My Bondage History

                               by

                            The Bitch

     For the uninitiated or uninformed, bondage and discipline is 
a form of erotic expression often used to heighten the sexual 
experience between two or more people.  Usually, two consenting 
adults act out a fantasy such as slave-master role-playing, with 
one partner being the strong-willed disciplinarian, and the other 
a willing, submissive servant of desire.  Most couples enter into 
a "B & D" relationship by mutual consent.  Some are "forced" to 
participate a first time and find that they like it enough to be 
willing participants from then on.  And still others are slowly, 
cleverly drawn into the B & D relationship via a chain (pardon 
the pun) of seemingly unrelated events that culminates in the 
victim's complete submission of his/her own free will.  This 
latter case was how I became initiated.

     I had been sharing an apartment with this guy (call him 
Charlie) for a couple of months when things started to happen to 
me.  I mean strange things, unexplained, nuisance type things 
that seemed unrelated at the time but in hindsight were not 
coincidence.  I was a victim of routine.  Every morning I would 
wake up first and put on the coffee, get the paper, etc., while 
Charlie took a long shower.   One morning when I slipped out the 
front door to get the paper, the door closed behind me and I was 
locked out.  So there I was, in panties and a short nightgown, 
cowering behind the shrubs in front of the apartment, trapped 
outside.  Every few minutes I would jump up, rap on the door, and 
then slip behind the shrubs again.  Charlie didn't hear me until 
I stood up and hammered on the door, attracting a few stares from 
passers-by, I'm sure.  (I found out much later that Charlie had 
turned on the shower, sneaked down the stairs, and waited until I 
went for the paper.  He had locked me out, and stood on the other 
side of the door, watching my desperate attempts to gety back 
inside!

     Another time, I was out on the little balcony when it 
started to rain.  When I tried to get back inside, the patio 
doors were locked, and I got drenched.  Charlie made me plead 
with him, practically on my hands and knees, to open the door so 
I could get in out of the chilly rain.  When he left me in, he 
noticed that my nipples were hard, and when we made love shortly 
thereafter, and it seemed different that time.  Maybe not better 
or worse, but different.

     After a few of these incidents, it seemed like my whole 
attitude was changing, and I was becoming more dependent on 
Charlie, more trusting, too, and feeling a need to please him 
more and more.  Then once when we were making love, nearly at the 
height of arousal, he gently pulled my hands up behing my neck 
and continued to thrust inside me, bringing me to orgasm.  But I 
couldn't hold him, or squeeze him, or anything because I was 
powerless to move my hands.  I just had to lie there and let him 
have his way with me.  THAT time, it seemed not just different, 
but better.  For several times after that, our lovemaking 
sessions ended with me placing my hands behind my neck 
voluntarily, just to recapture that feeling of submission from 
that first time he had done it.  I think it was then that he knew 
he had converted me into his little sex slave!

     Things really speeded up after that..........