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    Dear Paula,

    I've got to tell you about an experiance that happened to me just a few 
days ago.  I don't think I ever had quite such a thing happen to me before, 
but I really loved it, and you should give it a try too.

    I was at work, and it was around 11:00.  My phone rang, and it was Jeff, a 
friend who works in another department.  He's tall, darked hair guy, really 
good looking, and a lot of fun to be with.  He asked if I'd like to go to 
lunch with him.  I had brown bagged it, but figured why not, and said yes.

    At noon, he came by my desk, and we walked out together.  He offered to 
drive.  Since my car was low on gas, I aggreed.

    We got into his car, and I noticed he had a couple lengths of rope between 
the seats.  Stupidly, I asked him what they were for.  He picked them up and 
was about to throw them into the back, but stopped and asked if I really want 
to know.

    I said I did.  'Then let me show you'  he said, and wrapped his fingers 
around my wrists.  He crossed my right hand over my left, and wound a section 
of rope around my wrists.  He didn't pulled them too tight, but did place the 
knots ends where my fingers couldn't reach them.  He then told me that that's 
what they were for.  He started the car, and drove us to lunch.

    By the time we got there, I had managed to pull enough slack in the ropes 
to get my wrists free.  He seemed a little disappointed by that, but smiled 
and said he would have to try harder next time.  We went in and ate lunch.  We 
didn't say a word about ropes through lunch.

    After lunch, we got back into his car.  He said that he was to easy on me 
before, and asked if I wanted to try again.  I said why not.  This time, he 
pulled the ropes much tighter, and did the knots very tight so I couldn't move 
my hands at all.  He then took the other length of rope and tied my ankles 
together very tightly.  At first, I didn't like the idea of being totally 
helpless.  But it was broad daylight, so I felt safe.  I knew Jeff well enough 
to know he wouldn't do anything I didn't want him to.

    This time, I couldn't get free.  He really knew what he was doing.  But I 
felt something different.  Not only did I feel helpless, but I felt aroused.  
He could do whatever he wanted, and there wasn't much I could do about it.

    We talked as we drove.  I asked him if I was his damsel in distress, and 
he was taking me to his dungeon to work his pleasure on me.  He told me that 
wasn't such a bad idea.  At the moment, I didn't think it was a bad one 
myself.  I felt myself getting hot and excited.

    We got back to the office, and parked the car.  There was nobody around, 
and I thought he might make a move on me there, but he didn't.  He untied my 
wrists first, then my ankles.  This time, the red marks were much stronger, 
and I would have to cover them for a while.  We went in, and back to our 
seperate work areas.

    I thought about our lunch all afternoon.  There was something inside me, 
making me feel like I had discovered something new and exciting.  It drove me 
wild to think of what he could have done to me, if he wanted to.  Then, about 
4:00, my phone rang.

    It was Jeff, wanting to know if I wanted to go out with the gang after 
work and get a couple drinks.  At first, I wasn't sure, since I had a lot to 
do that night.  But then, I agreeded to.  I knew he was up to something, I 
didn't know what, but I wanted to find out.

    We met in the lobby after work.  He offered to drive, of course, and I 
said yes.  The bar wasn't far away, so I left my car on the lot.  We went to 
the bar, but he never tired a thing.  I knew he was up to something, but what.

    About an hour later, he asked me if we should get going.  I said yes, 
thinking maybe nothing was going to happen.  We went to his car, and took off.

    But we didn't drive far before he asked if I wanted to go somewhere else, 
just the two of us, and get a night cap.  I figured this might be his move, so 
I said yes.

    He then pulled the car over, and told me that I had to go there with my 
hands bound together.  Not knowing what he was up to, but wanting to find, I 
again agreed.  Without a word, he pulled my wrists behind my back and tied 
them very tightly with his rope.  Before, my hands had been tied in front of 
me.  This was different, and left me completly defenseless.  He also tied my 
ankles together so I couldn't do anything to stop him.

    Then he really surprised me.  He shoved a knotted cloth into my mouth and 
tied the ends behind my head.  The gag took away my last bit of defense.  He 
said that I had to keep quite durring the drive, and this was the best way to 
keep me from asking too many questions.  He then drove on.

    For a few minutes, he didn't do a thing to me.  I sat there, struggling 
and grunting, trying to get free.  It was dark out, so nobody could see me if 
they could.  But I also found myself getting horny.  Here this guy was driving 
to somewhere I didn't know, with me all tied and gag, unable to resist him.

    I then felt his hand on my leg.  I wore a short, red sweater dress that 
day, which showed off lots of leg.  He took advantage of that, and slowly 
moved his hand up my thigh.  I felt tingles go through my body as he moves his 
fingers to my crotch.

    At first, he rubbed his fingers over my pantyhose.  But then, he reached 
under them and started to finger my already wet pussy and clit.  Now I was 
really hot.  He didn't look at me or say a word as he just drove on and played 
with me.  I withered in the seat, moaning and groaning as he plunged his 
fingers into me, and rubbed my throbbing clit.  I came within a few minutes, 
loudly moaning into my gag.

    He pulled his hand out from under my dress and pulled in front of a 8 
family apartment building.  He untied the rope from around my ankles.  With my 
hands still bound, and my mouth gagged, he led me to the door.  I prayed no 
one would see us.

    We went to his apartment.  He led me in, pulled my dress up to may waist, 
seated me on the couch, and retied my ankles.  He pulled the gag out of my 
mouth, and asked me if this place was OK.  I said it was fine.  He made us a 
drink and put a straw in mine.  I had to bend down to drink from the straw, 
but I didn't mind.  I didn't mind the ropes around my wrists either.

    He again laid his hand on my legs, telling me how much he liked them, and 
how they drove him crazy.  I was getting hot again, but couldn't do a thing 
about it.  He played with me again until I was on fire with desire.

    He then placed me on the floor kneeling in front for him.  He asked if I 
liked to suck cock, and opened his pants to show me his member.  It was large, 
hard and throbbing.  I leaned forward and took it in, sucking and fucking it 
with my lips.  He leaned back and stroking my head and hair.  He moaned 
lightly, and moved his hips.  I moved faster, wanting him to shoot that load 
into me.  It wasn't long before he did, pumping his sweat, hot cum down my 
throut, and moaning loudly.

    When he was finished, he put his cock away, and carried me to the 
bedroom.  He untied me, and ordered me to strip off my cloths.  He said he 
wanted to know every inch of the body he had been dreaming about, and needed 
to see it for himself.

    When I was naked, He order me onto the bed, and procedded to tie me spread 
eagle to it with some soft rope.  This new rope felt very good against my 
skin, both soft and strong.  He then placed another gag into my mouth, so my 
last bit of resistance was gone.

    For the next hour, he sucked my tits, squeezed my nipples, fingered my 
pussy, and licked my clit into two more huge orgasms.  At last, he dropped his 
pants and rammed himself into my hungry pussy.  He fucked me hard and fast.  
My head was spinning as I moaned and groaned through my gagged mouth.  He shot 
another huge load into me, and I came again at the same time.

    He went soft, but he still wanted more of me.  He played with my tits 
until he was hard again.  He untied me, then retied me with my wrists to my 
ankles.  He stripped naked, removed the gag from my mouth, and crawled on top 
of me, shoving his hard rod into me.  This time, I could move with him, and 
partly wrap my body around him.

    It was a long time before he was ready to shoot again.  We were humping 
like crazy, with the sweat pouring from our bodies and our mouths pressing 
into one anothers.  At last, he grabbed my ass, rammed into me so hard he 
bottomed out, and shot another load deep into me.  By then, I was cumming 
myself, and almost passed out from the pleasure.

    After a few minutes, he got up and got dressed.  He united me, and watched
me get dressed.  After I was dressed, he stood up and took me in his arms.  He 
told me how much he had wanted me for so long.  I confessed my attractions for 
him.  We kissed so intense that my knees felt week.

    We then went out to the car, and he drove my back to mine.  I hungerly 
kissed him good night, and drove myself home.

    Well, that was two days ago.  I saw him yesterday, and he was friendly, as 
usual.  The word got around about him screwing me.  But just a few minutes 
ago, he called me and asked if I wanted a drink at his place tonight.  I 
accepted, of course.

    I'm going to run home at lunch and put on some sexy undies, garter belt 
and stockings for him.  Something tell me he'll like that.  I hope he'll be 
surprised.  I think it will add a new dimension to the game.

    I figure he's got a few more ideas to work on, so I plan on just enjoying 
it and let him do whatever he wants.  I figure I'll be all tied up and unable 
to stop him, which I don't plan on even thinking of.  To tell you the truth, 
my pussy's getting wet thinking about it already.

                               Friends forever,
                                     Ann.


    Dear Ann.

    I got your letter a few days ago.  I got horny just reading it.  It really 
sounded like a lot of fun, so I decided to take your advice and give a try for 
myself.  Jim was all for it too.  He always wanted to try it.

    That night, I went out to a hardware store and bought 200 feet of soft, 
silky feeling rope.  Jim cut it up into a bunch of different length sections 
and burned the ends to keep them from fraying.  That night, we tried it.

    I got to admit, our first try wasn't as good as you made it out to be. Jim 
tied me naked to the bed, with my legs spread apart.  My one hand was tied so 
tightly, that it cut off the circulation to my fingers.  My other was so loose 
that I could have pulled it free.

    Jim played with me and went down on me, sucked my clit, and fucked my like 
crazy.  But in the end, I didn't find it very exciting.  Jim shot off to easy, 
and I didn't have the orgasms like you did.  I fact, I didn't come at all.

    I concluded that most of the problem was with Jim.  He didn't know how to 
tie the ropes properly, he didn't tease me at all, or try to get me excited.  
Normally, I love sex with him.  But that night, he was so horny that all he 
wanted to do was get his load off.  He did admited that the bondage got him so 
excited, he couldn't control himself. But all in all, I was very dissapointed.

    But last night, that all changed.  Jim has a buddy named Rick. I found out 
later that Rick and his wife Laura are really into bondage and have practiced 
bondage for years.  They having accumulated a lot of toys along the way and 
have tried a lot of different things.

    Jim told Rick about our first try.  Rick offered to help out and coach Jim 
on some of the tectniques and finer points of the game.  Night before last, 
Jim went over to Ricks house, and they practiced on Laura for a few hours.

    At first, I was a little mad about it.  But Jim swears nothing happened.  
He said Laura was completely clothed the whole time, and all they did was tie 
her up several different ways and used a few of the different items they had.

    So I excepted what he said.  After all, he was doing it for me.  He was 
trying to learn more about something I really wanted to really experience.  I 
have to admit, I'm not really worried about what happened anymore.  I know Jim 
loves me, and wouldn't do anything to hurt our relationship.

    So, last night, we tried again.  This time, Jim was completely in control 
and knew exactly what he was going to do, what he was doing, what he wanted to 
do, and what I was to do.  He told me to put on the blue and black teddy he 
bought me last year on Valentine's day, with the black stockings that had a 
lace pattern running up the sides, and the blue and black high heels he bought 
me a few weeks ago.  The heels are five inches high and really look sexy.

    I waited for him in the living room, with a few candles lit for light.  He 
came in waring a very tight pair of black dress pants, and black dress 
shoes.  His chest was bare showing off his body.  You know how good of shape 
he's in.  He really looked sexy, with all his muscles showing.

    He carried a small black gym bag in his one hand.  I figured that was his 
tool kit, to say.  I was right, for it contained the ropes I bought earlier, 
plus some other items I'll discribe later.

    He sat next to me on the couch, and poured us a glass of white wine.  We 
toasted to a successful night.  He then asked me if I knew what was going to 
happen.  I said I had a good idea, but only he knew what the plan was.

    I drank a couple of glasses of wine.  Jim later told me that the wine was 
to help me relax.  We kissed a few times, but when I went for his crotch, he 
moved my hand away.  He said I would have that later, if he would allow it.

    He then said it was time to begin.  He took the wine glass from my hand, 
and opened his bag.  He pulled out a length of rope, and tied my hands behind 
my back, with the palms of my hands together.  His practicing was working, for 
the ropes were tight enough to hold my hands firmly without cutting off the 
blood flow.  All the knots and rope ends were well out of reach.

    He pulled out another length of rope and tied my legs together at the 
ankles.  I watched as he wound the rope around, looping my heels, then circle 
it around the middle and pulled it tight. He called it cinching the ropes, and 
said it was the same as he had done to my wrists.  Again, the ropes were snug.

    He positioned me on the couch so I had my back in the corner and my legs 
were stretched out across the couch.  He then pulled a black cloth from the 
bag and showed it to me.  He said that he didn't want to hear any complaints, 
and this was the best way to restrict that.  He placed the cloth between my 
lips and tied the ends behind my head.  The gag didn't completely silence me, 
but it seemed to remove the last bit of resistance I had left.  There was no 
way to withstand anything he wanted or did.

    He stood and watched me for a few minutes.  He told me that I could 
struggle if I wanted, but it wouldn't do any good.  He was right.  I tried to 
free myself, but couldn't budge.  He had learned a lot in a few days, at my 
expense.  But I found it erotic, and I was getting excited.  I thought of you, 
and thought to myself if this was the same feeling you were having that night.

    He sat next to me and started to play with my legs.  He always has told me 
how much he liked my legs, and my body in general.  He especially liked it 
when I would dress up for him in sexy lingerie.  I like to do it for him, and 
for me too.  You know how much I like to ware it, and his reaction when I do.

    I was getting horny.  Jim was running his hands over my legs and thighs.  
I wanted him and it was driving me wild that I couldn't get to him. I squirmed 
on the couch with desire.  But it didn't effect him. He just laughed a little, 
and told me the dirty little things he could be doing to me, if he wanted.

    He then said that if I was a good girl and sucked him off well, He might 
consider giving me some relief.  He also told me that if I didn't, he would 
tease me for hours and never let me climax.  I nodded my head in agreement.

    He placed me on the floor in front of him and stood before me.  The bulge 
in his pants was bigger that I even seen it before.  He rubbed it with his 
hands, telling me again that I better do a good job.

    By now I was moaning and groaning for it.  He knew I wanted it so bad.  He 
slowly pulled his zipper down and opened his pants.  His member popped out.  I 
never saw it so big before, it was actually throbing.

    He slowly stroked it with one hand.  I cried aloud, telling him as best I 
could to give it to me.  He rubbed it over my gagged lips, which really drove 
me nuts.  Gag or not, I tried to take it in.

    He pulled the gag from my mouth and shoved his cock into me.  I hungrly 
started to pump it.  I wanted him, and was determined to get him to come in 
me, wether it was my mouth, or my cunt.

    He pulled it out and smacked it across me check, telling me to do better 
than that.  He reinserted, and I went wild again.  Again he cracked his cock 
whip, and told me that if I didn't try harder, I wouldn't have it again for 
hours.  He reinserted, and I pumped it with my lips.

    This time, he didn't pull out.  He stood with his hands on his hips and 
let me do my job.  I wanted my hands free to touch him and pull him in to me.  
But I didn't, for the ropes were still upon me wrists.

    I worked for several minutes, never once slowing.  He started to moan, 
like he does before he's ready to shoot.  I pulled him in as far as I could, 
and got ready.  When he did shoot, he pumped what seemed to be a gallon into 
me.  I somehow took every drop before he finally stopped.

    We were both breathing hard.  He pulled his softening cock back into his 
pants and zipped it up.  He sat me on the couch and gave me a drink of wine.  
Before I could say a word, the gag was back in my mouth.

    He then wound a rope around my waist, and ran the ends between my legs and 
back to my wrists, pulling the rope very tight.  He then made my lay down on 
the couch, face down and bent my legs at the knees.  He then tied another rope 
from my hands to my ankles.

    He said that I did a fair job on him, but I could have done better.  
Because of my work, I would have to remain what he called hog-tied like this 
for a while.  I was really going crazy now.  That was probely one of my best 
blow-job I've ever given.  But his plan was to let me get riled up, and let 
something strange happen.

    Tied like I was, whenever I moved my arms, hands, legs, or my body twisted 
or turned in any way, the rope between my legs moved about.  Every time I 
moved, the tight rope rubbed against my clit, exciting it.

    Within a couple of minutes, I found myself struggling as much as I could.  
Partly it was because I wanted to get free.  But mostly it was because the 
ropes all felt so good, and I was getting closer and closer to a climex.

    Jim sat and watch me squirm, sipping on a glass of wine.  He knew what was 
going on, and was just waiting for it to happen.  He told me later that he 
really liked watching me struggle, that it was a real turn on.

    Well, his ideas were working.  After fifteen minutes, I was just about to 
come.  My body was twisting and turning like a roped bull at a rodeo.  For 
several minutes, I was on the edge of coming, but couldn't get off.  At last, 
I got a pattern going of leg and body movments.

    When I came, my whole body quivered and squirmed, which made the ropes 
tickle my clit even more into a longer orgasm.  I never felt anything like it 
before.  It was so strange and intense.

    After I had finished, he came over to me and untied the ropes that held my 
legs to my wrists.  He then untied the ropes from my ankles, and picked me 
up.  He carried me to the bedroom, when the stage was set for the next scene.

    Jim had bought a set of bright red satin sheets, and put them on the bed.  
Again the room was lit only with candles.  He laid be on the bed and untied 
the ropes that were still on me.  He left me gag, and never spokes a word.

    My tied my left wrist to the base of post, and did the same with my right 
wrist.  Our bed lends itself well to this, since it's a four poster. He slowly 
pulled my wet panties off me and smelled them. He said something to the effect 
of how sweet they smelled.

    He then spread my legs, gently pulled me down so my body was tense, and 
tied each of them to oppisite posts.  I remembered in your letter about being 
tied like this.  I was getting hot all over again.

    I thought it was strange when he lopped the rope around my heels.  He told 
me later that he wanted them to remaine on my feet so I would look my best 
and didn't want me to loose them in all the excitement.

    He went right to work.  He sat on the bed and told me he would not come 
again until I had three more orgasms.  At the time, I didn't think he could 
make me come four times total, and that I wouldn't be able to do it.  The most 
we had done was three in one night, but since he was going to try, so would I.

    He started by slowly running his hands over my body.  He left no place 
untouched.  When he got to my chest, he pulled the teddy away and pulled my 
breasts free.  My nipples were hard with excitment.  He played with them for a 
long time, holding, rubbing, squizing them.  I was squirming with desire by 
now, wanting him like never before.

    His fingers made their way down to my wet pussy.  He teased me for a 
while, playing with me, teasing my clit.  At last, he stopped playing and 
plunged two fingers into me.  At the same time, he bent down and sucked on my 
nipple.  With his fingers pumping in and out, and his hot mouth tormenting my 
breasts, I came quickly and intensly.

    I must have come for a minute before I relaxed and my breathing became 
normal again.  That was the first of three.  I wondered what he had in store 
for me next.  I didn't have to wait long.

    He opened his little bag again and pulled out a long white thing.  It took 
me a minute to realize that it was a vibrator.  He turned it on and showed it 
to me.  It was bigger that any I've used before.

    He teased me with it, running it over my ribs, my legs, my checks.  At 
last, he moved it down to my clit.  It was running slowly, and felt like a 
tongue flicking over and over my excited spot.

    I was soon building up for another orgasm.  He knew it and speeded it up.  
I was thrashing on the bed, with my ass rubbing into the soft sheets.  He then 
plunged it into me and turned it on full.

    I was really going wild now.  How could I not be?  My body was naked and 
tightly tied to a satin covered bed.  My mouth was well gagged.  My pussy was 
drenched and my clit was throbing.  To top it all off, my lover was plunging a 
vibrator in and out of me.

    With my ass thrashing around, my limbs pulling on the ropes, and my mouth 
making all sorts of muffled sound, I came again, coming harder that I did a 
few minutes earlier.  Jim pushed the dildo in deep, making me come even more.

    I must have come for a couple of minutes before it was over.  Jim pulled 
the thing out of me and put it a way.  I just laid limp on the bed, unaware of 
what was to come next.  He untied my ankles from the posts. I thought he might 
do the same with my wrist, but he didn't.

    Instead, he pulled a broom handle out from under the bed.  With my legs 
spread apart, he tied the poll to my feet. He actualy used my shoes to tie me. 
He laid the poll on the inside arch of my heels, then wound rope over my feet, 
and around my heels and ankles and the poll.  It was ingenious, for the poll 
was not on my legs at all.  I couldn't remove my shoes from my feet, and if I 
stood, the poll would be under me, yet still keeping my legs apart.

    The final step, he tied a rope to the center of the poll.  I wondered what 
he was up to, but his next move really surprised me. He pulled my legs up into 
the air and tied the rope to headboard.  My heels were now point up toward the 
ceiling and spread apart.  My ass and pussy were now wide open to whatever he 
wanted to do.

    He knelt on the bed down by me ass.  His hands went to work on me, running 
up and down my legs, from my hips to my ankles.  It was really strange, but 
with the way I was helpless and defencless, I still found myself getting all 
hot and horny again.

    He moved down to me pussy, and burried his face in it.  His tongue probed 
my tunnel, licked my clit and generally got me going.  His hands were firmly 
on my hips, pulling himself in deeper.  Within a few minutes, I was rolling my 
ass around, and getting closer and closer to another climax.

    I came about ten minutes later, when he finally let me.  When ever I got 
close, Jim would slow down, or just lick the inside of my thighs. But finally, 
after I pleaded as much as I could through my gag, he plunged in and let me 
come.  It was the best yet.  I felt it from my fingers to my toes.

    He did it.  That was the third of the three orgasms he promised me, and my 
fourth one of the night.  He let my legs down, and untied them from the poll, 
and retied my ankles to the posts.  I was limp, yet exhilerated, and it still 
wasn't over.

    He slowly pulled off his cloths to reveling his massive hardon.  I was 
exhausted, but I still got excited when I saw it.  It seemed even bigger than 
before.  He slowly stoked it as he moved on top of me.

    He rubbed it against my clit.  I made a deep sighed as he teased me with 
it. It didn't take long before I felt it slide inside my pussy, filling me up. 
He slowly fucked me, taking slow, long stroked.  My head was spinning.  I 
remember moving with him.  He was so good, and it felt so wonderful.

    When Jim shot another huge load into me, I sighed with content.  It wasn't 
the best fuck we ever had, but it was the perfect cap for a wonderful night.  
I was too tired to respond much, but I still enjoyed it.  After he stopped 
coming, he pulled the gag from my mouth and kissed me deeply for several 
minutes before pulling out and untieing me.

    I removed my heels and stripped off the rest of my clothing.  We cuddled 
in the soft sheets naked, kissing each other passionately for half and hour 
before we fell asleep in one another arms.

    Well, that's it.  I must thank you for suggesting we try it.  It was the 
best experience I ever had.  Jim has told me he still has more ideas and plans 
for another time.  I can hardly wait.

    Call or write me and tell me what happened between you and Jeff the other 
night.  I hope it's another good one.  Maybe I'll have another story to tell 
you too.  I really hope to.

                               Friends forever,
                                    Paula.



    Dear Paula.

    Well, it's Monday morning.  I just spent the entire weekend with Jeff.  To 
be honest, I didn't have a choice.  Let me tell you all the dirty little 
details.

    We meet in the lobby after work.  He suggested that I drop off my car a 
home, and he would drive us.  He followed me home, and I got into his car.  He 
then told me he had a surprise for me.  He said that a friend of his has a 
place up north, a lake cottage, and we could use it for the weekend, if I 
wanted to spend the weekend with him.

    I thought about it for a minute, then decided what the heck.  Jeff's a 
nice guy and great in the sack.  Besides, I wanted to see what he was up to. I 
accepted, and we went in to pack me a bag.

    I filled a small suitcase with some stuff.  He told me to bring along a 
swimsuit, shorts, blue jeans, and a simple skirt.  I took my jean miniskirt, 
and the other item I would need for the weekend.  I also took another teddy, 
for our evenings together.

    As we packed my bag, I asked him if I was going to be his captive slave 
for the weekend.  He replied that I would be more like his love slave, and I 
would have some freedoms, but I was there to serve him.  The idea excited me.  
For the entire weekend, he would do whatever he wanted to me, however he 
wanted, and whenever he wanted.  If he did half the things to me he did the 
other night, it was going to be a great weekend.

    We put my bag in his car, and headed for the highway.  I would be a few 
hours trip, so we stopped and got a bite to eat at a roadside restaurant.

    After dinner, we got in the car, and he told me the rest of the trip I 
would have to be bound and gagged.  I figured, why not, and said alright.

    Again, my hands were tied very tightly behind my back, my ankles ropes 
together, and a gag was inserted into my mouth.  I'm glad it was dark out.  I 
didn't want anyone to see me like this. We drove on for another two hours like 
this.  He told me some of the things he was going to do with me this weekend.  
I was getting really horny.  I squirmed around in my ropes, with my legs 
rubbing together.

    He could sense how hot I was.  I was still waring my skirt and blouse from 
work.  He placed his hand on my legs, and slowly started to work up my thigh.  
I was tingling all over and opened my legs in anticipation.  I knew he was 
going to make me come.

    He was really surprised when he found I was waring stocking instead of 
pantyhose.  He pulled up my skirt and looked.  I was pleased with myself for 
doing it.  He told me how happy he was that he found a girl that like these 
things.  I don't ware them too often, but I think I will going to more often.

    He moved up to my wet panties, and rubbed his finger over my crotch.  I 
closed my eyes and let him do his work on me.   He caressed my panties for 
several minutes.  I let out a soft moan, hoping he would do more.

    He then reached inside, and slowly stroked my clit.  It was throbbing, and 
my juices were flowing like wild.  He would push a finger into me and slowly 
fuck me with it.

    He kept me going for a long time.  I was so close to coming, but he 
wouldn't let me. I squirmed around and pleaded through my gag to let me come.  
He just drove on, with a small smile on his face.  Things were going according 
to his plan.

    After about a half hour of this, he finally plunged a finger into me, and 
rubbed my clit with another.  I came in a moment, my whole body trembling.  I 
remember moaning really loud.  I never been kept from coming like this, and it 
made my climax more intense.  What a great start to the weekend.  I sat in the 
set limp for the rest of the drive.

    We pulled off the highway, and drove on some back roads for about a half 
hour.  After that, we pulled down a long, dark dirt road, lined with tall pine 
and maple trees.  At last, we pulled up to the cottage.

    It was a small place, what Jeff called an A-frame.  He untied the ropes 
around me, and pulled out my gag.  We unloaded our stuff and went in.  It was 
just like I thought.

    It was an older place, but still really nice.  There was one bedroom and a 
loft for sleeping in, a large living room, a full bath and a pleasant kitchen. 
It was furnished with old solid wood and over stuffed furniture.  It had a 
great view of a small lake bay, but I couldn't see it since it was dark out.

    I unpacked my things as Jeff started a fire it the wood burning stove.  
Soon the place was nice and warm, with a great smoky smell to it.  Now that we 
were all settled in, we got down to business.

    He got his bag of tricks out and ordered me to remove my blouse and skirt. 
I did as he commanded as he turned down the lights.  I stood before him just 
waring my undies, stocking and heels.  I was all in white, and he commented 
that he liked how I looked.

    He asked me if I knew what I was to do.  I said my duty was to serve him 
in whatever way he wanted me to.  He was pleased with that, and told me slaves 
were meant to be bound and gagged.  With that, he pulled some rope out and 
bound my wrist behind my back.  Another rope was tied above my knees so that I 
could move about, but I was hobbled.  A knotted cloth gag was placed in my 
mouth to keep me from talking out of turn.

    He sat in a chair and watched me.  I knew he wanted me to struggle and put 
on a show for him.  I slowly turned around, showing off my body to him, as I 
tried to free myself from the rope.  As I moved, my heels clicked and slid 
across the wood floor.  I was getting turned on by this, and so was he.

    After a few minutes, he ordered me to kneel in front of him.  I did as he 
said, though it was hard to get on my knees without the use of me hands.  I 
looked at the bulge in his pants and knew what he wanted.  He told me that 
this was my place, and I better remember it.  I nodded my head, waiting for 
him to open in pants and let me suck him off.

    He opened his zipper very slowly and pulled out his hard cock.  I looked 
at it throb as he held it before me.  He told me that he want me to do it 
slowly, that he wanted to feel my lips over every inch of him.  That if it 
took half an hour to bring him off, than that was what I was to do.  He pulled 
the gag down from my lips, and let me suck it.

    At last, I took his hard cock between my lips and proceeded to give him 
the best blow job I ever gave.  I went really slow, lightly sucking on it, or 
licking the tip of it with my tongue.  He played with my hair, and moaned 
softly from time to time.  This was a real turn on for me as much as it was 
for him.  I never gave someone head like this before, but I could see the 
effect on him.  He loved every sweet moment of it, and so did I.

    It took some time, but he was just about to shoot his load.  I took him in 
all the way and let his load of cum shoot into my mouth.  He pumped gallons 
into me, but I somehow took every drop. Even after he stopped shooting, he was 
still hard as he was before.

    He told me I had done well, and I would be rewarded for my service.  I was 
led to the bedroom.  There, he untied me and removed my bra and panties.  He 
walked around me for a moment, touching and feeling me where he wanted. I was 
being inspected.  He told me how much he liked my body, how it pleased him. He 
then took me in his arms and kissed me passionately. He thenb placed me on the 
bed, removed his cloths and made passionate love to me.  He ate my pussy and 
slowly fucked me twice, bringing me to several orgasms before we both fell 
asleep, his cock still inside me.

    The next morning, we awoke and fooled around again.  He placed me on my 
hand and knees and plowed my pussy good.  What a way to wake up.

    We made breakfast, and cleaned up afterwards.  It was warm and sunny out, 
so we decided to spend the day in the sun.

    The lake was beautiful, and the water warm.  The front of the property was 
all soft sand.  I put on my string bikini, and we went for a swim.  Jeff wore 
these tiny bikini swimsuit that made his front bulge.

    After a swim, we laid in the warm sun.  I was in a chase lawn chair, laid 
back, soaking in the sun, sipping on a soda.  After a while, Jeff went into 
the cottage and got something.  When he came back, he said he had caught his 
lazy slave, and that I needed to be punished.  I played along and pretended 
like I was caught in the act and begging for his mercy.

    He wouldn't hear it.  He grabbed my wrists and tied them together tightly. 
He did the same with my ankles.  He shoved a gag into my mouth and told me 
that I was going to be punished for being a bad slave.

    He rolled me over on to my chest, with my arms above my head.  He tied a 
rope to my wrists, then pulled them over me so my elbows were pointing in 
front of me and my wrists were behind my head.  He bent my legs at the knees 
and tied the other end of the rope to my ankles.  It was a variation of a 
hog-tie, and it worked very well. I could squirm, but not free myself from it.

    He left me like this for a few moments.  I struggled as best I could, but 
couldn't get free for my life.  He said I wouldn't get free, that he was too 
good with rope to let that happen.  He then spanked me on my ass a few times, 
just hard enough to sting.  He was punishing me, and I loved it.

    Now that I was disciplined, he said I needed to be tormented and teased.  
He untied me and rolled me over onto me back.  He grabbed my left wrist and 
tied it to the top of the chair.  My right wrist received the same.  He then 
spread my legs and tied them to the end of the chair.

    He left me like this for a few minutes.  I struggled against the tight 
ropes, trying to get free.  He laughed at me as I did.  He then came back over 
and told me I needed to be humiliated.  If I was going to lay in the sun, then 
I should be totally exposed to it. With that, he untied tht bikini strings and 
pulled my suit off.  I was now completely naked and tied to the chase chair.

    He left me alone for a few minutes.  I was really getting turned on by 
this.  Here I was, stripped naked, tied up so I couldn't cover myself, gagged, 
and helpless.  In one way, I hoped nobody would come by on a boat and get a 
look at me.  On the other hand, I almost hoped someone would.  I felt so sexy 
that I wanted everyone to see.

    He came back out a few minutes later with a cup in his hand and a bag in 
the other.  He pulled up a chair next to me and sat down.  His hands played 
with my tits, and he plunged a finger into my pussy.  I almost came, except he 
wouldn't let me. For several minutes, he played with me, telling me I didn't 
deserve to come.  He drove me wild, so much so I almost tipped over the chair.

    A last, he rubbed my clit and fucked me with his finger.  His hands can do 
magic, because I came really hard, screaming into my gag as I did.  He said to 
scream as loud as I wanted, nobody would hear.

    When I was finished, he let me lay for a moment before he tormented me 
again.  He said it was hot, and that I needed to be cooled off.  He put his 
hand into the cup, drew out an ice cube and placed it between my tits.  It was 
really wild, the cold shot through my body, giving me a real rush.  He took 
another in his other hand and held one to each of my breasts.  They got hard 
really fast.

    He then would take them off and suck on my nipples for a moment, then put 
them back on.  He did this for a few minutes before placing a small cube on my 
clit.  That really drove me wild.  At last, he placed a smooth cube into my 
pussy.  The cool water trickled out of me as my hot pussy melted it.  It was 
really wild.  I was hot and horny all over again.

    He then pulled something from the bag.  I was shaped like a mans cock, 
only longer and thicker.  Jeff showed it to me and said that this would teach 
me a lesion.  He slowly shoved it into me pussy.  I filled me up like nothing 
ever did before.  He then fucked me with it using long, slow strokes.

    He slowly moved it faster and faster. I was building up to another orgasm. 
Suddenly, the thing started to buzz inside me. It was a vibrator, and Jeff was 
turning it up.  It didn't take much after that for bring me off.  I thrashed 
around on the chair until my muscles tensed up and I came.

    He then pushed the thing all the way in and turned it up. He left it there 
and told me he might take in out in an hour or so.  He pulled my chair into 
the shade and left me there while he took a swim in the lake.  I laid there, 
pulling against the ropes, while this thing brought me off again and again.  
Jeff came over to me from time to time, but did nothing but readjust a rope or 
push the dildo in again.

    At last, he returned and looked down on me.  He asked if I had enough yet 
and removed the thing from my pussy.  Even after all the orgasms, I was still 
horny.  I wanted the real thing now, I wanted his cock.

    I think he wanted to fuck me too, but he made both of us wait.  He untied 
me from the chair but retied my hands in front of me.  He then took me over to 
a patch of trees.

    He hooked my wrists on a branch just above my head and tied it in place.  
With my back to the smooth trunk, he tied my ankles together, then around the 
base of the tree. He then wrapped lots of rope around me and the tree, pinning 
me to it.  I had rope above and below my chest, around my waist, my arms, my 
hips, my thighs and my knees.  When he was finished, I couldn't move a muscle. 
I felt like an Indian captive, tied to the totem poll.

    The cloth gag was removed from my mouth.  He gave me a drink of water to 
quench my thirst.  He then produced a new kind of gag.  It was a bright shinny 
red ball, with a rope running through it. He called it a ball gag, and ordered 
me to open wide.  He shoved the ball between my lips and tied the rope around 
my head.  The thing kept my jaws pried apart and kept me silenced.

    Jeff stood in front of me and watch me struggle as much as I could, which 
wasn't much at all.  I could turn my head and wiggle my fingers and toes, but 
that was it.  I could tell he was pleased with his work.  He smiled at my 
immobility and my futile efforts for freedom.

    He told me I might have to stay like this for the rest of the afternoon.  
I wondered if he could hold out that long.  If was half as horny as I was, 
he'd never make it.  He walked away, put on a dark pair of sunglasses, and 
laid down in the sun.

    For at least two hours, I was like this.  I had a view of the lake, and I 
watched the boats on the water.  One of them came by us.  I saw two couples on 
the deck, one woman pointing at us.  After a minute, someone came on desk with 
a pair of binoculars.  They all took a look at me tied naked to the tree. They 
must have thought something was wrong, for the waved their arms to get my 
attention. I shook me head, then turned away as to say nothing was wrong. They 
then gave a thumbs up, to which I nodded my head.  They got the hint.  They 
looked on for some time before leaving.  I don't know if Jeff saw them, but if 
he did, he didn't care.  I found it quite stimulating and arousing.  I think 
they did to, for they all went below deck as they left.

    After the two hours were over, Jeff came back to me and played with my 
nipples. They got hard at his touch, and I felt myself getting wet again. Jeff 
removed my gag and kissed me hard before untying most of my ropes except for 
my wrists.  With them still tied together and to the tree, I wondered what he 
had instore next.

    He played with my clit for a moment, getting me really hot. He then pulled 
off his swimsuit, exposing his raging hardon. He then reached down, grabbed my 
legs at the back of the knees, lifted my feet of the ground so I was hanging 
my my wrists, and rammed his cock into me.

    It was wild.  I was hanging by my wrists, he was holding on to my legs and 
had them wrapped around him, his cock was pumping in and out of me.  I wrapped 
me legs around him to hold myself.  He released my legs, and grabbed on to my 
ass.  In this position, the pressure was off my arms, so I could wiggle my ass 
around in his hands as he pumped into my hot box. I came within a few minutes. 
Jeff came a minute latter, thrusting into me really hard and pumping his hot 
cum deep into my cunt.

    He pulled out, letting my legs down again.  He then untied my wrists and 
took me into the lake.  We went skinny dipping together in the warm water.  He 
took me in his arms again, and we screwed in the water.  I floated on my back 
as he pushed and pulled me over his cock.

    I didn't come again, but who cares.  I came so many time that afternoon, I 
don't thing I could have again.  When Jeff shot another load, I seemed to be 
as big at the first.  I never seen a man come so much, so many time in one day 
as he could.

    We got out and dried off.  We were both tired, so we decided to catch a 
nap.  We laid naked on the bed together, sleeping in one another arms.

    After we woke up, we made dinner and cleaned up.  Jeff wanted to take me 
into town that night and do a little drinking and dancing.

    I put on the satin teddy I had packed.  I thought he would get turned on 
knowing I was waring it while we were out. I then put on my miniskirt, a low 
cut blouse, stockings and my white high heels.

    We drove into town and went to a bar called the Greentree.  By our 
standards, it was a dive.  But it was the one place in town that young people 
went to that resembled a real night club.  There were a few red-necks in the 
place, but for the most part, there were people our age.  A lot of eyes fell 
on us as we came in.  They could tell, we weren't locals.

    We got a small table in the corner near the dance floor.  The music wasn't 
the best, but we could dance to it.  Jeff's a good dancer, and you know how I 
like to dance.  We did a few slow numbers together.

    Jeff went up to the bar to get us a drink.  One of the locals made a bee 
line towards me.  I guess he figured this was his chance.  I decided to have a 
little fun with him and hiked my skirt up my thighs, so the garter straps were 
just visible at the top of my stockings.

    He came over, beer in hand, flannel shirt and pot belly.  He really 
thought he was hot shit.  He almost freaked when he looked down at my legs and 
saw the stockings.  He asked if I wanted a drink.  I said I had one coming, 
speaking really cold.  Jeff was standing at the bar looking on.  I flashed him 
a look like I'm OK, just having a little fun.  He caught it, but was ready to 
jump in if I needed him.

    He said something like I was really a fine looking lady, still staring at 
my legs.  I said I would consider it a complement, if the source was better.  
He wasn't to pleased, but didn't know what to say next.

    He then was so bold as to ask what Jeff had that he didn't.  I said looks, 
talent, brains, money, personality and a large cock that he knew how to use.  
The red-neck looked at me like I was crazy.  I then laughed a little, making 
him real uncomfortable, and told him it had been a pleasure.  He stalked off, 
mumbling something about me being a bitch.

    Jeff came back and asked if everything was alright.  He knew it was, for I 
had a case of the giggles for the moment and couldn't stop.  For the rest of 
the time we were there, I clung to Jeff.  He didn't seem to mind one bit.

    We went back to the cottage around midnight.  Jeff went to the bathroom 
for a few minutes, so I had my chance.  I rummaged through his little bag of 
tricks and found the perfect items, two pairs of bright shinny handcuffs and 
the red ball gag.  I turned the lights down and stripped off my blouse and 
skirt.  I shoved the ball into my mouth and tied the ends behind my head.  I 
laid down on the couch and locked my ankles into a pair of handcuffs. I rolled 
over onto my stomach and locked my wrists behind my back with the other pair.

    I just finished in time.  I had just locked my wrists in place when I 
heard his footsteps coming back.  He entered the room and received quite a 
shock.  He stood in the doorway for a moment, looking me over.  I squirmed on 
the couch, wiggling my ass like I was in heat, making soft moaning sounds 
through my gag.  I was making love to my bonds.  He came over to me and sat 
next to me, slowly caressed my body, telling me how much he liked it.  He said 
that I seemed to be learning my place as a slave, in chains and sexy clothing.

    He teased me for an hour, pulling my panties down and playing my wet pussy 
and clit.  He caressed my ass, telling me how much he liked it.  He described 
in great detail, tell me all the parts of it he liked.

    Just when I could stand it no longer, he climbed on top of me, and buried 
his face in my crotch, only from behind.  His face was buried in my ass, his 
hot breath on my skin, his tongue licking my clit and thrusting into my cunt.  
I was so excited by know, that I came within a minute, moaning into my gag.  I 
felt wonder, being deprived for so long, then getting exactly what I needed.

    When I finished coming, he dropped his pants and rammed his cock into my 
wet tunnel, burying his hardon deep inside me.  Waisting no time, he started 
pumping me, his cock penetrating deeper and deeper each time. I arched my back 
to get him in further.  He humped like mad, his hips crushing into my behind.

    At last, he made a moan and shot another load of come into me.  His hot 
sperm rushing inside me triggered another climax in me.  Our moans mixed 
together, only mine was muffled.  He came so much, pumping my cunt filled.

    When he had finished, he moved off me and pulled up his pants.  He said 
that I had been a good slave today, and that he would allow me to sleep with 
him tonight.  I kinda wished her would have left me there, chained up and 
gagged for the night, then return later and screw me again.  But sleeping with 
him was just as good.  We got into bed, naked of course, and fell asleep.

    The next morning, I woke up before him.  He was on his back, a lump in the 
sheets from his hardon.  I slowly pulled the sheet down and moved my face to 
his cock.  I woke him up a few minutes later, my lips wrapped around his head, 
sucking and pumping it like a good girl.

    It took a while, but soon he was moaning a little, getting ready to shot 
his wad.  Now it was my turn to tease him. I slowed down, taking his cock from 
my mouth and licking it.  When his orgasm subsided, I took it back in, built 
him up again, then took it out once more.  I did this five times before I let 
him release his load.  I let it spray out of his cock, shooting all over his 
belly and balls.  I watched it shoot out, amazed at how much he could come at 
one time.  I rubbed it over his body, my hands covered with it.

    When he at last stopped, I kissed him good morning and got out of bed.  We 
made breakfast, cleaned up and took showers.  All that time, he didn't say a 
word about my blow job.  I wondered if did something wrong.

    Before noon, he instructed me to go put on a garter belt, stockings and 
high heels, and to meet him up in the loft.  I went to the bedroom as told got 
ready per his instruction, put on a robe and went to the loft.

    When I got to the top of the steps, his eyes fell on me. His look was very 
stern, very strict.  He wasn't mad or anything, just determined.  He ordered 
my to remove my robe and come to him.  I dropped the wrap and slowly walked up 
to him, my head bowed.  I didn't say a word.  I knew I was in for it.

    I was moved under a wooden beam that hung low in the middle of the loft.  
It wasn't for support or anything, but was hung there at a particular height.

    My wrists were wrapped in black leather wrist cuffs, as he called them. My 
right hand raised up to the beam.  To my surprise, there was an eyeloop bolted 
into it.  To this my wrist was locked with a small brass padlock.  My other 
hand was lifted and locked to another eyeloop, about three feet from the 
other.  My hands were now firmly anchored to the rafter.

    He then placed more leather cuffs on my ankles, but these were locked to 
one another, holding my legs together.  He took a leather sharp like thing and 
moved it toward my mouth.  It had a pouch in the middle of it.  The pouch was 
shoved between my lips, and the straps buckled behind my head.

    Lastly, he picked up another leather cuff, only this one was a collar.  He 
wrapped it around my neck, buckling in tight. I knew it was meant to be a 
slave collar.  It wasn't to tight to cut off my throat, just nice and snug.

    Now that I was secure, he walked about me, reviewing me like a subject.  I 
struggled in my shackles, groaning softly through my gag.  The was I was tied 
allowed my to squirm around alot, wiggling my ass for him to view.  He wanted 
me to do, squirm around in my bonds.

    He then stood before me and told me what was happening.  He said that even 
though I was a good girl this morning, giving his cock a nice blow job, I 
still was in trouble.  First, I had woke him up.  Second, I teased him rather 
than giving him pleasure.  Third, I didn't drink his come.  And fourthly, I 
let his come spray all over himself, then rubbed it over him.

    I knew he wasn't really serious about all this.  I knew he loved every 
minute of it this morning.  But he was using it as an excuse to punish me 
again.  If his punishment was like yesterdays, I'd have to do it more often.

    He then sentenced my to the rest of the afternoon in bondage.  He said 
that if I was going to tease him, even the slightest bit, I would have to pay 
the price for it and be shown what real teasing was.

    Already I was getting hot.  Just being with him like this, naked, all tied 
up and gagged, would make anyone horny.  I squirmed even more, moaning softly 
to him, trying to tell him how much I wanted him.

    He said first the punishment, then the lesson.  He walked behind me and 
began to caress me ass.  His touch raced through my senses.  Then, without 
warning, he slapped his hand across my ass. It made a loud swat. I jumped and 
let out a small grunt when he hit.  It didn't hurt, just surprised me and 
stung a little.  Again he caressed it, then spanked me again.

    He did this for quite some time, rubbing or squeezing or caressing my ass, 
then slapping it without warning.  He pinched it a couple of times too, or 
spanked it two or three times in a row.  Each check received it.  Not knowing 
when he was going to do it drove me wild, and made me jump and groan each time 
he did.  The whole time, my desire built higher and higher, making me squirm 
even more.

    He said something about making my ass burn and red, but he didn't mean it. 
He was hitting it just enough to let me know it was a spank, not a beating. I 
really found it exciting and stimulating.

    When he finally finished, he bent down and kissed each one of my checks.  
He moved in front of me and began to fondle me breasts.  My nipples were so 
hard, I thought they were going to explode.

    Then. without warning, he turned and went down the steps.  I groaned to
him through my gag.  I pleaded with him not to leave me like this, all hot and 
helpless.  But he was unmoved, not even looking back as he went out of sight.

    I continued to squirm in my shackles.  I couldn't help it, I was so horny, 
I was even moaning with eroticism.  What a cruel yet deliciously wonderful way 
to punish me.  To get me so excited, then leave me to squirm in it, unable to 
do anything about it was brilliant.  Nothing could possibly be worse.

    I don't know how long he left me like this.  I felt like hours before he 
returned.  He released my hands from the rafters.  I wanted to go for his 
cock, but never got the chance.  He pulled my hands behind my back and locked 
the cuffs together.

    Mike set me on my knees on a small pad.  Without fanfare, he opened his 
pants, pulled his rod out, yanked my gag down and shoved his hard rod into my 
mouth.  I hungrily took it, sucking on it hard.  Mike told me to do it right 
this time, or my sentence would be a lot longer.  He moved his hips back and 
forth, fucking my mouth with it.  I wanted it so bad.  I thought if I did it 
right this time, he would then take care of my needs.

    Soon, the only thought I had was to make his cock shoot his come into me 
and swallow every sweet drop.  He moaned as he pumped my face, holding my head 
with both hands, thrusting his tool deep into my throat.

    Then, I knew he was about to come, for he moaned and pulled my head down 
over his dick.  He exploded with a load of jism, pumping it into me. At first, 
I didn't have to swallow, it just slid right down.  As it lessened, I sucked it 
out of him, drinking it down until there was no more.  After he stopped, I 
licked it clean, getting every drop from him I could.

    Even before he put his cock away, the gag was between my teeth again.  
With me gagged, he hitched up his pants and again turned his attention to me.  
I hoped he would spread me legs and bring me off.  But he didn't.

    He picked me up and moved me over to a vertical post.  Like the beam, I 
don't think it was for support or anything like that.  He removed the cuffs 
from my wrists and ankles, then made me stand against the post facing it.  My 
hands were wrapped around the poll and tied together very tightly.  Next, he 
wound rope around my back and pulled me against the post.  He pulled the ropes 
really tight.  He did this all over my body, from the legs up, pinning my arm 
down too.

    He then made me wrap me legs around the post.  He tied my ankles together, 
then wound rope around my legs and support.  I thought I would slide down the 
post, but I didn't.  All the ropes held me to it tight.  I was like I was 
hugging the post for dear life.

    He pulled the leather pouch from my mouth and replaced it with a knotted 
cloth.  I made a sigh when he put the knot into my mouth.  At least when he 
was tying me, he also was touching me.

    With his work done, he walked around me, surveying.  He smiled when his 
look was complete, and went back down again.  Again he has left me to squirm 
in my own lust. This was even worst.  When I gave him head, I thought he might 
to the same to me, which got me even more excited.  Then, just to retie me and 
leave me again.  I was burning up with desire.

    With my body tied against the poll, I couldn't move much.  I did find that 
I could move my hips up a little.  The poll was in my crotch, and I found 
myself trying to rub against it to get some relief.  It didn't work to well, 
just seeming to get me even more excited.  I moaned a lot, loud enough for him 
to hear it I think.

    He finally returned some time later.  He slowly unwound all my ropes until 
just my hands were tied around it.  He then showed me something.  I was made 
of a plastic, purple in color, with straps on it. He said that this will teach 
me not to tease again.

    He placed the thing over my pussy and strapped it to my thighs and hips.  
It covered my crotch, resting against me clit.  He then untied me hands and 
moved me over to the pad on the floor.

    He then produced several black leather straps.  Jeff pulled my wrists 
behind my back and strapped them together.  Another strap buckled around my 
upper arms, pulling me elbows closer together.  He then took more straps and 
lopped them around my body.  He buckled one strap below my breasts, another 
above them.  Another went around my waist.  My arms were pinned to my back.

    My legs had straps at the ankles, thighs, calves and just above my knees. 
He even strapped my feet together.  I guess he didn't want me to loose my 
heels.  He pulled all the straps extra tight, just for good measure, with all 
the buckles behind me.

    The cloth gag was removed.  He pulled out a black ball gag and pushed it 
into my mouth.  As he buckled the thing to my head, I made a small moan.  It 
really felt good to be all strapped in leather, with my mouth stuffed.

    Once I was all strapped up and gagged, he laid me on the floor.  He played 
with my breasts for a moment, squeezing and pinching them.  He then reached 
down to the plastic thing and turned it on. The thing began to vibrate against 
my clit.  I went really wild.  I moaned and groaned as it vibrated against me.

    He told me to enjoy this lesion and again left me.  I moaned to him not to 
leave.  Again he went down, leaving me alone on the floor.

    The thing teased my clit again and again.  I rolled around on the floor, 
struggling in my leather straps.  I moaned a lot from sheer ecstasy. I was so 
horny.  The vibrator built me up to a huge climax.  I orgasmed, screaming into 
the rubber ball. My body rolled around as the wave of pleasure rolled over me.

    Again and again this happened. It built me up, brought me off, and started 
again. I don't know how many times it made me come. Each time, my body tensed 
and squirmed in my bonds.  Each time, I moaned and groaned.

    By the time he returned, I was exhausted.  I laid on the floor panting.  
The thing still humming along.  He turned it off and removed the ball from my 
mouth.  I caught my breath as he removed all of the straps.  He then very 
gently picked me up and carried me over to the couch.

    I sat in the center of the couch while he went to work.  It was a strange 
couch.  The pillows came off the back, which was just a rope netting.  The 
frame was wooden, and lent itself very well to bondage.

    He tied a lone rope to each of my wrists.  He then tied the other end to 
the back frame.  Me arms were up in the air, away from my body.  It was like I 
was tied to a cross.

    He tied ropes to me legs and spread them apart.  The free ends were tied 
to the legs of the couch.  It held my legs wide open and gave a clear shot to 
my wet pussy.  I could squirm around a lot, but not cover myself.  He then 
pulled the gag from my mouth.  He didn't replace it either.

    This time, he didn't leave.  Instead, he got on his knees in front of me 
and began to slowly eat my pussy.  I didn't think I could get excited again, 
but soon I was moaning and groaning under his tongue.  He really got me hot 
fast.  I raised my ass to give him a better shot in.

    I took a while, but soon I was ready to orgasm again.  He had slowly 
brought me to this level.  But instead of bring me off, he slowed down and 
kissed my thighs.  He was paying me back for this morning.  I groaned at him, 
asking him to bring me off.  I got a taste of me own medicine.

    He brought me close four of five times.  Each time he stopped, I moaned to 
him and squirmed my ass around. I begged him to let me come.  He didn't care.  
He was getting his revenge.

    At last, he took pity on me and brought me off.  His tongue went deep 
inside me as he squeezed me tits.  I let out a loud moan and came again.  He 
kept licking me, making me come even more.

    When I finished, he untied my legs and tied my ankles together.  Me wrists 
were freed, then tied behind my back.  He then laid me down on the couch with 
my ass in the air.  He took off his cloths, climbed on top of me and shoved 
his hard cock into me.

    He rammed me from behind, slamming his hips into me ass.  I groaned as he 
did.  I finally was getting my pussy stuffed.  His cock slid in and out of me 
as he pumped my pussy.  It wasn't long before he moaned, rammed in really deep 
and shot a huge load of come into me.  I gasped when I felt him erupt inside 
me.  His come felt hot, almost boiling.

    When he finished shooting, he jump off me and carried me over to the floor 
again.  He wasn't soft, and he still wanted more of me. He played with my tits 
for a while, getting me aroused once more.  He untied me, then retied me with 
my wrists roped to my ankles.  He crawled on top of me, and shoved his hard 
rod into me.  Now I could move with him, and partly wrap my legs around him.

    He slow humped me for a while.  It was a long time before Jeff was ready 
to shoot again.  We kissed long and deep as we did.  I squeezed him with my 
legs, happy to have him inside me again.  At last, he grabbed my ass, pushed 
into me so hard he bottomed out, and shot another load deep into me.  By then, 
I was cumming myself, and almost passed out from the pleasure.

    He laid on me for a while, still kissing one another.  He then pulled out 
and untied me.  We laid on the floor for a while, just cuddling one another.

    It was getting late, and the weekend was coming to an end.  Jeff had 
already packed for us, so all we had to do was close up the place and head 
home.  We talked about the weekend, and how much it meant to both of us.

    We stopped for dinner alone the way, and finished the drive before ten.  
He took me home and helped me with my bag.  Before he could leave, I wrapped 
my arms around him an kissed him passionately.  Within a few minutes, we were 
in the bedroom, naked and fooling around again.  We did a lot of foreplay 
before we slow fucked for half an hour.

    After he left, and I was alone in my bed, I couldn't stop thinking of 
him.  I think I'm in love with him, and plan to tell him tomorrow.

                               Friends forever,
                                     Ann.



    Dear Ann.

    I got your letter yesterday.  It sure sounds like you had a wonderful time 
together.  I hope things work out for you two. You sound so excited and happy.

    Well, one exciting weekend deserves another. Let me tell you what happened 
over my weekend. It acutally started earlier than the weekend.

    On Thursday night, Jim went over to Rick and Laura's place for the 
evening.  I knew he was going over to help them with something.  He wouldn't 
tell me what it was all about.  At first, I was a little upset with him.  I 
thought there might be something going on with the three of them.  But when he 
came home that night, he was so excited and horny, he screwed me twice and 
brought me off three times before we went to sleep.  I couldn't stay mad at 
him, and he swore nothing happened.

    So, Friday night, Jim said he had a surprise for me.  He told me to go put 
on a sexy teddy and high heels.  I wore a matching set of red lace panties, 
bra, garter belt, along with red stockings and spiked high heels.

    I returned to the living room to find that Jim had set a chair in front of 
the TV.  He had me sit down in the chair and bound me to it.  My hands were 
tied behind my back and around the chair.  My legs were tied together at the 
ankles and knees.  He then wound rope around my body and the chair, making 
sure I couldn't move or free myself.  He finished off with a red cloth  
between my teeth for a gag.  He called this detective style bondage, the kind 
they show in the movies when the heroin it captured by the bad guys.

    Satisfied I was secured, he said he wanted me watch something.  He popped 
a tape into the VCR and hit the play button.  As the taped began, he said that 
this is what he was doing over a Rick's place the night before.

    The scene opened to a view of a living room.  I reconized it as Rick and 
Laura's place.  The camera panned the room and fell upon the front door.  The 
door opened and in came Laura.  Laura's a dark haired girl, with a rather sexy 
body, but she seems to be a slut.  She wore a short black leather mini-skirt, 
a low cut red satin blouse, spiked black high heels, and a red leather coat.

    She closed the door behind her and slid off her coat.  As she walk toward 
the kitchen, someone jumped out and grabed her, one arm around her waist 
pinning her arms down, and a hand over her mouth.  At first, you couldn't tell 
who it was, but then I figured out that it was Rick.

    He pulled her back into the living room.  Laura was kicking and screaming 
through his hand, but not very hard.  Her arms are pulled behind her back and 
bound together with rope.  She grunts and groans as the ropes are pulled extra 
tight.  He then shoved a cloth into her mouth and places several wide pieces 
of tape over her lips.  Her grunts become muffled.

    He then tied ropes around her arms, punning them to her body.  She tied to 
move free of him, but is held in place.  Her ankles are then bound together, 
then her legs above the knees.  He let her stand for a while struggling in her 
ropes. She moaned and groaned as she twisted her body around, fighting the 
tight ropes holding her body secure.

    By now I figured that this was some kind of mock bondage and rape scene.  
Rick and Laura were the charaters, and Jim was the camera man.  They were 
really going a good job of it.  Jim had several great shoots, holding the 
camera very still.  Rick was a good vilian, tying his captive up very tightly 
and unescapably.  And Luara made a sexy damsil in distress.

    Rick came back in and told her she was going to get what she needed.  A 
good roping and and a good screwing.  He played with her body through her 
clothing, grabbing her breasts and rubbing her pussy.  Laura still fought the 
ropes, but the pleasure was starting to come through.

    Rick then set his wife on her knees on the floor.  He let her struggle for 
a moment before moving in front of her, his crotch staring her strait in the 
face.  He opened his pants and let his manhood spring out. He was a preaty big 
guy, a lot bigger that I gave him credit for.

    He told her to suck him off, pulled the tape off her face, yanked the 
cloth from her mouth and shoved his cock between her lips.  At first, Laura 
didn't want it, moaning her discontent.  But after a few strokes, she began to 
mum on it, sucking it and sliding her lips up and down his shaft.

    Rick was moaning, still looking down at her.  His hips were moving back 
and forth.  Soon, he was pumping her face, screwing her mouth like it was her 
love tunnel.  Laura was doing well, moaning for him to shoot.

    It only took a couple of minutes before he let out a gasp and shot his 
come into her mouth.  She swallowed like crazy, but couldn't get it all.  It 
shot over her face and lips, Laura licking up the jism from her lips.

    Rick pulled his cock away from her lips. She moaned to him, asking him to 
make her come too.  He laughs at her and shoves the cloth between her lips 
again as she scene fades.

    The scene returns. Laura lays face down on the floor.  Rick is putting the 
finishing touches on what Jim said was an arm sheeth.  Made of black leather 
and straps, the sheeth is placed over the arms, strapped to the victoms 
shoulders, then laced up until her arms become as one, incased in a leather 
pouch. Rick was just finishing the lacing.  Laura moaned though her black ball 
gag. The gag was also a leather strap, pushing the ball deep into her mouth.

    He blouse was gone, her breasts covered with a black lace bra.  Rick then 
placed a leather strap around her ankles, pulling it tight before buckling it. 
Another strap went around her thighs, just abouve the knee.  One more strap 
went around legs just below her hips, squezzing her leather skirt around her 
body tight.  She moaned and groaned, squriming her body around in the straps.

    They again let her go for several minutes.  She played to the camera, 
moaning, rolling, twisting, pleading with her eyes for freedom that wouldn't 
come. But there was also desire in her eyes. She loved the bondage she was in.

    After a few minutes, Rick returns and unbuckles the belt around her upper 
thighs.  He then slowly unzips her mini-skirt, and slowly pulls it down her 
legs.  She moans as he does it.  She left waring a matching black lace panties 
and a garter belt.  She legs are covered in sheer black stocking.

    Down to her undies, Rick now adds several straps to her body.  Her body is 
belted at the ankles, calves, above and below the knees, the thighs, hips, 
waist, and above and below her chest. She squirmed about on the floor, rolling 
around, unable to wiggle her body for all the belts around her. She is totally 
helpless, and loving it.  Her moans confermed that.

    After several minutes and some close-ups, the scene fades.  By this time, 
I'm getting hot myself.  Jim was sitting on the floor next to me, caressing 
his fingers up and down my bound legs.  Watching the girl made me think of Jim 
and me the other night, and what else he might do to me.

    A new scene came on.  Now Laura has be deprived of her bra and panties.  
She is left with her garter belt, stockings and heels.  She is laying on her 
back, on top of a glass and chrome coffee table.  Her arms have been pulled 
over her head and strapped to the legs of the label.  More straps have her 
belted to the table, one at her waist and another just under her breasts.  Her 
legs are spread apart and strapped to the table legs.  Though her feet were on 
the floor, her pussy is wide open, ready of ravishing.  Her mouth is still 
stuffed with the ball gag.

    The camera moved around her, viewing her from all angles.  She moans, her 
hands clench, then unclench and she struggles against the straps.  She can't 
get free, and it dosn't look like she wants to.

    After a few minutes of futile effort, Rick came back in.  He began to play 
with his trussed wife, caressing her nipples and her pussy.  She was so hot, 
she moaned and groaned under his touch.  His fingers then pushed inside her, 
slowly slinding in and out of her, while his other and squezzed her breasts.

    I thought he might let her come, but instead her moved his lips down her 
body, leaving a trail of kisses all over her.  He sucked on her nipples, then 
between her mounds before moving his face between her legs.

    He plunged right in, shoving his tongue into her tunnel.  She climaxed 
within a minute, screaming into her gag.  She was a real screamer, for the 
whole time, she moaned and groaned into her ball.  It lasted for quite some 
time before it was over.

    Rich never stopped.  He continued to eat her out.  Jim moved in for a 
closer shot, watching him do his work, then swing up her body to show her head 
moving from side to side and she closed her eyes.  In a few minutes, she was 
again ready to come.  Rick attacked her clit, licking it into a frenzy.  She 
came again, just as intense as before, maybe even stronger.

    When she was finished, we had one last long view of her well formed body 
strapped down before it faded away.  I myself was getting very excited.  My 
pussy was very hot and wet, and I found myself softly moaning.  Jim had now 
worked his hands up my thighs and was teasing my pussy through the material.

    Another scene came in.  This time, she is on a brass bed, handcuffed to 
the headboard and footboard in a spread eagle.  Her gag had been replaced with 
a black cloth, with another one stuffed in her mouth.  A black cloth also 
covered her eyes.  She was naked, cuffed, gagged and blindfolded.

    Again the camera swung around.  She moaned and groaned, the cuffs klinking 
against the brass as she struggled against her bonds.  Her nipples were very 
hard, making her boobs stand up.  Her pussy was dripping her and squriming 
around like she was fucking someone.

    After a minute, Rick came back in, only waring small black briefs.  He 
moved on top of her and ground his satin cover crotch into hers.  He humped 
her like this for a moment, making her get even hotter.

    I too, was getting hotter just watching her.  Jim and I will rent skin 
flicks from time to time and generally get excited by them.  But this was 
really getting me going, more that the usual.

    At last, Rick pulled his hardon out and rammed it into her.  She moaned 
very loud as he slammed into her wet cunt.  He slammed again and again into 
her, making her shackled body bounce.  They both grunted and groaned as they 
humped like mad.

    After a few minutes, Rick slammed deep into her one last time and shot 
another load of come deep into her tunnel. Laura moaned as he pumped her pussy 
full of the hot fluid.

    He finished filling her, pulled his cock from her tunnel and walked off 
the screen.  The cum dripped out of her as the tape ended.

    Jim stopped the tape and turned it off.  He played with me for a few 
minutes, asking me if I liked it.  I moaned and nodded my head as he cupped my 
breasts in his hands.

    He untied me from the chair and removed my gag.  I was all over him, 
kissing his lips and pulling the cloths from his body.  Jim quickly removed my 
bra and panties as I pulled his pants off him, making him naked.

    We got on the floor, squriming out bodies into one another as we pressed 
our lips into one anothers.  After a few sweet minutes, I rolled him over, 
climbed on him into a 69 position, and went down on him.  Jim went to work on 
my clit, teasing it with his tongue.  It felt so good, sending waves of 
pleasure through my body.

    He timed is licking to match his own orgasm.  As he felt his load begin to 
boil, he speeded up, bringing me to the edge of my orgasm.  He moaned loud, I 
moaned loud and we both came.  He shot a huge load of come down my throut as I 
covered his face with my juices.  I came really hard, my body completly 
stimulated with erotic pleasure.

    After we were both done, we went to the bedroom and made slow, passion 
filled love for an hour before he exploded another load into my tunnel.  After 
that, we fell asleep in one anothers arms.

    The next morning, we made pancakes for breakfest.  I was waring one of his 
old shirts, he a pair of shorts.  I love mornings like this, with nothing to 
do but enjoy one another.

    He then had a kinky thought.  He went and got a length of rope and tied my 
hands together behind my back.  He moved me onto the floor and slowly 
unbuttoned my shirt.  With me now naked, he poured warm syrip over my body and 
slowly licked it off me.  It was really fun, him licking the sticky stuff off 
me, tickling me as he did.  I giggled and sighed one after the other.

    He then dipped his cock head into the syrip, then let me lick it off of 
him.  At first, I licked, then took it into my mouth like a kid would with a 
popcyle.  It was fun, the syrip and sperm mixing together.

    He took it from my mouth and slid it into my pussy.  Laying on my back, my 
bound hands pushed into my back, but I didn't care. It felt so good, and so 
enjoyable as he slid in and out of me.  I wrapped my legs around him as we 
giggled and laughed while we made love.  We then rolled over and I was on top 
of him, hands tightly bound and his hard cock slowly moving deep inside me.

    It took a while before He shot a huge load of sperm into me, filling me 
up.  It felt so good, the hot fluid inside me.  He left it in me for a while 
as we kisses, his body getting covered in syrip from mine.

    After he released me, we took a shower together and dried one another off. 
It's fun doing that.  Nothing sexual, just washing and rinsing one anothers 
body.  We kissed deeply, but didn't fool around again.

    After we cleaned up the kitchen, we sat in the family room for a while 
talking.  It was such an enjoyable day, just the two of us.  He then asked me 
about the vidio the night before.  I told him how excited it made me, and how 
horny I got watching it.

    We talked about it for a while, and about Rick and Laura.  He was leading 
toward something, I could tell.  So I asked him about it, if he wanted to make 
a vidio of something.

    He thought for a moment before he said it.  He wanted to go over to their 
place tonight, and have a bondage session with them.  I was surprised as his 
propisistion.  Being tied up by him was one thing, but having other people I 
really didn't know well do it was another.  Jim said that nothing would happen 
sexually, at least from them, if I didn't want to.

    It was a strange offer.  I could tell that he wanted to do it, but if I 
didn't, that was OK.  He knew it was unusual.  But he explained that Rick had 
sujested it and it was a fantasy of both Rick's and Laura's.  Having two 
woman, tied up and gagged, their bodies naked and exposed.  It was something 
they always wanted to do, but never could find someone to act it out with.

    I thought about it for a while.  On the one hand, I wasn't sure if I could 
trust them.  I knew Jim would protect me and wouldn't let anything happen, if 
I didn't want it to.  On the other hand, it could be exciting and fun.  Rick 
was an rope expert, and Jim could go down on me all night.  Besided, I could 
get some mild revenge on Laura too.

    I agreed to try it, as long as it would stop if I said so.  Jim kissed me, 
and thanked me.  Maybe it was becoming a fantasy of Jim's too.  He called Rick 
and set it all up for that evening.

    We got over there about seven. Rick and Laura turned out to be good hosts, 
providing us with wine and horderves. We had a pleasent conversation, covering 
several topics.  They then asked if I wanted a tour of their house.

    The house was the usual, except for the basement.  Throughout the place, 
little bondage items had been installed, almost hidden if you wern't looking 
for them.  The basement was completly converted into a bondage room, filled 
with everything imaginable to be tied with and too. I was amazed at all of it.

    We went back to the living room and got down to business.  Rick set up a 
vidio camera and popped a tape in.  Laura decided she wanted to go first and 
stripped of her cloths.  She she was finished, she was waring a black leather 
corset, black lace panties and garter belt, and black stockings.  She put on a 
pair of black pattened leather high heels shoe.  She was really built, and 
looked like she was ready to fuck.

    Rick got a box filled with little bundles of rope.  We all took some and 
begind to tie her up.  Rick bound a rope to each of her wrists, the tied the 
rope to her thighs.  As he tied down her other wrist, Jim was busy winding 
rope around her waist and chest, pinning her arms to the side of her body.  I 
was tying her ankles together, then her thighs.  I pulled the rope really 
tight, making her thighs press into one another.

    After we had incased her in ropes Rick started the camera. Laura squirmed 
and wiggled around, constantly moaning and groaning.  After a few minutes, 
Rick handed me the black ball gag with the leather straps. He whispered to me 
to make it extra tight.  Laura groaned as I slowly moved over to her. I shoved 
the ball between her lips, and buckled the strap around her head. Laura moaned 
as I pulled it tight, but it was a moan of arousment.  I checked her ropes, 
making sure there were no lose ends and walked away.

    Laura struggled in her bonds, moaning as she did.  Her body twisted and 
turned as she fought, keeping her balance on her sky high heels.  For all her 
struggles, she didn't loosed one rope.

    We paused the camera and set the bound woman on the floor her her to 
struggle.  She rolled around moaning, her fingers fluttering as her legs 
kicked.  She really was worming around for some time before Jim gave me 
instructions to go over and hog-tie her.

    I took the rope and entered into the sceen.  She groaned when she saw me 
with the rope in my hand.  I rolled her onto her face, tied the rope to her 
wrists.  I bent her legs way back and tied the other end to them.  She grunted 
and groaned as I did.  After I finished, I reached up and pulled her breasts 
free from the corset.  She really has nice breats.  It was funny, but I like 
the feeling, a real power trip, and it felt exciting and sexy to do it.

    Again, we let her squirm around in her hog-tie, the whole time, grunting 
and groaning.  I reached over and felt the huge hardon in Jim's pants. He too 
was excited by this, just as I was getting.

    After a few minutes, Rick stopped the camera and we untied Laura.  She 
gave me a funny look and said that now it was my turn.  I knew I was in for it 
now, for she had revenge on her mind.  I wasn't sure I was ready for this.

    We moved over to the coffee table, and the camera was started.  Both men 
took one of my arms to hold me.  I start to squirm as Laura came up to me.  
She raised up a knotted white cloth to my mouth.  I groan as she pushed the 
knot into my mouth and tied it around my head.

    She then lets her hands run over my body.  It felt strange to have a woman 
do this to me, yet still I was excited.  She started to unbutton my blouse.  
The guys held me as she slowly undid each one. I groaned as she undid the last 
and pulled my blouse back and the boys slid my arms out of it. She then opened 
my jeans, slowly pulled the zipper down and slid my pants down my legs to my 
ankles.  She made me step out of them, so I was standing in my undies.

    I wore a matched set of white bra, panties and garter belt, sheer white 
stockings and my four inch white heels.  It was like Laura and I were in 
complete contrast to one another.  Her in black outfit with dark hair, me in 
white with blond hair.  It was like good and evil.

    I hoped she was going to stop there, but I was wrong.  She opened the 
latch on my bra, freeing my breasts from the cups.  Again, the men slipped my 
arms free from it, so I was topless.  Laura then caressed my hips, over the 
lace of my panites.  She slowly slid them down my legs, again making me step 
out of them.  Now I was naked, waring only garder belt, stocking and heels.  
The vidio camera caught every second of the scene before it was paused.

    They made me lay down on the coffee table, face up.  Jim and Rick pulled 
my hands over my head and quickly tied them tightly to the legs of the table.  
Meanwhile, Laura was busy tying my spread ankles to the other table legs.  It 
was a large table, so except for my hands, I fit completly on top of it, my 
head at one end, my spread feet at the other.

    The camera was reaimed and started again.  Jim and Rick stood outside the 
setting, while Laura knelt on the floor on the opposite side.  I was still 
gagged, and I squirmed my trussed body in the ropes.  Laura had a cunning look 
on her face.  The shoe was on the other foot, and she was loving it.

    Her hands began to roam over my naked and tied body.  Her fingers touched, 
caressed and explore me. She touched every part of my body, my arms, my chest, 
my adomen, my hips, my legs.  I squirm under her hands, letting out soft sighs 
and moans.

    Her hands cup my breasts, squeezes them, cuddles them, pinches my nipples, 
fondeling the flesh.  Her hand moves down to my tunnel, and she begins to 
probe my wetness.  Her fingers tease my clit, and push inside me.

    Then, Jim came over and moves to my crotch.  He slowly started to kiss my 
thighs, them moves to my bush.  He licked and kissed and nibbled on my pussy.  
Soon, my head is whirlling.  Then I feel a set of lips on my each of my 
breats, Laura on one, Rick on the other.  Sensations flooded me, sending me 
into a world of sexual arousment and pleasure.

    Slowly, they bring me off.  Each delishess moment brings me closer and 
closer to climaxing. I'm moaning continually now, my eyes closed, drinking in 
the feeling that are overwhelming me.

    Suddenly, the climax overtakes me, making me moan wildly as my whole body 
trembles and shudders.  Jim teases my clit even more, prolonging the orgasm.

    After it is over, they move off me and paused the camera a moment later.  
They released me and helped me up.  Laura looked very pleased with herself.  I 
moved next to Jim and gave him a passion filled kiss on the lips. I was giving 
Rick and Laura a sign that even though I had gone with this, Jim was still the 
only one who had permisson to please me.  I think they got the message.

    The next scene was set.  Laura's panties are removed as is her corset, 
leaving her body naked except for her garder belt, stocking and heels.  We 
were identical now, except she was in black, and I was in white.

    Then Laura and I were instructed to kneel on the floor, with our backs to 
one another.  My legs went under Laura and hers under me.  Rick told us to put 
out hands around one another.  With my hands around her waist, and hers around 
mine, Rick and Jim locked handcuffs to our wrists.

    With our hands locked around one another, our legs were next.  Her ankles 
were tied to my knees, and my ankles to her knees.  Tied like this, our legs 
were held spread apart and kept us from moving around much.  It also help us 
keep out balance and support one another.

    Simple cloth gags were placed in our mouths and tied behind our heads, 
hers black, mine white.  Now that our bodies were secured and our voices 
suppressed, the boys stepped back and started the camera.

    Laura's body was warm against my back.  We squirmed around a lot, pressing 
our bodies against one another.  Her fleshy ass up against mine, writhing 
around.  Her hands were moving also, trying to get to my crotch, but she 
couldn't quite reach. We moaned alot and shot pleading glanced at the camera. 
They guys seemed to like it, for they had a pleasent look on their faces.

    After a few minutes of this, they came over to us.  At first, Jim played 
with my breasts and probed my pussy as Rick did the same to Laura.  I was 
getting really hot again, and I think Laura was too.  We both were moaning and 
groaning, squirming into one another.

    Then the guys stood in front of was, their bulges staring us in the face.  
Together, they pulled our gags down, opened their pants and feed their cocks 
into our mouths.  Laura immediately began to pump on Ricks cock.  I took my 
time, slowly bringing my man off.  Jim loves it when I give him slow head.  He 
moaned and groaned as I sucked on his rod.  Rick was moaning like crazy, his 
hips thrusting back and forth as he fucked Laura's mouth.

    It didn't take long for Rick to shoot of his load.  He grunted very loud 
and shoved in cock deep in Laura's mouth.  She took every drop he gave, never 
once gagging on him, the little tramp.

    Jim was making little hip movents too, signaling that he too was building 
up to a climax.  I moved faster, teasing his cock more.  Jim looked down at me 
and smiled.  I knew I was doing a good job.  A minute later, he moaned and 
began to pump a gallon of come down my throut.  I took it all, swallowing like 
mad to get it.  He tasted so good that night as he spud his love juices out.

    At last, he was done.  He slowly pulled his cock from my lips.  Laura was 
still licking on Ricks softening cock.  Jim, on the other hand, was still 
hard.  Not as hard as before, but a much better showing that Rick was giving.

    The boys moved out of the scene and faded the camera out.  I figured they 
would release us, but they didn't.  Instead, the regagged us, untied our legs 
and repositioned us.  After a few struggles, we were positioned.

    We were now sitting on the floor, out legs streached out in front of us.  
Handcuffs were placed on our ankles to hold our legs together.  They then 
placed leather collars around our necks.  As Jim buckled mine, he whispered 
into my ear if everything was allright, or should they stop.  I nodded my head 
to continue.  He smilled at me, and kissed my brow when he finished.  Rick 
then attached a very short chain between Laura's collar and mine, forcing us 
to keep our backs together.

    Then, they put on us what Rick later called a thigh spreaded.  It was a 
short poll, with leather straps at each end.  The straps were buckled around 
our thighs, thus keeping our knees spread apart.  It was a strange device, but 
it worked will, for my cunt was open, but my ankles were locked together.  
They than attached a short chain to the middle of the poll and ran it to our 
collars, making us bend our legs and kept our knees up.

    Thus satisfied, the moved away and restarted the camera.  Laura and I were 
again struggling in the chains.  When one of us moved, the other went along.  
Laura was much more active than I was.  She squirmed and wiggled, constantly 
moaning and groaning.  I was less active, but still struggled around.

    Laura was also much more active with her hands.  They were constantly 
moving. It took me a minute to realize she was trying to get her fingers on my 
pussy.  I tried to make her stop, but I couldn't.  But then, I let her, for if 
she wanted to finger my clit, let her.

    She did just that.  Soon her fingers were dancing all over my pussy, 
teasing my clit and penetrating my cunt.  After a while, I realized that my 
hands were doing the same.  My fingers were covered with her juices, and she 
was moaning with delight.  It was really strange.  Both being tied and gagged, 
but still able to play with one another.  I wondered which one of these three 
thought this position up, for I worked well.

    The guys moved the camera around, getting this from all angles.  I really 
didn't notice it, but they made several zooms into our hands and crotches.  
They moved all around us, getting our expressions as we fingered one another.

    Before I knew it, I felt myself building up toward a climax.  I moaned and 
groaned, mixing with Laura's.  The pleasure build up and up until I was ready 
to explode.  Her fingers were dancing all over me, and my were doing the same 
to her.  Then it hit me, making me moaned and tremble all over.  Laura's hit 
at the same time, for she moaned too, and I felt her body shaking.

    It wasn't very intense, and it was over in a few seconds.  Laura went a 
little longer before she was breathing as heavy as I was.  They guys were 
pleased, the idea had worked.  The camera was paused.

    The guys freed us from the cuffs and collars, the gags were removed and we 
were set up for the final scene.  Two high back chairs were brought in and set 
in the living room.  Jim went to work on me, while Rick worked on Laura.

    We knelt in front of the chairs and our thighs were tied to the chair 
legs. Then we were made to bend over and our hands were tied to the chair back 
at the top.  Another rope was wound around our waists, then tied to the seat 
of the chair.  The result was to have out hands up and out of the way, our 
legs spread slightly apart, and our hips held in place.  For some reason, they 
didn't gag us, but told us to moan and groan and to make as much noise as we 
wanted to.

    The camera was again started.  They started to shoot us from behind, 
getting full view of our asses.  We squirmed for them, grunting and groaning 
as the moved about us.  Again, they covered all angles, watching us struggle 
against the ropes and recording the noises we made.

    The camera was then set behind us, but on an angle to get both of us in 
the shot.  They guys came over.  Rick stepped behind me and began to caress my 
behind.  My fear was that he was going to screw me.  No, I wasn't ready for 
that, and was about to tell him so, but he moved away and went over to Laura.

    Jim knelt behind me and began to caress my behind. His touch was so gentle 
and smooth.  I was hot before, but now I was really going.  He reached around 
and played with my nipples for a moment.  I love it when he touched me, and he 
knows all the right buttons to push.  He pressed his groin against me ass, and 
I wiggled it as much as I could.  I looked over at Laura to see them doing the 
same.

    Then, Rick dropped his pants and Jim did the same.  They pressed their 
hard cocks up against our clits, teasing us.  I was moaning and groaning for 
Jim to slid it in me.  Laura was telling Rick to fuck her.

    They teased us for a moment before the finally slipped their cocks into 
us.  I gasped when Jim penetrated me.  I squeezed down on his rod, not wanting 
him to take it out of me.  She began to hump me, sliding his cock in back and 
forth inside me.  I moaned, trying to push back onto him.

    He moved faster and faster.  Rick was really going to town on Laura.  His 
hips were slapping into her ass.  Laura was encourging him on, telling him to 
go deeper and faster.  I wonder if she's ever satified.

    Jim was doing a great job on me.  It felt so good to have him inside my 
box.  His cock sliding around, filling my walls.  Jim was excited, but I could 
tell he wanted me to be satified as well as himself.

    Then, Laura moaned, almost screamed, as what must have been a orgasm 
rocked her.  Rick still pumped on her, trying to get his load off. Her hands 
clenched and she moaned a lot.  Boy, she was noisy.  A few seconds later, Rick 
joined her and shot a load of come into her.  She begged him to fill her as he 
shot his wad.  I don't think he came a lot, but he got his at least.  But I do 
have to admit, it was kind of exciting watching them.

    Jim was still filling me, but by now, I was about ready to come.  As I 
felt the first warning sighs of it, I heard Jim start to moan, and knew he was 
about to release.  I moaned and groaned, waiting for it to him.

    Jim, not able to hold back any longer, shot another huge load of come into 
my.  Just as he did, I had the added sensation of releasing my own orgasm.  We 
both groaned as he filled me up, out hot juices mixing together inside me.

    When we both finished, Jim pulled out of me.  I looked over to see Rick's 
cock dangling limp from his groin.  But Jim's was still semi-hard at least.  
Even though I envy Laura a little, At least I know I have the better man.

    Rick shut the camera off, and they guys untied us.  Our cloths were given 
back to us.  As we dressed, they guys cleaned up and rewound the tape.  We 
decided to watch it, to see how it came out, plus Rick could make a copy for 
us at the same time.

    It was very excitig to watch.  Laura really knew how to play to the camera 
and struggle around a lot.  She was very convincing, especially with her 
moaning and groaning.  As for myself, well, I don't want to sound conceded, 
but I think I did well.  I especially like the scene where I was tied to the  
table.  With my body streached tight, waring only my stocking and heels, it 
made me looked extra sexy.  I think that was my favorite scene.

    The tape almost seemed like a movie.  First, it looked like I had captured 
Laura, stripped of her cloths, then tied and gagged her.  Then, the guys came 
in, released her and caught me for Laura to get her revenge.  Then, they guys 
grabbed both of us, tied and gagged us and did their pleasure on us.  The 
whole time we watched, my hands were in Jim's pants, and his in mine.  Rick 
and Laura were getting it on too, but I think Rick couldn't get it up again.

    After the tape was over, Jim and I went home.  Jim told me that even 
thought Laura is very sexy and exciting, I was deffently the better of the 
two.  It made me feel good that I could compete with Laura and still come out 
ahead.  Jim also told me that Rick really wants to get me in the sack.  Good, 
let him want to.  But he never will, that I promised Jim.

    We got home and went straight to bed, making slow love for hours. On Sunday,
Jim and I watched the tape together.  We had to pause it twice because we got 
to horny and had to relieve ourselves.  Though it was an exciting evening, I 
don't think I want to do it again, at least with Rick and Laura.  Jim agrees, 
because too many thing might happen that we don't want to.  Jim wants me all 
to himself, and I want Jim all for me alone.

    Well, I better close out.  Give me a call or write me and tell me what's 
happening between you and Jeff.  I want all the details.

                               Friends forever,
                                    Paula.

    P.S.  I just let Jim read your letters.  It gave him several new ideas to 
try out.  Maybe, we can get your man and mine together for a weekend and see 
what they come up with for us.  I think we can trust them to consentrate on 
who their suppose too.  Let me know what you think.




    Dear Paula,

    I finished your letter.  All I can say is WOW.

    I showed your letters to Jeff.  He thinks it's a great idea to get 
together for a weekend.  I know Jim well enough to know him and Jeff will get 
along very well.  Besides, they can swap ideas as were struggling on the 
floor.  Why don't we plan it.

    Next weekend's bad, but the week later is fine.  That's the end of the 
month.  Would it be allright if we come down to see you.  Jeff's place is a 
little small for all of us to stay in.  Besides, we can make more noise at 
your house.

    Let me know what you think, and if two weeks is good for you guys.  I hope 
so.  We're going to have a great time.

                               Friends forever,
                                     Ann.


    Dear Ann.

    The end of the month is fine for us.  It sould be nice out, so we can do 
a lot together.

    We'll get the guest room cleaned up for you two.  Jim want's to paint it 
tomorrow.

    Since we don't have a lot of stuff, yet that is, make sure Jeff brings 
down all of his bondage toys.  We got plenty of rope, and we're going out 
tonight to an adult toy store that sell some items.  I want some handcuffs, 
and Jim wants to get a spreader bar and a few other items.

    Well, we'll see you in a week or so.  I'm so excited, I can hardly wait 
for it.  Drive carefull.

                               Friends forever,
                                    Paula.