My Bondage History

                             Part 3

                          by The Bitch


     Following the lovemaking session that had me spreadeagled on 
the bed, our experiences became more and more adventurous.  After 
purchasing a few "B&D" magazines, Charlie got the idea that I 
should be properly dressed for our bondage sessions.  Instead of 
being bound nude to the bed, he had me dress in exotic lingerie 
and other bizarre clothing before he would discipline me and 
then make love to me.  

     First I wore a dainty little peek-a-boo nightie and crotch
less panties, and he tied my hands together behind my back.  
Leaning me over the kitchen table, he tied my ankles to the table 
legs, and spanked me, teasing me with his belt, and stroking the 
insides of my thighs and my crotch until I was gasping and 
panting with arousal.  Then he entered me roughly, and began 
plunging his member in and out of my cunt, all the while stroking 
my clit with his finger and thumb.  He slowed his pumping while 
he brought me to the edge of orgasm time and time again, and when 
I could wait no longer, he plunged deep inside me and we both 
came, shuddering and moaning, over and over again.  

     He pulled out of my cunt, dried himself off, and mixed 
himself a drink.  He pulled a chair over to the end of the table 
and sat down to enjoy his drink and read the newspaper.  I was 
furious and I let him know.  I was still draped over the other 
end of the table, tired and thirsty, and wanted to be released.  
He made some comment about needing peace and quiet to read, and 
left the room.  He returned in a minute holding a black leather 
contraption.  I had all kinds of straps, and in the middle of the 
straps was a long thick piece of rubber shaped like a penis.  He 
grabbed my hair and pulled back until I was forced to open my 
mouth, and then he shoved the rubber penis in my mouth as far as 
it would go.  It almost hit the back of my throat, it was so 
long.  Then he arranged the leather straps around my head, and 
pulled them tight.  The rubber penis was pushed even further into 
my mouth so that I could hardly make a sound.  Well, I guess my 
gurgling and grunting noise still bothered him.  Charlie got out 
his little hand air-pump, hooked it up to the front of the gag, 
and did a few quick plunges with the handle of the pump.  The 
rubber penis filled with air, expanding and filling every crevice 
in my mouth, making my tongue immovable, and preventing any sound 
at all from coming out of my mouth.  He spent a leisurely hour 
enjoying his drink and newspaper in peace before finally 
releasing me.