Bondage 101
(M+/F+, bdsm, cons)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

"My husband and I often employ bondage as a form of foreplay, and we have found that it invariably makes the sex that follows all the more exciting!"

The above comment by an attractive young housewife in the under-30 age group illustrates the growing acceptance of erotic bondage in the era of the sexual revolution. For many years, a relatively small number of sexual sophisticates has understood the erotic implications of bondage. However, it has been only in recent years that bondage has achieved widespread appeal among the sexually knowledgeable. What accounts for this change of attitude? In my opinion, there are a number of reasons why bondage has achieved its current popularity.

In the first place, we are living, as I mentioned before, in the era of the sexual revolution. Thus, today, the average person has a much greater knowledge of the highways and byways of human sexuality. Not surprisingly, this increased knowledge has been accompanied by a greater desire to experiment with the so-called offbeat or "kinky" varieties of sex. As a result, many modern couples both married and unmarried have experimented with bondage. As might be expected, some have discarded it; but others have become bondage enthusiasts. Such bondage fans often build up extensive collections of pillories, leather straps, discipline helmets, and numerous other paraphernalia associated with erotic bondage.

There are various reasons why bondage has such a grip on its followers. At the level of purely conscious experience, we must recognize that bondage has great esthetic appeal. Erotic and often exotic clothing is an essential item at nearly all bondage sessions. Thus, the feminine victim may wear black brassiere, panties, and garter belt together with sheer black nylon stockings and spike-heeled shoes or exotic boots. She may wear long, black kid gloves or other items made of leather or rubber, and will sometimes even wear a complete outfit made of such items. In the reverse situation, where the female plays the role of the aggressor, she will be expected to dress for the role. Sleek boots, either knee or thigh length, are quite common apparel in such situations, along with other items made of leather or rubber. The masculine victim may be required to don tight-fitting leather or rubber items of apparel, or he may even be required to wear feminine clothing.

Naturally, such exotic costuming has an esthetic effect, particularly when worn by the female. However, the esthetic appeal of bondage is not restricted to the costuming commonly associated with it. For example, white clothesline rope employed to bind nylon-clad ankles and thighs together is esthetically appealing also, particularly when the victim is wearing black or dark nylons which make a vivid contrast with the white rope. And there are numerous other examples of the esthetic appeal of various forms of bondage.

In addition to its esthetic appeal, bondage has connotations that strongly suggest sex at a somewhat sublimated level. An example will serve to make this point clear. Among bondage fans, it is quite common to employ a red rubber ball strung on a dowel stick or rope to gag a victim. The sight of an attractive feminine victim with her mouth forced wide open by such a ball, her face straining with obvious discomfort, produces a highly erotic effect on bondage fans. The reason becomes obvious when we realize that the rubber ball is a phallic substitute. Thus, the gagging ceremonies are a form of symbolic fellatio, and a highly realistic one at that. The obvious strain on the victim's face duplicates that of a fellatrix attempting to accommodate a large penis.

Moreover, at an unconscious level, bondage is often employed to reinforce traditional concepts of the role to be played by each sex in relation to the other. Thus, traditionally, the male is expected to be the aggressor, while the female is expected to play the role of the submissive and yielding partner. Where a wife or other feminine partner submits to bondage as a form of sexual foreplay, both parties are permitted to act out their fantasies in a way that conforms with traditional role concepts.

While bondage is often thought to be the special interest of the male partner in such relationships, the gratifications for the female should not be overlooked. This is particularly true where the female comes from a sexually conservative or repressive home background. Women who come from such backgrounds are often highly inhibited, particularly when it comes to practicing offbeat or "unnatural" sex acts such as fellatio. For such women, bondage serves the function of allowing her to perform such acts without experiencing the guilt she would otherwise feel. When tied up and "forced" to indulge in such acts, she can rationalize that she had no free choice in the matter and therefore has no reason to feel guilty about it.

In addition, there appears to be a growing number of modern women who enjoy bondage for quite another reason. With the developing role of women in modern society, more and more women are obtaining responsible and even executive jobs in the world of business. Many such women are somewhat troubled by the dominant, unfeminine role they are expected to play in such situations and, in their private relationships with men, they like to reassert their femininity by playing the traditional submissive role. For such women, bondage has a strong appeal. Thus, for example, one lady executive who supervises numerous men at work likes to spend her weekends at the rural cabin of a younger boyfriend who subjects her to somewhat rugged bondage sessions that she finds thoroughly exhilarating. "It makes me feel like a woman again!" she remarked in commenting about the bondage sessions.

Of course, not all women like to play the submissive role. In fact, a growing number appear to prefer acting the dominant role in their relationships with men. In acting out sexual fantasies in situations where the male is submissive, bondage plays a practical and almost necessary role since it eliminates masculine physical superiority. Under these circumstances, it is not surprising that there has been an increasing interest in erotic bondage in recent years.

In this document, we intend to examine the implications of erotic bondage by the use of case histories. We will examine bondage as practiced by married couples, singles, and groups.


The Bondage Fan

Although bondage fans come from all walks of life and have no particular characteristics which distinguish them as such, Raymond J. can be considered a typical bondage fan. A 31-year old bachelor, Raymond has a college degree and works as a junior executive with a large corporation head-quartered in New York City. He has been interested in bondage since his late teens, and has an extensive library containing most of the literature on the subject. In addition, he has a large collection of bondage equipment which has been obtained at no little expense. The main bedroom of his Manhattan apartment doubles as a bondage studio, and various bondage items are permanently on display along one wall. Friends and casual acquaintances find the display quite kinky, but do not realize that most of the items have a practical application from time to time.

For the past three years, Raymond has shared his apartment with his steady girlfriend, Judy. Like many young people, Raymond and Judy are not opposed to marriage as an institution but do not consider it right for them. Therefore, they have elected to live together without benefit of clergy, Judy is a leggy blonde in her mid-twenties who stands 5'6 in her stocking feet and has an eye-catching 34G-cup-24-36 figure. She comes from the Midwest and works as a secretary.

Prior to becoming acquainted with Raymond, Judy had had no experience with bondage. In fact, she had never even heard of it. Raymond introduced her to bondage quite slowly, and to their mutual delight Judy soon found it quite exciting to play the role of the trussed-up and completely helpless victim. After she moved in with Raymond, weekend bondage sessions beginning on Friday evening after work became a regular practice with the two of them. During the past three years, Judy has acquired various costumes and items of clothing designed to emphasize her role as the helpless victim.

Although no two bondage sessions are alike, a typical bondage session took place one Friday evening after Raymond had secured an important promotion at work. Before going to work that morning, he had as usual left detailed instructions for the type of costume Judy was to be wearing when he returned that evening. He was therefore in an expectant mood when he unlocked his door and stepped into the living room. As he expected, the lights were on but the room was deserted. "Come on, let's don't play hide and seek!" he called out in a pleasant voice.

It was a moment before July appeared, blushing prettily and looking rather meek and embarrassed. The comely blonde had dressed exactly in the manner he had instructed: skin-hugging white cashmere sweater worn over a black brassiere, brief, black leather miniskirt that barely covered her hips and which was hemmed to end a full two inches above her tautly suspendered black nylon stockings, slave anklet, and expensive black leather sandals with four-inch spike heels that left her slender feet steeply arched.

Teetering a little precariously on her spike heels, Judy self-consciously presented herself for inspection. Having been raised in a somewhat repressive atmosphere, she had never fully accommodated herself to Raymond's exotic ideas about costuming, and often found herself exquisitely embarrassed when required to appear in front of him in such outfits. Raymond whistled appreciatively as he looked her over, quickly noting the highlights. The outline of her black brassiere was fully visible beneath her white sweater, and he found the sight quite appealing. And although Judy self-consciously tugged at the hem of her brief leather skirt, she could not conceal the intriguing display of black stocking tops and milk-white thighs. Her long, full, and shapely legs were almost breath-catching in the black stockings and high-heeled sandals.

"Please, Raymond!" Judy protested, blushing warmly beneath her heavy makeup. "Don't you think this outfit is a little extreme?"

"You look great!" Raymond assured her. "I'm really in the mood to put you through your paces this evening!"

Judy gulped noticeably and her knees buckled slightly. "Now, please, don't be too hard on me!" she spoke in an unconvincing manner. "Don't you want your dinner first?"

Raymond shook his head. "No. Why don't we go out for a late dinner afterwards? I'm anxious to get started!"

"All right," Judy answered meekly, looking rather alarmed as Raymond stepped toward her.

Raymond gave her leather-clad bottom a familiar smack with his bare hand. "Let's go into the bedroom, young lady!" he ordered as if he were speaking to a naughty child.

Looking reluctant and keeping her eyes demurely averted, Judy quietly accompanied him to the bedroom. From past experience, she knew that she would be given no advance notice of what was in store for her and that any suggestions from her would not be appreciated. Since no two sessions were ever alike, she always had to contend with the fear of the unknown.

"Put your gloves on," Raymond instructed as soon as they entered the bedroom. He pointed to the long, black kid gloves lying on the dresser. Judy slowly began working the gloves on and required some assistance from him to get the job done. The skin-tight gloves covered her elbows and reached nearly to the short sleeves of her white sweater. The black leather gloves made a striking contrast with her white sweater, and made her bondage costume all the more appealing.

"Put your hands out, palms and forearms together!" Raymond instructed.

Judy obeyed in a somewhat tentative manner, watching closely to see what would happen next. Taking a length of white clothesline rope, Raymond quickly tied her wrists and forearms together in a tight but unrestricting manner. Although her gloved fingers were free to move about, Judy could see that escape was impossible.

"Raymond, I wish you'd tell me what..", Judy's voice trailed off as he shot her a warning glance.

"You know what happens to girls who talk too much!" he reminded her.

"Please, Raymond! Not a helmet!" Judy pleaded, already suspecting that it was too late to save her blond head from one of his discipline helmets.

Raymond walked over to the closet to pick out a leather discipline helmet for his pretty girlfriend. He possessed several such helmets in various styles which he had acquired over a length of time. This time he selected a brown leather helmet which opened with a zipper down the back and had openings only for the mouth and nostrils. In addition, it was heavily padded at the ears to severely limit the wearer's hearing.

"Oh, please, Raymond!" Judy pleaded in an urgent voice. "Please, not that! It's so uncomfortable!"

Raymond paid no attention to her pleas and in a moment Judy's blond head began to disappear into the brown leather helmet. Making sure that it was fitted into place properly and that her blond hair was gathered completely inside the helmet, Raymond pulled the zipper to completely enclose her head within the helmet. The bizarre leather garment fit her head quite tightly, distinctly outlining her features. Completely deprived of all sight and normal hearing, Judy stood haplessly awaiting her ordeal.

Raymond quickly produced a red rubber ball strung on a dowel stick with ropes at each end, and pressed it against Judy's lips. With a resigned sigh, Judy meekly opened her pretty mouth as far as she could to receive the unwelcome object. Without further ado, Raymond shoved the rubber ball between her lips and teeth.

"Mmmmm!" Judy's moan of despair sounded low and faraway as the ball forced her jaws uncomfortably far apart.

Stepping behind her, Raymond quickly and efficiently tied the two ropes firmly at the back of her neck, thereby forcibly implanting the gag in her mouth and making it impossible for her to voluntarily expel it. Deprived of all sight, hearing, and the ability to communicate verbally, Judy stood meekly helmeted and gagged. Although the bizarre helmet totally concealed her pretty blond head, in some strange and exotic manner it seemed to make her all the more appealing.

Raymond brought out a fifteen-foot length of clothesline rope and securely fastened one end of it to the bonds at Judy's wrists. Stepping up on the bed, he then worked the opposite end of the rope through a small hook in the ceiling. Stepping down to the floor, he slowly began pulling on the rope to take up the slack. Imprisoned in the private world created by the helmet, Judy had no idea what he was doing until she felt her arms being pulled upward. In a moment, Judy's arms were pulled out straight and Raymond was beginning to feel her weight against the rope.

"Mmmmmmm!" Judy tried to protest through the gag, as her arms were pulled up quite uncomfortably and she found herself standing on her toes.

Making sure that Judy's spike heels were no longer in contact with the floor and that she was completely up on her toes, Raymond quickly tied the rope to one of several hooks he had installed in the baseboard around the room.

"Mmmmmmm!" Judy murmured through her gag, shaking her helmeted head in a negative manner in a futile effort to protest the decidedly uncomfortable position.

Raymond paused for a moment to cast an appreciative glance at his attractive and totally helpless prisoner. Her long and shapely body strained to the utmost, the grotesquely helmeted and gagged young woman made a beautiful bondage subject. As she stood high on tiptoe, the lithe muscles in her long and gorgeous legs were stretched tautly and rippled beautifully beneath her black nylons. Raymond could feel his excitement rising as his eyes moved from her helmeted head down to the visible outline of her black brassiere and then down to her long, nylon-clad legs.

Totally helpless and completely at his mercy, Judy knew that she was helpless to protect herself from the tormenting that was soon to come. Blindfolded by the gag, she didn't know what to expect until suddenly she felt masculine hands on her breasts. Raymond manipulated her well-filled brassiere in a deliberately familiar manner designed both to torment and embarrass her.

"Mmmmm!" Judy's muffled outburst revealed surprise and a trace of excitement.

Raymond abruptly dropped his hands from her breasts and cupped them around her girlishly plump posterior. Blushing warmly beneath her helmet, Judy wriggled prettily as she felt his hands squeezing and fondling her comely bottom in a deliberately provocative manner. The pretty young woman realized all too well that he might decide to spank her, and that there would be no way in the world to stop him.

After tormenting her with his hands for a couple of minutes, Raymond unfastened her leather miniskirt and allowed it to fall to the floor at her feet. As instructed, she was wearing expensive black panties and garter belt that matched her brassiere. Dropping to one knee in front of her, he worked the skirt free from her feet and tossed it aside. Taking another length of clothesline rope, he began tying her trim ankles together quite securely. The white rope stood out starkly against her black nylons, creating a thoroughly pleasing effect. Next, he took another length of rope and used it to bind her thighs together just above the knees. With the two lengths of rope forcing her long legs tightly together, Judy felt all the more helpless and under his domination.

"Mmmmmm!" Judy tried to convey her sense of discomfort to her unseen tormentor, but the rubberball gag forcibly held between her teeth made her unintelligible.

"We've only started, baby!" Raymond replied, although he realized he was really speaking to himself since the heavy padding over her ears sealed off her normal hearing completely.

To torment his comely victim all the more, Raymond brought out a metal-studded leather dog collar which had a five-foot-long leather leash attached to it. He quickly snapped the collar in place around her white neck. Although completely deprived of her vision, Judy quickly discerned that once again she had been confined in that humiliating dog collar and haplessly shook her helmeted head from side to side in futile protest.

Raymond pulled the leash downward between the cleavage of her breasts and allowed his hands to explore the front of her black panties. Their dampness revealed that her discomfort was mixed with arousal. Pulling the elastic waistband of her panties outward for a moment, he slid the end of the leash inside her panties and worked it down into the pretty tuft of moist hair.

"Mmmmmmmm!" Judy's high-pitched squeal was muffled by her gag. Realizing only too well what her bondage master had in mind for her, the pretty young woman vigorously shook her helmeted head in a negative manner and continued trying to make her feelings known verbally despite the gag.

Raymond stepped behind her and allowed himself a moment to contemplate her prettily rounded, pantie-clad buttocks. Girlishly plump but not too heavy, the two pretty hemispheres expanded the thin black panties to the limit. Raymond pulled the waistband of the panties outward at the small of her back and inserted his right hand. With deliberate slowness be slid his hand along the velvety smoothness of her buttocks into the moist tuft of hair.

"Mmmmmm!" Judy moaned with a mixture of fear and delight, as she felt his masculine fingers exploring her most intimate parts. The prettily helmeted young woman could not refrain from wriggling as much as her bonds would permit, and was only too well aware that the telltale moisture that betrayed her inner feelings was soaking her tormentor's hand.

Raymond's exploring fingers discovered the tip of the leash and he pulled it backward between her legs, allowing the smooth leather to brush against her vulva. Judy moaned and continually shook her head to show her opposition to the torments he was inflicting upon her, although she knew from past experience that her appeals would be in vain. Raymond pulled the tip of the leash up snugly between the crevice of her satiny buttocks and released the waistband of her panties to hold it in place. The end of the leash remained sticking out of the waistband of her panties in a manner somewhat resembling a tail.

"Mmmmmmmm!" Judy groaned audibly through the gag. The thoroughly helpless young woman was keenly aware of the chafing and humiliating leash resting against her most intimate and sensitive parts, and tried not to think about its potential for bizarre torment.

Next, Raymond began rolling Judy's white sweater up both in front and back, working it up in a neatly rolled fashion until her black brassiere was full on display. Confining and molding Judy's lush thirty-seven-inch bosom, the steeply pointed cups of Judy's brassiere stuck out saucily and invitingly. Massaging the two plump hemispheres in a deliberately familiar manner that left Judy moaning and squirming, Raymond was tempted to remove the brassiere but decided against it. There were times when he thought a brassiere was much more erotically appealing than the no-bra look, and this was such a time.

Lighting a cigarette, Raymond decided to take time out to contemplate his helplessly trussed-up victim. Strung up before him with her arms extended full length and her toes barely touching the floor, the long and shapely young blonde was a picture of delight for the bondage connoisseur. Inspecting her carefully, Raymond did not overlook a single detail of his handiwork: the brown leather helmet that tightly molded her head, the red rubber ball forced between her pretty white teeth, the metal-studded dog collar clasped tightly around her neck and the leash that disappeared into her black panties and emerged in back, and the two white ropes that confined her long, shapely, nylon-clad legs. It had been one of his better efforts, and he decided that he had better capture the scene on his Polaroid before continuing with the session.

For her part, Judy could only wait in an agony of suspense and wonder what ordeal he had in mind for her next. Every muscle in her lithe young body seemed cramped, and she wondered how much longer she could endure the strain of being strung up as if she were on a gibbet. The total deprivation of sight, hearing, and voice forced her to live in a world apart, having no control whatsoever over what happened to her, and compelling her to torment herself by thinking of the things he might do to her.

"You'll enjoy these shots later on, honey!" Raymond remarked idly, as he took several shots of his helpless girlfriend at various angles.

Setting the camera aside, Raymond decided that it was time for something different. First, he released the rope that held her suspended in the air by unfastening the knot at the baseboard. Judy gratefully sank back on her heels and quickly lowered her gloved arms, which by this time felt almost completely numb from elbows to fingertips. Raymond unfastened the rope attached to the bonds at her wrists and tossed it aside.

Next, he removed the bonds at her wrists. However, her gloved arms remained free only for a moment for he quickly retied them behind her back. This time he employed two leather straps, using one at the elbows and the other at her wrists, to tie her arms together in a manner that left her elbows in contact with one another. This forced her to thrust her prominent bosom forward even more, leaving her steeply pointed bra cups pointed upward at a steep angle.

Standing slightly behind her and to her right, Raymond grasped the strap at her elbows to help balance her. With his free hand, he then grasped the tip of the leash that protruded from the waistband of her panties and began pulling upward in a gentle but firm manner.

"Mmmmmmm!" Judy gasped with protest as the leather leash began to exert pressure against her vulva and buttocks. Shaking her helmeted head vigorously from side to side, she tried to make him desist from tormenting her in such a humiliating and uncomfortable manner. Watching his squirming subject carefully, Raymond continued pulling upward on the leash. Groaning beneath the gag and wriggling furiously, Judy futilely tried to escape from the continually increasing pressure of the strap. Finally, the tormented and nearly frantic young woman realized that she had only one chance. Despite her precariously high heels and the bonds on her legs, Judy began to hop around the room much in the manner of a frightened bunny.

Keeping a firm grip on the strap at her elbows so that she would not fall, Raymond watched his prettily hopping girlfriend with great pleasure, and kept the leash drawn tight between her legs so that she would have no choice but to continue hopping in that undignified manner. Her plump, pantie-clad bottom jouncing nicely and her nylon-encased legs flashing, Judy gasped somewhat breathlessly through her gag and continually tried to protest by wildly shaking her helmeted head in a negative manner. Watching her undignified performance closely, Raymond escorted her back and forth around the room. The pressure between her legs forcing her to hop against her will, Judy felt a mixture of humiliation and sexual excitement at being so completely under his power. The leather leash was sliding back and forth between the lips of her vulva, tormenting her in a manner that was both uncomfortable and exciting.

Raymond did not relax the pressure until it became apparent that his attractive victim was totally exhausted and out of breath. When he finally released the leash, Judy stopped dead in her tracks and slowly sank to her knees on the floor to catch her breath. Raymond took time out to enjoy another cigarette and to contemplate the shapely bondage victim who knelt helmeted and totally bound in front of him. While trying to catch her breath, Judy continually attempted to communicate with him but her gagged words were quite unintelligible. Raymond, finding her muted appeals quite intriguing, kept a steady gaze on his helpless girlfriend.

After finishing his cigarette, Raymond decided that it was time to torment her some more. Seating himself on the side of the bed, he began pulling the helpless young woman face down over his knees.

"Mmmmmmm!" Judy, instantly realizing that he intended to spank her, haplessly tried to protest through her rubber-ball gag. Almost instinctively, she tried to struggle against the bonds that confined her arms and legs, but there was no chance of freeing herself.

With little difficulty, Raymond managed to pull his attractive victim into position over his knees, her long, nylon-clad legs up on the bed and in full view. Her girlishly buxom, pantie-clad bottom wriggled anxiously over his lap, the tip of the leather leash still protruding somewhat grotesquely from the waistband of her panties. To hold her in position, Raymond grasped the end of the leash with his left hand and gave it a slight tug to take out the slack. Feeling the sudden pressure from the strap against her vulva and inside the crevice of her buttocks, Judy shuddered with a mixture of fear and excitement at having her helpless body controlled in such a bizarre manner.

With his free right hand, Raymond slowly began working her black panties down. Contrasting vividly with her black panties, her pink-white buttocks were thoroughly breath-catching as they slowly came into view. Perfectly rounded and femininely plump, the two satiny smooth mounds wriggled and flexed in pretty anxiety as Raymond slipped the panties down to the tops of her stockings. Feeling the soft breeze from the nearby window against her bare charms, Judy moaned softly through her gag and tried to brace herself for the spanking to come.

Slap! Raymond applied the first spank quite lightly squarely across her right buttock, letting his hand remain in place for a moment afterward. The spank stung mildly, and Judy squirmed with embarrassment and excitement as she felt his masculine palm resting familiarly on her exposed bottom. The pretty young secretary always found it exquisitely humiliating to be spanked like a small child, yet her mortification was always mixed with sensual arousal.

Judy's right buttock was slightly pink when Raymond finally raised his right hand. Slap! The second introductory spank landed on her left buttock, and once again Judy wriggled prettily across his lap. To torment her all the more, he kept a firm grip on the leather leash between her legs, constantly applying pressure to her most intimate parts. Forced to move in unison by the ropes at her knees and ankles, Judy's nyloned legs swung back prettily as if to protest the violation of her curvaceous buttocks.

Smack! The third spank landed with a crisp smacking noise squarely across the crevice of her buttocks.

"Mmmmmm!" Judy's high-pitched squeal was muffled by her gag but still quite audible. Jerking her helmeted head back both with surprise and pain, the helpless young woman squirmed involuntarily and unintentionally managed to pull the leather leash tighter between her legs. Although the helmet totally blindfolded her, she instinctively turned her face back over her shoulder in a futile effort to plead with him to stop.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Working slowly and systematically, Raymond began spanking her plump buttocks with crisp but not brutally hard spanks. Each smack produced a muffled yelp and a pretty, almost snakelike wriggle from his comely victim. In a few moments, Judy's cute bottom was a light shade of pink on both cheeks and it was quite apparent that the spanks were beginning to raise the temperature of her pretty nates.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" Judy tried to protest, although she knew only too well that she would have to take it as long as he chose.

Smack! Smack! Raymond's right hand continued to mete out punishment to Judy's inviting buttocks, while his left hand maneuvered the strap between her legs to torment her all the more. By this time, Judy's pretty bottom was prickling and itching in a thoroughly irritating manner and feeling quite warm and oversensitive. Tears formed in her eyes and she found herself kicking her legs merrily back and forth.

"Mmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!" Judy's muffled appeals sounded all the more urgent.

Slap! Smack! Raymond carefully spread the spanks around on her nicely wide and rotund posterior, watching the flesh turn from pink to light rose. From time to time, he paused to observe the intriguing spectacle in front of him. In his opinion, there was nothing more appealing than a young woman in bondage squirming her spank-reddened bottom and kicking shapely, nyloned legs back and forth. Judy's performance did not disappoint him. Wriggling furiously as the heat continued to build in her attractive bottom, the helmeted and helpless young woman swung her bound, nylon-clad legs back and forth in a frantic dance that often left spike heels pointed toward the ceiling.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm!" Judy's muffled outcries mixed pain and excitement. The tight-fitting helmet prevented her tears from draining away properly, leaving her face wet and making her feel all the more miserable. Driven almost beyond endurance by the burning, smarting spanks and the leather leash that continually tormented her most tender areas, the helpless young woman tossed about wildly on his lap. She was soaking wet between the legs and that was apparent to both of them.

Smack! Smack! Slap! The continually increasing heat in her buttocks made each fresh spank more painful than its predecessor, and produced a correspondingly greater reaction from the hapless young victim. Gloved fingers clawed furiously in a futile effort to protect their owner's burning spank-spot, but there was nothing she could do to secure the slightest relief for herself. Gasping and at times fearing that she was going to choke on the gag, Judy sobbed heavily in her helmet and frantically jerked her hips back and forth on his lap in a mixture of anguish and arousal.

Raymond finally paused to assess the results of his efforts. Judy's lovely buttocks were now an intriguing scarlet all over, and it was quite apparent that she had had enough for the time being. Pausing for a long moment to enjoy the combined effects of bondage, scarlet buttocks, and long, stocking-clad legs, Raymond lifted his tearful victim to her feet. She was quite weak in the knees and would have fallen had he not supported her.

Pulling a plain, straight-backed chair out to the middle of the room, he seated her on the chair with her gloved and bound arms draped over the back. As soon as her bare and freshly smacked buttocks came into contact with the hard wooden chair, Judy let out a muffled yell and attempted to get to her feet. Easily keeping her under control, Raymond pushed her back down against the seat and held her there. A length of clothesline rope tied around her waist and the back of the chair forced her to remain seated on the uncomfortable chair. To immobilize her further, he fastened a length of rope to the bonds at her ankles and attached it to the back rung of the chair, thereby pulling her feet well back under the chair and making it impossible for her to move her legs.

After securely confining his whimpering victim to the chair, Raymond lost no time in working the leash back between her legs once again. Judy squirmed miserably in her seat as she felt the leather once again brushing against her most intimate parts, and tried to protest this bizarre mistreatment by negatively shaking her helmeted head. Paying no heed to her pleas, Raymond stepped behind her and pulled the leash tautly between the crevice of her buttocks. Judy arched her back and wriggled frantically as he fastened the leash to the strap at her wrists in a manner that left the leash pressing quite tightly against her vulva and gluteal crevice.

Observing his helpless and inviting victim closely, Raymond proceeded to disrobe completely. His thick maleness was already standing erect as he thought a-bout the bizarre abuse he was about to inflict on his totally helpless and provocatively attired young girlfriend. Looking quite confident and assured of himself, he walked over to her and stood astride her lap with his erect penis nearly brushing her helmeted head. Sensing his nearness despite the confining helmet Judy tensed in her seat in anxious expectation. Reaching behind her head, he quickly untied the rope that held the gag in place and removed the rubber ball from her mouth. Enjoying the sudden relaxation of pressure, Judy did not attempt to speak but instead tried to relax her aching jaws and catch a few fresh breaths of air.

Cupping her helmeted head in his hands, Raymond quickly pulled it forward until her lips were brushing against the tip of his stiff penis. Making no effort to resist the assault he was planning, Judy took a deep breath and opened her mouth submissively in a wide oval. Keeping a firm grip on her helmeted head, Raymond slowly began penetrating her inviting mouth with the head of his thick muscle. Feeling the warm moistness of her mouth encircling him, Raymond paused for a moment to allow her to become adjusted to it.

Flicking the head of his penis with her tongue and gently sucking on it, Judy knew that he would soon want a much deeper penetration and submissively awaited his next move. She didn't have long to wait. Pulling her helmeted head gently but firmly forward, Raymond inserted his throbbing member slightly farther into her yielding mouth. Judy swallowed audibly as his husky maleness forced her jaws widely apart, much in the same manner as the gag had previously done. Once again he paused for her to become accustomed to it.

Tormented by the bonds that held her helplessly in her chair and particularly by the tightly drawn strap between her legs, Judy squirmed with a mixture of excitement and discomfort as she meekly sucked on the sturdy masculine bar in her mouth. The pretty young secretary was an accomplished fellatrix, but always found it more exciting when forced to perform the act while completely helpless.

Closely watching his hard pen-is disappearing into the opening in her leather helmet, Raymond carefully drew her head forward until he felt the head brushing against the roof of her wet mouth. Refraining from the temptation to begin pumping back and forth, he paused once again to allow her to get used to having it so far into her mouth. Although it was obviously quite uncomfortable for her to have it inserted so deeply into her mouth, Judy's eagerly flicking tongue and audible sucking noises revealed that she found it more exciting than unpleasant.

With deliberate slowness, Raymond began pumping with his pelvic muscles in order to slide his throbbing member back and forth in the moist cavity. Watching his glistening pole alternately disappearing and reappearing inside the leather helmet, he timed his movements carefully in order to prolong the delightful sensations as long as possible. He kept both hands clasped on her helmeted head, gently guiding her head back and forth while at the same time reminding her that she was fully under his control.

Judy squirmed girlishly in her seat as his probing maleness continued to torment her mouth and throat, while at the same time the bonds and the strap between her legs continued to bedevil her constantly. The combination of the bonds, the leather helmet that totally imprisoned her blond head, his guiding hands atop her head, and the thick masculine muscle in her mouth made her feel completely dominated and mastered, totally feminine and submissive.

Unable to hold himself back much longer, Raymond began pumping with quick, jerky movements. Although becoming short of breath, Judy managed to continue flicking her tongue against his slippery member as it slid back and forth in her mouth. With each forward thrust, Raymond plunged his throbbing member deeply into her mouth. Finally, he gave one vigorous final thrust and sent his cum jetting into her mouth.

As if suddenly receiving a severe shock of electricity, Judy spasmodically jerked against her bonds as she felt the warm, thick fluid splashing against the walls of her mouth and trickling down her throat. Raymond's hands forcibly held her helmeted head in position, forcing her to take all of his climax into her mouth. Judy made no effort to draw away, and submissively swallowed the murky fluid with audible gulps. Raymond was in no hurry to remove his slowly relaxing member and allowed it to soak in her mouth a few moments before withdrawing it.

The weekend bondage session had gotten off to an excellent start.

As can be seen from the foregoing example, Raymond and Judy are typical bondage fans in a number of respects. For example, their activities follow the traditional sexual role pattern in which the male plays the dominant role and the female plays the submissive role. This is still the most common relationship among bondage fans; although, as will be seen in subsequent chapters, other relationships have been emerging in recent years.

Raymond and Judy's bondage activities are likewise typical in the emphasis upon exotic costuming, bondage positions that have esthetic appeal, the use of sexual torment, and the use of relatively mild spanking for the purpose of sexual arousal. Other bondage fans employ similar techniques in a wide variety of ways for the purpose of sexual arousal and satisfaction.

Raymond's obvious predilection for leather helmets designed to cut off the victim's sight, hearing, and power of speech is shared by many other bondage fans. While some do not go to the extreme of employing discipline helmets, blindfolding and gagging are typical features of many bondage sessions. Blindfolding seems to have esthetic appeal for the aggressor, while it affords the victim the masochistic thrill of being subjected to the unknown. Gagging, as has been noted, is a sublimated form of fellatio.

Likewise, Raymond's bondage techniques are quite typical in that they stress torment and discomfort, but fall far short of inflicting real pain or torture upon the victim. Similarly, sexual torment is employed for the purpose of causing sexual arousal and not simply for the purpose of humiliating the victim. The typical modern bondage session has as one of its objectives sexual excitement for the victim as well as the aggressor. Most bondage fans strongly object to the use of the word "sadism" in connection with their activities, and rightly so. Modern bondage emphasizes restraint for the purpose of sexual arousal and gratification, and not for the purpose of inflicting pain or torture upon the victim. Of course, there are exceptions.

Raymond's regular weekend sessions are also quite typical in the sense that most bondage fans strongly prefer to conduct sessions on a regular, planned basis rather than on an infrequent or casual basis. Many couples like to hold at least one bondage session a week, and some even conduct them more frequently. Like Raymond and Judy, there are other couples who like to devote their weekends to bondage activities. Others arrange their vacations so as to be able to devote the maximum amount of time to their bondage activities.


The Varieties of Bondage

Bondage fans are not alike in their preferences and can be divided into various groups and subgroups. For example, as far as costume preferences are concerned, there appear to be three principal groups: those who prefer regular clothing worn in an erotic manner, those who prefer leather apparel, and those who prefer items of clothing made of rubber. The importance of leather and rubber apparel to the bondage fan should not be underestimated; for many devotees of bondage, such items of apparel are essential props for all sessions. Although it might seem curious to the uninitiated, bondage fans rarely show a predilection for completely nude victims. There are exceptions, of course, but most bondage fans seem to think that a certain amount of clothing is essential. However, it should be noted that the clothing worn by the victim may be totally inappropriate as far as individual modesty is concerned. Thus, for example, it is quite a common practice for a female victim to be attired only in garter belt, nylon stockings, and high heels or boots.

Bondage fans may also be grouped according to their preferences for bondage materials. Here again, there appear to be three principal groups: those who prefer ordinary ropes, those who prefer bindings made of leather, and a dedicated minority with a preference for chains or other items made of metal. However, preferences of this type are not often clear-cut with the result that most bondage fans do considerable experimentation with the type of bondage materials they employ.

As far as bondage positions are concerned, bondage devotees appear to fall into two groups. Some bondage fans insist that the victim be bound in the same position and in the same manner each and every session. Others insist upon a variety of positions, the more the merrier. The latter group is by far the largest, and it may safely be said that most bondage fans prefer to experiment with as many positions as they can dream up. In this regard, bondage fans often show an almost unbelievably fertile imagination.

As far as accessory equipment is concerned, bondage fans fall into two groups. One group is content to use ordinary everyday items such as chairs and beds. Others have a strong predilection for bizarre and often old-fashioned equipment such as stocks, pillories, gibbets, and similar devices. Some bondage fans have large collections of devices of this type, and there are homes where a spare bedroom or basement room doubles as a bondage studio. In one case known to me, a wealthy couple has the guest house at their estate furnished as a bondage "torture chamber."

As might be expected, most bondage activities take place indoors. However, some bondage fans have a strong predilection for outdoor scenes and perhaps others would too were it not for such problems as lack of privacy and the vagaries of weather. Among outdoor bondage fans, forests appear to be the favorite setting for their activities. Forests provide an isolated and scenic atmosphere and, in addition, trees serve as a natural prop for bondage activities. Next to forests in popularity are outdoor swimming pools where diving boards, ladders, and poolside furniture provide excellent bondage props. Since the erotic aspects of dunking are well known, it is not surprising that in such a setting the bondage victim may be subjected to a variation of old-fashioned dunking stool. Similarly, in indoor settings bathtubs and shower stalls are also favorite bondage props.

Thus far, we have examined only the external mechanics of bondage. As far as personalities and emotional requirements are concerned, bondage fans may be roughly divided into three broad groups: dominant, submissive, and those who enjoy playing at both roles. Such a grouping is only roughly accurate, for within each group there are wide ranges of individual desires and preferences. Thus, one person may be highly dominant while another is only mildly dominant. Similarly, one person may be highly submissive while another may be only mildly submissive.

According to the traditional view, the male is dominant while the female is submissive. Today, it must be said that this viewpoint is a naive oversimplification. Whether one is dominant or submissive depends on one's emotional requirements and not upon whether one happens to possess a penis or vagina. Thus, we have dominant men and submissive men, dominant women and submissive women, and men and women who can achieve emotional satisfaction playing either role.

Since one's emotional requirements depend upon that elusive creation known as the human mind and are in no way related to one's physical characteristics, the preferences of bondage fans cannot be determined by their physical appearance. Thus, it is well known that physically well-built and aggressive men often like to play the submissive role and achieve great emotional satisfaction in being put through their paces by an attractive bondage mistress. Similarly, a petite, shapely, and highly feminine woman may be quite dominant.

Although bondage activities most frequently take place within a heterosexual context, bondage activities sometimes have homosexual connotations. This is patently the case where both the aggressor and the victim are of the same sex. It is also subliminally the case in certain situations where, for example, a dominant female who requires a male victim to wear feminine clothing may be satisfying her own unconscious lesbian tendencies.

Most bondage sessions are restricted to two individuals but that is not always the case. Bondage fans frequently make contacts with others who share their interests, sometimes only to exchange correspondence but often to arrange meetings. Such meetings may involve only an inspection of bondage equipment or photographs, but may also involve a bondage demonstration or a "swap bondage" session. Wife-swapping clubs composed only of bondage fans are also known to exist. In addition, couples who are interested in bondage occasionally like to have a third party participate in their sessions. In nearly all cases, the third party is a female. In some cases, the third party serves only as a nonparticipating witness to the bondage session. To the uninitiated, this might seem quite puzzling. However, there is a logical explanation for it. Although most of us are unaware of it, we all possess some exhibitionistic tendencies. For example, an extremely modest woman can manage to wear a transparent blouse or short skirt if persuaded that the dictates of fashion require her to do so, and in so doing she will satisfy her unconscious exhibitionistic tendencies. Persons with masochistic tendencies tend to have stronger exhibitionistic desires than the average person. Thus, the humiliation of being observed in bondage by a third person serves to gratify the victim's unconscious exhibitionistic tendencies. This is confirmed by the fact that it is often the victim who suggests that a third party be present at the session.

Although witnesses sometimes serve only in a nonparticipating manner, it is more common for the witness to serve as a participant. Occasionally, the witness plays the role of the victim or co-victim. More frequently, however, the witness serves in an active capacity either as the aggressor's assistant or as the sole aggressor. Thus, couples who have strongly submissive tendencies find it particularly exciting to be put through a session by an attractive bondage mistress. She can tie them together and torment them in ways that would be impossible if they were alone, and at the same time her presence will gratify their unconscious exhibitionistic tendencies.

To augment the victim's fantasies of helplessness, multi-party bondage activities are often conducted according to a simulated but highly realistic scenario. One of the most common scenarios might be called "the kidnaper fantasy." For example, one submissive couple might discreetly arrange to have themselves "kidnapped" by a dominant couple, who takes the victims to their home and subjects them to a weekend of bizarre bondage ordeals. A similar fantasy calls for the victim to be the captive of pirates or other brigands. Another and quite common fantasy scenario calls for the victim to be a political prisoner, usually at the hands of the Gestapo. In such situations, highly realistic costumes are often worn by all parties to add to the illusion of reality. Participants in such games often find that they get completely carried away by their roles and act out their parts quite convincingly.

The foregoing comments should not be construed to mean that such games are played only in multiparty situations. Many couples play similar games and use costumes suitable to the part they are playing. For example, one favorite fantasy among submissive females 'is that of being tied up and raped by an attacker. This can be accomplished quite easily by having the husband or boyfriend, masked to conceal his identity, playing the role of the attacker. A similar fantasy game calls for the female to play the role of exotic spy trapped in the coils of the secret police and subjected to various bondage ordeals to make her "confess." Or she may play the role of a victim of a white slaver. In reverse situations, the male may play the role of a naughty schoolboy being disciplined by his teacher or nurse. Or he may play the role of a pilot downed in the jungle who becomes the captive of an Amazon. Similarly, he may be a political prisoner who becomes the victim of a lady member of the Gestapo or secret police.

When the fact that the varieties of bondage are limited only by the imaginations of the participants is coupled with the realization that bondage fans possess extremely vivid and inventive imaginations, we realize that the varieties of bondage are almost limitless. In part, this helps to account for the rising popularity of bondage in recent years. The sexual revolution has meant greater awareness, more inquisitiveness about sexual matters, and a desire to experiment with all facets of sex. More than anything else, a sexual sophisticate looks for variety, and variety is one thing bondage has to offer in abundance.

The following case histories will serve to illustrate some of the varieties of bondage. Case History No. 1



Bill and Karen J. are a young couple living in a western suburb of Chicago. Bill is thirty-two and works as a free-lance photographer, a line of work that allows him considerable leisure time. Karen is a long-legged brunette of twenty-six who worked as a secretary before her marriage two years ago. She possesses a figure suitable for modeling, and Bill has used her as a model for several pin-up layouts that he has sold to various men's magazines.

The two of them are avid bondage enthusiasts. "Bill got me hooked on it shortly after we started going together," Karen explained. "We've always been quite open with each other, and one evening after we started dating he explained his ideas about bondage and sex to me and even showed me some illustrated magazines on the subject. I'll admit I was a little shocked at first. Although I consider myself a liberal on sexual matters, I bad never really heard of bondage except in a rather vague way, and had never dreamed there was such widespread interest in the subject.

"It took Bill awhile to talk me into it, and then I agreed to go along with it only on an experimental basis. The first night, I remember, he only tied my hands together behind my back and then necked with me awhile. Although he left my clothes in place, he let his hands roam a little, and I can still remember how deliciously embarrassed and exciting it was when I realized I couldn't do a thing to stop him! For some reason, I have always been a little inhibited, and finding myself helpless like that was a terrific release for me.

"Bill had had enough experience to know not to push me too far too fast, and instead brought me along gradually. At the second session, he also tied my wrists behind my back and then tied my legs together at the ankle and just above the knees. He pulled my skirt up a little more than was necessary to do that, and, although I was wearing pantyhose, I still found myself blushing furiously and thoroughly enjoying being handled in this fashion. After that, he sort of took advantage of me with his hands and I really loved it!

"By this time, I was really interested in the subject and anxious to experiment with the more far-out things. The third session was really my initiation as a bondagette. Allowing me at my insistence to remain fully dressed, Bill tied me to a wooden armchair with a number of clothesline ropes. And I mean tied! After tying my wrists and arms securely to the arms of the chair, he tied me to the chair at the waist. To my embarrassment, he also tied me to the chair with two ropes, one around my torso just above my breasts and the other just below. By this time, I was beginning to feel as helpless as a trussed-up chicken!

"Next, he tied my ankles very securely to the front legs of the chair. When he had me like this, he took advantage of me by pulling my dress up all the way! I'm basically very modest and I'm afraid I just screamed and begged him not to embarrass me that way. That evening I had worn regular-length black nylons and he didn't stop until my stocking tops, garters, bare thighs, and even part of my panties were on view. Trussed-up as I was, there was nothing I could do except sit there and blush.

"By protesting a little too much, I got myself introduced to a gag. That was a completely new experience for me, and at first I didn't think I could stand it. Bill used a rubber ball strung on a rope, and that ball really pried my jaws and teeth apart. Although I could moan and make animal-type noises through the gag, there was no way I could effectively communicate with him. Feeling really helpless and a little scared, I knew I just had to sit there and submit to whatever he had in mind.

"Without even bothering to ask my permission, he proceeded to take some snapshots of me sitting there showing everything like that! Although I laugh about it today, I nearly died with embarrassment at the time. We still have some of those shots and perhaps you'd like to see them."

Reaching into a small drawer, she brought out some glossy 8x10 photographs. The snapshots showed Karen shackled to the chair and gagged in the manner she had described. She was fully dressed in a form-fitting knit dress but, as she had described, her dress had been pulled up to reveal long, shapely legs, dark stocking tops, white thighs traversed by dark garter belt supporters, and a glimpse of her black panties. Her pretty face showed considerable strain and distress from the effects of the red rubber ball shoved between her teeth and tied tightly in place by the rope on which it was strung. The entire effect of the photos, taken at different angles, was highly erotic and appealing.

"After getting it all recorded on camera," Karen continued, blushing slightly, "Bill began fondling me with his hands--not too roughly but very firmly as if to emphasize his complete control over me. Of course, I couldn't do a thing to stop him! I just had to sit there squirming and getting hotter by the minute. If I could have talked, I would have been just begging him to put it to me any way he wanted.

"When he saw how worked up I was, he untied me from the chair but made me leave the gag in place. He then led me into the bedroom and undressed me completely, deliberately taking his time about it in a manner that I found quite maddening. He then had me stretch out supine on the bed, and he tied my wrists to the bedposts in a spread-eagle position. Tied and gagged like that, I had no choice but to lie there squirming while he proceeded to disrobe. As might be expected, he was thoroughly aroused.

"I was expecting him to jump right on top of me, but it was even wilder than that. Grasping my ankles with his hands, he pulled my legs apart and knelt on the bed between them. He then began pulling my legs back until my knees were nearly touching my breasts and my calves were resting on his shoulders."

As Karen, who was blushing prettily by this time, paused to light a cigarette, it was easy to imagine those beautiful long legs of hers being drawn back in the manner she had described. "Well, to go on," she continued. "While I let my legs dangle down his back, he used his fingers to gently pull the lips of my vulva apart and then proceeded to bury his face right in it!

"I was already hot anyway, and that really did it! When he worked his tongue around inside of me, flicking my clitoris from time to time, only that gag prevented me from screaming with excitement. I was really pumping my hips and of course I was about as wet as a girl can get. Being tied up and totally helpless to stop him from tormenting me like that made it all the more exciting.

"Finally, he stretched out on top of me and I felt my vaginal canal expanding as he inserted that rock-hard lance of his. Kissing my gagged mouth all over, he began pumping back and forth with a very rhythmic motion. Despite all that had happened, he had amazing self-control and really knew how to time himself. For my part, I was nearly going insane. Fighting against the bonds and wriggling around under him in a manner that I would previously have thought completely shameless, I found myself experiencing my first multiple orgasm by the time he had reached his climax.

"He left me tied up like that for a few minutes afterward, apparently to give me a little time to think about my new status as his helpless bondagette. He then untied me and we took a long hot shower together. Although that first real taste of erotic, really sexual bondage had left me emotionally drained, the shower refreshed me considerably and I found myself ready for some more bizarre sex as soon as we had dried ourselves off.

"Bill was as delighted as he was surprised when I boldly told him that I was ready for some more whenever he was. After thinking a moment, he told me to get dressed up in garter belt, hose, high heels, and my kid gloves while he waited in the living room. I had never dressed fetish-style before, and I'm afraid I blushed scarlet and felt thoroughly brazen when I appeared in the living room a few minutes later wearing only my elbow-length black kid gloves, black garter belt, very sheer black nylons, and what were then my highest heels--a pair of patent leather pumps with slim three-inch heels.

"Bill didn't waste much time depriving me of my freedom. I had been trying to preserve a little modesty by covering myself with my gloved hands, but he soon put a stop to that by strapping my wrists together behind my back with a leather strap. He then blindfolded me with a folded black scarf that left me totally in darkness. Next, my knees and ankles were tightly lashed together with two leather straps. Once again I felt all my limbs confined and knew that I was completely under his control.

"As he forced me to a kneeling position on the carpet, I could feel my excitement rising once again. Fastening a rope to the strap at my wrists, he booked the rope around the strap at my ankles and drew it up short until my wrists and ankles were in contact. He then tied that rope securely, leaving my torso and head drawn back at an angle that left me feeling very vulnerable in front.

"Although I couldn't see a thing, I could sense that he had pulled up a chair and was seated right in front of me. Since he had not gagged me, I had a pretty good idea what he had in mind and I could feel my heart beginning to pound rather rapidly. You see, I had always had something of a block about performing fellatio for anyone, and Bill was well aware of this.

"In a moment, I felt the tip of his penis brushing against my cheek. He was holding my head firmly with both hands, preventing me from turning my face away. It didn't take him long to work up an erection, and he began tormenting my face and throat with the head of his thing. It was deeply humiliating for me to be abused in that manner, but I must admit that I found it bizarre and exciting.

When he finally told me to put it in my mouth, to my own surprise I was ready and eager to do so.

"With the blindfold cutting off my vision, I had to grope a little, but my mouth finally found the tip of his penis. Opening my mouth as far as I could, I began working that big hard muscle into my mouth. It pried my jaws and teeth apart much in the same manner as the gag had done, and I could almost feel it throbbing with excitement. It was so big that I thought I would surely choke on it, but I managed to get it in much farther than I would have imagined possible.

"Kneeling there bound helplessly and blindfolded with that big masculine thing completely filling my mouth, I felt completely debased but highly aroused. I began suckling on it with an abandon I would never have dreamed possible. Although it really wasn't necessary, he was holding my head down with both hands so that there would be no escape. Finally, he rose part way out of his chair and I found myself with a very nice warm mouthful. When he released me afterwards, he reciprocated by bringing me to a climax with his tongue.

"Of course, after this experience I was hooked on erotic bondage. Since that time, bondage has been an integral part of our life in general and sex life in particular. Bill has numerous bondage devices in his collection and I have various costumes to wear during our bondage sessions. The two of us like considerable variety in our bondage sessions, and Bill can be quite ingenious in dreaming up ways to tie me up and torment me almost beyond endurance." Case History No. 2



Maxine L. and Jeff R. are a young couple who live in Milwaukee. Jeff is twenty-six, a college graduate who teaches school. Maxine is also a schoolteacher. She is a five-foot-four brunette of twenty-five with a full, buxom figure. In public, she dresses in a conservative manner that does not emphasize her figure, wears horn-rimmed glasses, and wears her long brown hair done in a tight bun at the nape of her neck. To casual acquaintances and even close friends, she seems like a completely average young woman. They would receive something of a shock if suddenly confronted with the truth about her.

"There is more than one side to Maxine, and the same's the case with me," Jeff explained. The three of us were seated in Maxine's small but cozy apartment in downtown Milwaukee. Wearing a navy-blue suit, beige hose, and dark pumps with medium heels, Maxine looked like any young woman schoolteacher might. In fact, with her glasses and conservative hairdo, she looked rather unprepossessing.

Jeff handed over a 4x5 photograph of a young woman wearing an exotic leather costume. Her gleaming black leather dress was tightly molded to her buxom figure, and cut in a wide V down the front, past the cleavage of her full bosom. The dress was hemmed to end at mid-thigh, leaving the welt of her black stockings partly on view. She was wearing knee-length high-heel black leather boots, which were laced down the front from knee to toe. The heels must have been four inches high, and left her feet arched in a manner resembling a ballet dancer.

She was wearing arm-length black leather gloves. Her long brown hair was worn loose and hung nearly to her waist, and she was heavily made up. It took me a few moments to realize that the young woman in the picture was in fact Maxine! The two of them grinned when they realized how I had nearly been deceived.

"We both love leather and bondage," Maxine explained. She handed over another photograph of herself. In this one she was wearing only boots, stockings, tiny bikini panties made of black leather, a matching bra-halter made of rubber, and an old-fashioned-looking, extremely severe black corset. The corset, which appeared to be heavily boned, pinched her waist in to almost unbelievably narrow proportions, which had the corresponding effect of expanding her bosom and hips. In the photograph, she was shown under complete restraint, bound in a standing position to a vertical metal pipe with various lengths of rope. Her wrists were pulled behind the pipe in a crossed position and tied securely, While her elbows were tied tightly together in a manner that left her forearms in contact. Ropes were tied around her torso and the pipe just below her breasts, at her waist, and just above her hips. Her legs were tied together at the ankles and knees, and then tied to the pipe with additional ropes. Her mouth fully packed with what appeared to be some cloth material, she was gagged with a black scarf.

"With us, bondage and leather garments go hand in hand," Maxine related. "During our bondage parties, I always wear something made of leather." As if to prove her point, she began handing over various photographs of herself. All of them featured her in a wide variety of leather outfits, ranging all the way from brief leather panties to complete leather costumes. In several of them, she was dressed from head to toe in leather, including leather helmets tightly molded around her head. In all of the photos, she was under some form of physical restraint, bound with ropes or leather straps and nearly always gagged in some fashion. The bondage positions revealed a great deal of imagination, ranging from casual and easily maintained positions to positions that involved total restraint and must have been quite uncomfortable.

"I have always been interested in leather outfits, boots and skirts and that sort of thing," Maxine replied when asked about her interest in leather. "However, it wasn't until after I started dating Jeff that I learned that really bizarre, far-out leather garments could be obtained. Since he loves leather perhaps even more than I do, he started encouraging me to build up a wardrobe. We're still building our collection, in fact, and I don't suppose we'll really ever get enough items to suit us. I like the feel of leather, particularly tight-fitting leather costumes, but there's more to it than that. Normally, I'm a somewhat inhibited person. However, for some reason when I'm wearing leather it's different! And that's particularly true when I'm wearing one of my more bizarre leather outfits. I really let my hair down, both literally and figuratively. It's hard to explain why, but that's the way it is.

"My introduction to bondage was Jeff's idea," Maxine answered, when asked about her interest in bondage. "Although it's hard to remember now, I don't think I had even heard of bondage--erotic bondage, I mean-until Jeff suggested it. I suppose any girl would be reluctant at first, and I know I was. However, I knew I could trust Jeff and I began to let him experiment with me.

"It didn't take me long to discover that the idea was quite appealing. At first, Jeff would do something simple such as trying my hands behind my bark and perhaps tying my ankles together. He would then sort of torment me with his hands, not going too far but making it clear that I was really under his control. Although it was highly embarrassing to be so helpless and at his mercy like that, I really found it exciting. It really made me feel feminine to be mastered like that. You must remember that this took place just after we had started dating, at a time when I was still reluctant to have sex with him.

"With each new bondage session, Jeff kept adding something different and I found it all quite interesting. At the same time, he was continually pressuring me to have sex with him. My resistance grew weaker with each date and I finally gave in, although I told him there was one condition. I wanted it to be a very special occasion, with plenty of leather and bondage, so that neither of us would ever forget it.

"It all worked out better than we had expected. Jeff got permission to use the cottage his parents own up on Lake Winnebago for the following weekend. We drove up there on Friday afternoon as soon as school was out, the trunk and backseat of the car filled with bondage equipment and costumes. Before leaving I let my hair down all the way back and then tied it Viking-style in a single braid at the back of my neck. I then changed into a very brief mini-dress that I had never worn publicly before, together with charcoal-colored pantyhose and high-heeled patent leather pumps.

"That weekend I really found out what it was like to be a bondagette, and it all started the minute we got into the car! On an impulse, Jeff decided that some partial restraint was in order right then and there. As a result, I soon found my hands tied behind my back while my knees and ankles were tied together quite tightly. He then pulled my mini-dress back until the body-sheath of my pantyhose was well on display. Blushing and helpless, I sat like that all the way to Lake Winnebago.

"The white rope made a vivid contrast with my dark pantyhose, so anyone who looked in the car could have seen that I was tied up. Although that was exquisitely embarrassing and made me feel very anxious, I also found it kind of exciting to think that someone might see me in bondage with my dress pulled up so boldly.

"Jeff wouldn't untie me even after we reached the cottage. Instead, after helping me out of the car be escorted me up the driveway with my legs and wrists still tied. Hopping and feeling thoroughly embarrassed and silly, I was just sure someone would drive along the road and see me, but no one did. He finally got me inside the cottage where he stood me facing a wall in the corner, while be unpacked the car.

"Finally, I was released and allowed to change into a leather outfit. This consisted of the leather dress that you saw in the first photograph, arm-length black kid gloves, black nylon hose and garter belt, and my best pair of boots--four-inch high-heeled patent leather boots that come over the knee and are laced all the way down in front. Jeff laced me into the boots himself, making me sit on a chair with my hands tied behind my back while he did so.

"To get us in the mood for sex, we began experimenting with various bondage positions. The furniture in the cottage was mostly of the outdoor wooden type that is ideal for bondage. Over the space of the next couple of hours, I found myself tied in various positions over the chairs, the tables, and the bed. I didn't utter a peep to complain, mainly because my mouth was fully packed with an oversize handkerchief held firmly in place by a scarf tied at the back of my head. At some stage of the proceedings, Jeff added a combination mask and helmet made of leather that completely covered my head and the upper half of my face, leaving me in total blackness. While tying me in these various positions, he was continually using his hands to caress and pinch and otherwise torment me. Since I was wearing nothing beneath my leather dress except my garter belt, I was completely defenseless against his hands. Getting felt up when you can't do a thing to protect yourself is always twice as exciting, and I'm sure it wasn't hard for him to see the reaction I was having.

"During this time I could hear him hammering and doing some work of some sort, but it wasn't until later that I discovered that he had been fastening a couple of pulleys to one of the beams in the cottage ceiling. Finally I was untied and while still masked and gagged was led to a position directly under the pulleys. Jeff tied my gloved wrists together very securely, and then tied that rope to another rope strung over one of the pulleys.

"Of course, I didn't realize what was happening until my arms suddenly started pulling upward. A moment later, I was standing barely on tiptoe and every muscle of my body was pulled taut. Since I couldn't make a sound, I tried to protest by shaking my head but of course he wasn't deterred by that. My legs were free but not for long. Taking a two-foot-long metal bar with leather cuffs at each end, he quickly snapped the cuffs around my ankles which left my booted legs spread in a wide inverted V. Boy, did I feel helpless, vulnerable, and uncomfortable!

"Without further ado, he proceeded to pull my leather dress up completely to my waist, securing it there with a belt around my waist. Realizing how much I was exposing myself, I would have screamed if it weren't for the gag. As it was, I had no choice but to stand there blushing and feeling horribly immodest. Once he had me trussed up to his satisfaction, completely helpless and exposed, he started tormenting me with his hands. He even took a leather riding crop and starting smacking my bottom with it, rather lightly and just enough to make me all warm and itchy back there. He continually kept his fingers between my legs while he was doing that, and it wasn't long before he had me in a frenzy.

"I was just dying for him to take me right then and there, and was wishing he would remove the gag so I could tell him so. But he didn't have to be told what I wanted. In a few moments I suddenly felt his hard thing brushing against me and realized that he intended to take me from behind! The idea of being possessed from behind like that, as if I were some kind of animal, while all tied up and gagged, was intensely humiliating, but at the same time almost unbelievably exciting. Of course, there wasn't a thing I could do to stop him. Suddenly I felt that powerful, rock-hard muscle separating the lips of my vulva and sliding forcefully into my vagina. Gripping my breasts firmly, almost roughly, he began pumping back and forth with vigorous thrusts that nearly took my breath away. It was rough, raw, almost savage sex, and I was nearly crazy with excitement although I was intensely uncomfortable in so many ways I lost track of them. We both came with a wild spasm.

"We both needed some time to recover our bearings after that, and took time out long enough to go out for dinner. When we got back, Jeff had me change into an outfit consisting only of my long kid gloves, black garter belt, black stockings, and knee-length high-heeled boots. When I asked him what he had in mind, he told me he bad an idea that was even wilder than the first. I didn't see how that was possible, but I soon found out!

"To keep me in the dark about his plans, once again the mask-helmet was fitted over my head. He then tied my wrists behind my back, and had me sit on a cushion on the floor with my legs extended. He then fastened leather cuffs around each ankle. Up to that time, it all seemed very simple to me but I of course had no way of knowing that those leather cuffs at my ankles were attached to ropes strung over the pulleys in the ceiling!

"When my feet started moving upward, I suddenly realized what he intended to do! Up I went, feet first! Hardly before I realized what was happening, I was strung up feet first with my head completely off the floor! It's a good thing that cottage was in a rather isolated spot, because I'm sure you could have heard me screaming for blocks. Feeling my entire body swinging to-and-fro like that, I had never felt so helpless and downright terrified in my life.

"Despite my screams I was pulled up until my head was a good three feet off the floor, and the ropes were fastened to leave me in that position. Boy, was I strung up like an animal in the slaughterhouse! My legs were pulled apart in a slightly uncomfortable and horribly immodest fashion, but I was too petrified to be thinking about my modesty at such a time.

"He stepped up in front of me and I could tell that he had removed his clothing. Seeing me in that position had given him an erection and I suddenly felt that hard thing of his brushing against my lips!! He said nothing and, to my complete surprise, quickly pressed his face down between my legs and started licking my vulva!! He used his fingers to spread me well apart, and my whole body shuddered convulsively as I felt his tongue on my clitoris.

"Although I had never done such a thing before in my life,. I quickly opened my mouth and started working his hard muscle between my lips and teeth. It wasn't easy in that position, but I soon had my mouth bulging with rock-hard cock. He was sucking me and I was soon reciprocating. Imagine me, that prim little schoolteacher, strung up like an animal and sucking like crazy on bone-hard masculine cock!! I felt wild, almost depraved, and could hardly believe it was really me. I soon creamed with by far the wildest orgasm I had ever had, and about the same time he gave me a real mouthful.

"We spent the remainder of that weekend trying out other bondage positions and stunts. After that, I was a confirmed bondage addict and so was Jeff. These days, the two of us consider bondage and sex synonymous."


Bondage and Spanking

Insofar as spanking and related forms of physical punishment are concerned, bondage fans fall into two principal groups: nonspankers and spankers. A third group might be classified as mild spankers. Although many bondage fans are nonspankers, some of them outspokenly so, bondage and spanking are such closely related subjects that it is impossible to consider one without the other. A brief analysis will clarify the reason for this relationship.

To-state the matter in simple terms, it all depends on where one starts. Let's take the case of two hypothetical individuals, X and Y. X starts out as a bondage fan. Y starts out as a spanking fan. Granted, it is somewhat unlikely that X will become a spanking fan. But what about Y? Isn't bondage such a logical, and sometimes even necessary, feature of spanking that it's quite likely that Y will also wind up as a bondage fan? The fact is that many spanking fans have become bondage fans.

Until somewhat recently, the erotic implications of spanking have been muted or misunderstood. However, the era of the sexual revolution has seen an increasing interest in, and understanding of, erotic spanking. Today, many married couples and other adults employ erotic spanking as a regular form of sexual foreplay, having discovered that their sexual ardor is considerably increased by the prior application of the paddle or strap.

The following case histories will illustrate the connection between bondage and spanking. Case History No. 3



Even though she secretly loved dressing in kinky, fetish-style clothing, Brenda Sanders nevertheless blushed a little as she inspected herself in the bedroom of her Dallas apartment. The shapely twenty-three-year old secretary was wearing a long-sleeved white blouse, tight-fitting micro-mini made of black leather and hemmed to end just below her hips, sheer, black nylon stockings neatly rolled to leave an enticing gap of about four inches of bare thigh, and custom-made black patent pumps with four-inch tapering spike heels. Every detail of the costume was designed to bring out and emphasize the attractive brunette's sensuous young figure. She was wearing no bra, and the form-fitting and diaphanous white blouse left her firm, lush breasts fully on display and bulging against the front of the blouse like two young melons. The ultra-short leather skirt and rolled black stockings, together with the spike heels, were all designed to enhance the appearance of Brenda's long, smooth, and shapely legs.

The erotic costume was not entirely Brenda's idea. Instead, it had been suggested down to the last detail by Brenda's employer, Roy W., a wealthy and still relatively young executive in the oil and gas business. Ever since the two of them had discovered their mutual interest in the more bizarre aspects of sexuality, they had developed a close relationship with Roy serving in the role of mentor for his inexperienced but interested young protegee. In fact, he had paid the cost of maintaining her luxury apartment, and saw to it that she received a generous allowance in addition to her salary.

The knowledge that her tutor in the art of bizarre sex was waiting in the living room made Brenda's heart beat a little faster as she took one final look in the mirror. Knowing that she could prolong the moment of decision only so long, Brenda took a deep breath and headed for the living room. She had spent considerable time practicing walking in the four-inch spikes and had mastered the art of walking gracefully in them, although she had to take small steps and walk quite erect to avoid pitching forward.

Well aware that she was blushing a bright scarlet, Brenda slowly entered the living room. Roy promptly set his Scotch-and-soda aside and gave her a quick once-over. "It's about time you showed up," he remarked, in a voice that showed only mild annoyance.

"Was it worth waiting for?" Brenda asked hopefully, slowly walking toward him and then turning in profile so that he could inspect her. She was proud of her long legs and shapely figure, and knew only too well what kind of effect she could produce on him.

"Yeah, I'll have to admit that," he conceded, his eyes focusing on her long, nylon-clad legs and the intriguing gap of carnation-white flesh between her rolled stocking tops and the hem of her micromini.

"Are you going to be very severe with me this evening?" Brenda asked, watching him closely to see what his reaction might be.

He avoided meeting her eyes. "Don't you think I should be?" he asked quietly.

"Did I really make that many mistakes at work this week?" Brenda asked, in a voice that feigned surprise. It was a question she invariably asked at their Friday-evening get-togethers, as if to give him a pretext for inflicting bizarre sexual punishment on her.

"You know the answer to that!" he replied, giving her a meaningful glance. Finishing his Scotch-and-soda, Roy got to his feet and walked over to a small suitcase he had brought with him. Placing the suitcase on a table, he opened it to reveal an assortment of leather straps and other bondage devices.

Brenda paled slightly as she caught a glimpse of the imposing collection of items obviously intended to be used upon her. "What's all that?" she asked in a dubious voice.

"Just got it today," Roy explained. "I've had it ordered for some time. It's a complete training harness, from head to toe!"

Brenda gulped noticeably although she felt a rising measure of excitement at the thought of being totally imprisoned by the bizarre harness. She watched closely as Roy brought out an elbow-length special leather glove that was obviously designed to encase both hands and arms together. "Come here!" Roy told her. "And put your hands behind your back, palms touching each other."

Brenda complied without objection, watching rather apprehensively as Roy began sliding the glove over her fingers and up her hands and arms. Almost completely unlaced, the unusual and highly confining glove slid easily into place. Roy quickly began lacing it up firmly, gradually forcing Brenda's forearms and elbows into close contact with one another.

"Hey!" Brenda gasped, in a voice that mingled discomfort with a trace of excitement.

Roy finished lacing up the glove and tied the laces in a firm knot that wouldn't slip. There was no conceivable way that Brenda could free herself from the unusual glove, and the pretty young secretary felt completely helpless. "You won't even give a girl a chance!" she told him with a feigned pout.

"You haven't seen anything yet!" Roy assured her. Next, he brought out a harness designed to imprison her torso. This consisted of two parallel straps, designed to encircle her body horizontally, connected to a wide belt for her waist. Roy quickly snapped the belt tightly in place around her waist, nipping her waist in more than a little.

"Hey, that's pretty tight!" Brenda protested, a little breathless.

"I'll tighten it up some more after you get used to it!" Roy replied.

"How could you?" Brenda asked. "It already feels like a corset!"

The pretty young bondagette watched anxiously and with some embarrassment as Roy pulled the two horizontal straps upward through the cleavage of her breasts and draped one over each shoulder. Next, he stepped slightly behind her and began pulling the other half of the horizontal straps up between her legs. As instructed, Brenda had worn no panties beneath her micro-mini and she was soon feeling the straps brushing against her bare thighs and more intimate areas. The straps connected with a buckle in back and Roy began drawing the two straps tautly through the buckle loops.

"Ooooh!" Brenda grimaced, as she felt the straps drawing embarrassingly tight between her legs. "That's awful tight!"

The straps pulled her micro-mini up both in front and back, revealing a fluffy patch of dark brown hair and prettily white girlish bottom. Roy buckled the straps tautly in such a manner that they would constantly exert a chafing pressure between her legs. Blushing prettily at the highly embarrassing and somewhat uncomfortable sensation between her legs, Brenda stood meekly as Roy slipped a leather strap around her gloved wrists and hooked it to the horizontal straps of the body harness to render her all the more helpless.

Next, Roy produced a couple of leather cuffs which were connected by a very short chain only a couple of inches in length. Roy dropped to his knees in front of her to fit the cuffs in place around her ankles. Putting Brenda's long and beautiful legs under restraint was always one of the highlights of any session as far as he was concerned, and Roy deliberately took his time about confining her shapely, nylon-clad ankles in the cuffs.

"How do you expect me to move around in those?" Brenda asked, watching closely as her ankles were imprisoned. Roy did not bother to answer as he produced another leather strap and employed it to strap Brenda's lush thighs together just below the tops of her rolled stockings. The only part of her body left free was her pretty brunette head and Roy quickly took steps to remedy that shortcoming. Reaching into the suitcase, he brought out a specially designed leather-and-rubber head harness. Brenda gulped at the sight of the imposing device. "Roy, that looks a little rugged!" she protested, in a voice that betrayed underlying excitement.

Roy began confining her pretty brunette head in the harness. The harness consisted of two horizontal straps fitting around the wearer's head, one at the forehead and the other at jaw level. These straps in turn were connected to a vertical strap running from the nape of the neck in back over the head to the forehead, where the strap divided in two to go around the nose and reach the lower horizontal strap. A red rubber ball was strung on the lower horizontal strap to serve as a gag. "Open your mouth!" Roy ordered, after buckling all the straps in place. Knowing that she was passing up her last chance to say anything intelligibly for some little time, Brenda reluctantly opened her pretty mouth. Roy promptly popped the ball into her mouth, prying her jaws and teeth well apart and forcing her to bite down constantly on the ball. Brenda's eyes widened noticeably and her pretty face immediately showed the strain of being gagged in such an uncomfortable manner. Roy carefully tightened the lower horizontal strap to make it impossible for her to dislodge the ball from her mouth.

Roy paused for a moment to admire his helpless victim. Confined in leather from her head to ankles, Brenda stood blushing prettily as she felt his inspecting eyes carefully going over her trussed-up body. Although she could wriggle and turn her head from side to side, there was no choice for her except to stand there much like a statue as long as he wanted.

As she had suspected, Roy was in no mood to be rushed, and decided to leave his pretty subject on display for awhile. Pouring himself another drink, he sat down and leaned back to admire his handiwork. Feeling miserably helpless and a little undignified, Brenda demurely kept her eyes averted as she stood there displaying her bizarrely trussed-up body. The red rubber ball in her mouth made her jaws ache, but she knew it was useless to try to seek relief.

Roy made her stand there for a full twenty minutes while he finished his drink. Before beginning with the next step, he carefully pulled her micro-mini skirt up until it was completely inside out and held in that position by the body harness. Blushing scarlet and trying to protest through her gag, Brenda found herself standing there with her pretty brown tuft of hair and girlishly plump white bottom constantly on display. Such completely immodest exposure left her feeling thoroughly brazen and highly embarrassed, yet she could not suppress a surge of excitement at being forced to exhibit her lush feminine charms in that bizarre manner.

The comely brunette bondagette shuddered visibly and paled slightly when she observed Roy picking up a sleek and obviously well-oiled black leather razor strap. Of course, she had known it would be only a question of time before that happened, but it was still difficult to face the fact that that sleek strap soon would be curling around her most sensitive parts in a manner designed to set her aflame.

"Let's go into the bedroom!" Roy suggested, grasping her left arm firmly just above the shoulders.

With the cuffs at her ankles preventing her from walking even with tiny steps, Brenda bad no choice but to hop. With her slender feet steeply arched in the four-inch high heels that was a difficult and quite uncomfortable task, and the hapless young brunette would have fallen several times had not Roy's arm steadied her. It was also a completely undignified method of locomotion, and Brenda was quite self-conscious about her jouncing and flip-flopping breasts that were quite evident beneath her diaphanous blouse.

A little breathless and quite red in the face, Brenda finally made it to her destination. Roy seated himself on the bed and quickly pulled his helplessly shackled victim face-down over his lap. Save for the two leather straps tightly drawn through the crevice, her girlishly lush and satiny smooth buttocks were saucily bare and completely defenseless. Her gloved fingers, caught in the efficient single glove, clawed the air helplessly and could do nothing to protect her comely posterior. Confined in the strap and cuffs, Brenda's long, stocking-clad legs stretched out full-length on the bed to complete the picture of helpless feminine pulchritude. Brenda shuddered and strained against the bizarre collection of straps that kept her totally restrained. Unintentionally squirming her pretty bottom in anxious expectation of the spanking to come, she tried to prepare herself mentally for the ordeal. As much as she dreaded the pain, she knew she wanted it and in fact required it to attain the level of sexual excitement she needed.

Deciding to commence the session with his open hand, Roy set aside the strap for the time being. Positioning Brenda's helpless body just exactly the way he wanted it, Roy studied the quivering white bottom for a moment and then raised his right hand in the air. Knowing that the assault was coming and that there was nothing she could do to protect her sensitive bottom, Brenda shuddered and tensed the muscles in her pretty nates. Smack! Roy's rough masculine hand landed squarely across the velvety smooth and yielding target with a firm smacking noise.

"Mmmmmm!" Brenda's pained yelp was cut short by her gag. Her brunette head snapped back sharply and her entire body jerked against the bonds that held her fast as the sudden jolt of pain surged through her hips.

Observing her reaction closely, Roy held his hand pressed down firmly where it landed for several seconds. Smack! Deciding to warm his attractive victim up in a systematic manner, Roy applied the second spank on her left thigh just above the top of her neatly rolled stocking.

"Mmmmm!" Brenda once again threw back her harnessed brunette head as his capable hand left its imprint on her tender flesh.

Smack! Smack! Roy began working up her left thigh and buttock, applying crisp spanks that stung smartly and left her flesh tingling noticeably. Each brisk spank produced an audible moan of pain from his gagged and helpless victim, who could do nothing but writhe against her bonds and kick back her stockinged legs in pretty protest. Roy watched her movements quite closely, enjoying every sensuous jerk and twist to the utmost. Putting a pretty and completely defenseless young woman through her paces with hand and strap was one of his favorite hobbies, and his leggy young secretary was his favorite pupil.

"Mmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Brenda moaned unintelligibly through the rubber-ball gag, which by this time felt thoroughly uncomfortable in her mouth.

Slap! Smack! Having worked up the left side, Roy began working down the right. His capable palm smacking briskly against her exposed flesh, he made sure that no part of his alluring target was overlooked. By this time, Brenda was swinging her stocking-clad, bound legs back and forth in response to each spank, unintentionally putting on a pretty display of young womanhood in distress. Her bottom tingling and prickling from the effects of his hand, Brenda felt thoroughly miserable as she lay writhing against her bonds on his lap. The torso strap between her legs had worked up uncomfortably tight and continually chafed against her vulva. But notwithstanding all of her discomfort, the moisture between her legs and the coital-like jerks of her hips made it all too evident that she found such bizarre mistreatment highly exciting.

Roy paused to observe his squirming victim. Brenda's bottom and thighs were a pretty shade of pink, and he decided to give her another dose with his hand. Once again beginning on her left thigh just above the top of her rolled black stocking, Roy began working up the left side and down the right. Each resounding smack produced a muffled moan and a spasmodic jerk from his twitching victim. Tears blinding her eyes, Brenda swung her nylon-clad legs prettily back and forth and futilely tried to reach back with her gloved fingers to provide some protection for her smarting bottom.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Brenda could do nothing more than make animal-like noises as his hand continued to pepper her defenseless posterior.

By this time, Brenda's plump bottom and tapering thighs were rosy all over, and the entire area felt uncomfortably dry and itchy and prickling-hot. Roy decided that she was sufficiently prepared for the strap, and reached for the sleek, well-oiled strap at his side. Knowing that what she had been through had only been a preliminary warm-up and that the real assault was still to come, Brenda froze with a mixture of terror and excitement.

Thwack! The slippery black, leather razor strap coiled around the curved surfaces of her lovely bottom.

"Mmmmmmm!" Brenda's soprano squeal was considerably muted by her gag. The comely bondagette bucked up on his lap with a convulsive jerk as the strap bit into her tender flesh with a fiery caress.

Her long legs jerked back reflexively, while her gloved fingers worked frantically and futilely in an effort to reach back to protect herself.

Smack! Once again the strap descended on her pretty nates, this time slightly lower and right across the most sensitive parts.

"Mmmmmmm!" Brenda groaned through her gag, and she broke into tears as the pain jolted through both cheeks of her tender bottom. Her stockinged legs flew backward at the knees, pointed heels nearly reaching her thighs. Her entire body jerked against the bonds that held her captive in an instinctive effort to attempt to escape the pain he was inflicting on her poor posterior.

Thwack! Whack! Slap! Allowing a few seconds' interval for the full effect of each application to sink in, Roy began applying the sleek strap in a systematic manner designed to torment every sensitive nerve end in her curvaceous posterior. Covering both hips and thighs down to the tops of her rolled stockings, he applied the strap with a wrist-snapping motion guaranteed to obtain the maximum effect of the strap.

"Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" Brenda's high-pitched squeals, although muffled by her gag, revealed anguish mingled with arousal. As the glowing fire in her buttocks and thighs continued to build to a higher flame with each fresh application of the strap, the shapely brunette bondagette tossed about wildly on his lap with her hips jerking with coital-like movements, her long legs waving prettily in the air. Soaking wet between the legs, she found her excitement mounting to a fever pitch. Completely over-powered, she wanted him to take her in the most brutal way possible.

Whack! Thwhack! Smack! The strap continued descending on the quivering target. By this time, Brenda's girlishly wide posterior and upper thighs were a glowing red from the combination spanking and strapping, and the entire area was in flames. Watching her twist and kick and squirm sensuously about on his lap, Roy could tell that she was both physically and emotionally prepared for the final onslaught. "That's enough of that for the time being!" he remarked, tossing the strap on the floor.

Picking his sobbing and twitching victim up easily in his hands, he tossed her face-down on the bed. Brenda did not attempt to avoid him but instead lay crying and convulsively jerking against her bonds as he quickly stuffed a couple of pillows beneath her stomach to elevate her scarlet and burning hips. She could see that his erect penis was sticking out of his trousers and, as it always did at times like that, it looked simply huge.

Kneeling quickly on the bed, Roy unfastened the bonds that confined her long legs and then unbuckled the torso strap between her legs, pulling it out of the way. Brenda moaned with a mixture of despair and excitement as the sudden departure of the strap left her feeling horribly vulnerable right where it mattered most. Pulling her long legs apart somewhat impatiently, Roy knelt between her thighs. Bracing herself for the final attack, Brenda winced with pain as his fingers probed her burning bottom, spreading the cheeks apart.

"Mmmmmmmmm!" Brenda shuddered spasmodically, as she felt the head of his hard penis probing the small entrance.

Roy positioned himself carefully and moved forward with a vigorous thrust, the head of his penis sliding into the tiny opening and spreading it apart.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" Brenda's scream was mostly muffled by her gag. Arching her back and jerking against her leather bonds, she had no choice but to submit to the painful penetration. Instinctively, her sphincter muscles sought to expel the foreign object but that was impossible.

Pausing for a brief moment to let her get used to it, Roy pushed forward with a vigorous thrust that forced the walls of her anal canal well apart. Feeling as if she were being torn apart inside, Brenda shuddered with pain and masochistic pleasure. Tears streamed down her face and she would have begged for mercy had it not been for the gag. Roy did not stop until his sturdy member was deeply inserted in the ultra-tight channel.

Feeling the muscles of her anal canal clutching his thick penis, Roy grasped his pretty victim at the hips to hold her in position, and slowly began pumping his pelvis back and forth. As she began to adjust to the presence of a masculine rod in her rear channel, Brenda found her excitement rising and began to respond with wriggling movements of her hips. To torment her all the more, Roy slipped one hand into her wet bush and worked a finger into her vulva.

"Mmmmmmm!" Brenda reacted with a girlish wriggle as his finger found her sensitive clitoris and began massaging it gently.

Timing himself quite deliberately, Roy gradually increased the tempo. Moving back after each forward thrust until just the head of his member was inside her, he would pump with a quick thrust that sent the hard muscle back in clear to the hilt. His probing fingers never let her vulva, continually tormenting her and forcing her to wriggle her hips in response. Forced to endure the bizarre assault, the pretty bondagette found herself aroused nearly to the point of hysterics.

Roy could no longer hold himself back. Pumping almost brutally, he rammed his throbbing penis forward as far as it would go and sent his climax jetting deep inside her. Twisting and shuddering convulsively, Brenda achieved the violent orgasm that only Roy's bizarre mistreatment seemed able to produce. Completely conquered and knowing that more kinky sex would soon be in store for her, the young bondagette relaxed happily on the bed in the prison of her leather bonds. Case History No. 4



The experiences of Arthur P. demonstrate how youthful experiences can lead to an adult interest in spanking and bondage. While in his early teens, Arthur was sent to live with an aunt and uncle in a somewhat isolated rural area. The uncle operated an extensive agribusiness combine that kept him away from home frequently. This left Arthur at home under the supervision of his Aunt Helen, an attractive but robust woman in her mid-thirties with a severe and dominating personality.

From the beginning, Arthur was kept under extremely strict discipline. There can be little doubt that his Aunt Helen was a sadist. For the slightest infraction of her rules, Arthur was soundly spanked with the hand and hairbrush. He was always spanked on the completely bare bottom, and his aunt did not even permit him to prepare himself. Instead, his aunt personally lowered this trousers and shorts for him, even after he was a mature young man well into his teens.

The spankings were never laughing matters by any means. Pulling her skirts up out of the way, his aunt would make him stand sideways between her legs and bend over her left thigh until his head was nearly touching the floor. Holding him firmly between her strong thighs, she would apply a long and sound spanking. Her procedure was almost always the same. She would commence with her hand and spank until her palm was stinging too much to continue. She would then switch to the hairbrush and apply it almost unmercifully. Finally, she would toss the hairbrush aside and finish up with her hand, once again smacking away until her palm stung too much to continue. Although her hand was large and capable of imparting much more pain than might be imagined, it was the hairbrush that really hurt. Arthur inevitably wound up howling and sobbing long before the spanking came to a halt.

For repeated or severe offenses, his aunt would humiliate him in various ways before and after the spanking. For example, she would undress him completely and make him wear a pair of nylon panties and occasionally a woman's slip. Thus attired, he might have to stand or sit in the corner for as long as an hour before the spanking. And after the spanking, he was always made to wear the panties for the rest of the day under his regular clothing. If spanked at bed-time, he was sometimes required to sleep in a girl's nightie afterwards.

Although Arthur was never a weakling, and in his later teens became quite a well-built young man, he could never bring himself to resist his aunt's will when it came to discipline. When she would berate him and start preparing him for a spanking, he would find himself completely tongue-tied and unable to offer any opposition although he found such treatment almost unbearably humiliating and the physical pain almost unendurable at times. He was too inexperienced to understand the masochistic tendencies that caused him to submit so meekly to his aunt's domination, but he recognized from his earliest teens that he was sexually attracted to her. When she would pull up her dress prior to spanking him, often revealing dark-brown stocking tops, garters, and bare thighs, Arthur would have to fight to keep from having an erection. Alone in his room after a spanking, he invariably found relief by masturbating.

From his early teens, Arthur strongly preferred robust, buxom young women who resembled his aunt. It was not until he was into his twenties and away from his aunt's domination, however, that Arthur realized that he was hooked on the type of bizarre mistreatment she had administered. Tormented by a strongly compulsive urge to be dominated and humiliated by a woman, be began searching for dominant women who would compel him to act out his fantasies.

As a result, he found himself standing at the apartment door of Eleanor F. The two of them had met by correspondence and she had assured Arthur he would never forget one of her treatments. Although he realized the potential dangers of completely delivering himself into the hands of a total stranger, Arthur was too driven by his compulsions to avoid the temptation. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door.

Arthur's heart began pounding rapidly as the door swung open. Eleanor stood in the doorway, her hands on her sides, glaring malevolently at him. An attractive brunette, she was robust, buxom, and obviously quite strong-just the type of woman to whom Arthur was most attracted. She wore a sleeveless white blouse, arm-length black kid gloves, formfitting leather skirt hemmed to end about three inches above the knees and slit along each side, black nylon hose, and gleaming patent leather pumps with four-inch-high heels. "Come in if you dare!" Eleanor told him in a contemptuous voice. "But don't forget to close the door behind you!"

Although his knees felt slightly weak under him, Arthur could not resist the temptation. Stepping inside, he closed the door behind him. Eleanor's apartment was lavishly furnished but Arthur was too overcome by her to notice the surroundings. In the presence of the striking and haughty dominatrix, he found himself quite tongue-tied and helpless, much as he had been when undergoing discipline from his aunt.

With confident strides, Eleanor walked over to an easy chair and seated herself. Crossing her legs with a rustle of nylon, she did not bother to adjust her black leather skirt that rode back to reveal black stocking tops and a glimpse of milk-white thigh. Her legs were full, almost heavy, but quite shapely and smooth, and Arthur could not refrain from gazing at them in obvious fascination.

"Now, tell me, why are you here?" Eleanor asked with an imperious smile, knowing only too well that her latest masculine victim would experience considerable embarrassment in trying to verbalize his feelings in front of her.

"Well, I... er..." Arthur found himself stammering as he tried to answer the surprising question.

"Go ahead, tell me!" Eleanor demanded, flashing him an angry glance.

"Well, I came be--because..." Arthur continued to stammer, becoming red in the face.

Eleanor was quite amused at his embarrassment, but could see that he was plainly at a loss for words and decided that there was no point pushing that type of torment too far. "You came here to be my sex slave, isn't that right?" she asked in a commanding voice.

"Y-yes!" Arthur managed, unable to meet her withering gaze.

"In that case, you can't stay dressed up like a real man!" Eleanor told him in a sarcastic voice. "Take off your clothes! All of them!"

Arthur gasped at the surprising and quite humiliating command. Quite aware that she was watching him with the utmost condescension, he began disrobing and was soon down to his shorts. Red-faced and feeling thoroughly humiliated, he managed to bring himself to remove them. He could see the look of bemused superiority on her face as he finally stood in front of her, completely nude.

"Put that on!" Eleanor demanded suddenly, tossing a pair of pink nylon panties on the floor in front of him.

With fumbling fingers, Arthur embarrassedly picked up the wispy garment. Nearly tripping, he somewhat awkwardly stepped into the panties and pulled them up his legs. The tiny nylon garment clung to him firmly, and Arthur's cheeks burned hotly as he stood meekly in front of his bizarre tormentress attired in the shameful feminine garment. Despite his deep humiliation, he could feel his excitement rising at the prospect of being put through his paces by such an attractive dominatrix.

"You look very sweet in your panties, slave!" Eleanor told him, just to torment him. "Now, down on your knees, this instant!" Her voice was suddenly harsh and strident, and she pointed a gloved. forefinger haughtily toward the floor. Almost without thinking, Arthur collapsed to a kneeling position in front of her.

Eleanor uncrossed her legs and extended her feet together, her gleaming patent leather pumps directly in front of Arthur's face. The submissive male slave gulped hard when he noticed that both gloved forefingers were pointing insistently toward her feet! "Kiss my shoes!" Eleanor demanded in a superior voice.

Arthur swallowed and hesitated, feelings of intense humiliation mingling with excitement at the thought of performing such a submissive act.

"Go ahead, slave!" Eleanor told him. "It will teach you humility!" Her forefingers continued to point insistently toward the pointed toes of her spike pumps.

Unable to resist any longer, despite the humiliation involved, Arthur impulsively leaned forward and pressed his lips against the tip of her right shoe. Feeling his lips in contact with the icy-smooth leather and sensing the nearness of her nylon-clad feet and shapely legs, Arthur could feel the expanding tautness in the front of his panties. Allowing his lips to linger for a moment, he proceeded to kiss the other shoe in the same fashion. When he drew back afterwards, their eyes met for a brief moment, and his shamefaced look made it quite apparent to Eleanor that her latest male trainee was completely enthralled by her.

"Stay on your knees," she told him. "I'll be back in a minute." She got up and strode from the room with purposeful strides.

Finding himself alone, Arthur obediently remained on his knees. Although he couldn't help wondering what torments might be in store for him if he remained, he knew that he did not wish to escape the demanding dominatrix who obviously understood the art of tormenting the male. Eleanor returned in a moment and Arthur gave a start when he noticed that she was carrying a tray of bondage materials.

"Please, you don't have to tie me up!" he told her.

"I'll make all the decisions!" Eleanor told him with a freezing glare. "Now, hold out your hands!"

Feeling helpless to resist, Arthur meekly extended his hands and watched as his wrists were quickly and efficiently snapped into a pair of stainless steel handcuffs.

"See if you can get out of them!" Eleanor told him in a confident voice.

As Arthur futilely tried to remove the manacles, Eleanor proceeded to snap leather cuffs around his ankles. The two cuffs were connected by an eight-inch chain, which made it possible for him to walk only with very small steps.

"You're not going to get away now!" Eleanor told him.

Arthur realized that she was right, and began to wonder what he had let himself in for. Knowing that he would have to suffer any torment she decided to inflict, he felt a growing sense of panic mingled with a strong surge of masochistic excitement at the thought that he was now the helpless captive of that buxom and attractive dominatrix. He wanted to speak but his mouth felt parched.

Eleanor fastened a leather dog collar around his neck, deliberately making it uncomfortably tight. She clasped the leash attached to the collar in one gloved hand and looked down superiorly at him. "Now I'm going to take you into my torture chamber, slave!" she informed him, in a voice that made it all too evident that she was really relishing the idea of tormenting him. "Believe me, I wouldn't want to be in your place for anything!"

Arthur trembled noticeably as he listened to the threatening words, but she gave him no time to reply.

"Come along!" the comely dominatrix ordered. "You have to crawl, of course! Let's go!"

Yanking on the leash, she started leading him from the room. Shackled and wearing the shameful panties, Arthur felt a mixture of excitement and humiliation as she led him on all fours. Gazing at her pencil-thin spike heels, steeply arched feet, and shapely, nyloned calves, he was a willing prisoner.

Eleanor led him into the spare bedroom of her apartment, which had been set aside as a bondage studio. The room was done in black leather, and numerous bondage devices, some of them quite bizarre, were strung on hooks on two of the four walls. The third wall held an oversize mirror. Hooks and similar devices were attached to the ceiling. Arthur's eyes widened with surprise as he suddenly found himself in the strange and terrifying surroundings. Almost instinctively, he tried to pull back, but Eleanor gave him a firm yank on the leash and forced him into the room.

"Come in here, slave!" Eleanor demanded. The dominatrix picked up a three-foot slender switch and slashed it vigorously across his pantie-clad buttocks.

"Ow!" Arthur yelped with surprise and pain as the lithe switch cut smartly through the thin material of the panties.

"You'll get some more of that if you try to resist me!" Eleanor warned in a menacing voice. Yanking firmly on the leash, she pulled Arthur toward the middle of the room.

Cowering on all fours, Arthur took a quick look around the bizarre room to examine the various bondage devices that were on display. He realized that some of them might be employed on him that very evening and involuntarily shuddered as Eleanor closed the door to the torture room. They both knew that she could do anything she wanted to with him and that he would simply have to suffer the consequences. Her contemptuous, malevolent glare as she gazed down at him made it all too evident that she was going to enjoy making him suffer.

Eleanor walked over to a dresser and picked up a device that resembled a pear. It was in fact a chokepear, an efficient and extremely uncomfortable gagging device. The choke-pear consisted of two halves of solid rubber held together by a metal mechanism at the large end. The mechanism controlled a concealed inner spring which, when released, would force the two halves of the pear apart inside the wearer's mouth. The spring was quite powerful and could not be controlled by the victim.

"Open your mouth, slave!" Eleanor demanded, dangling the pear in front of his mouth.

"Please, don't!" Arthur pleaded in a hoarse voice.

Slash! Eleanor brought her switch down against his bare back with a nasty slash.

"Ow!" Arthur gasped as the switch cut into his flesh. Suspicious and reluctant but not re