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Post by cocomink » Mon Aug 27, 2018 8:39 am


Mary was into bondage, allright!
She hadn't yet been tied-up by a master, but
she used to practice self-bondage from time to time.
Mary was 23 years old, single, blond, with firm and big tits,
and a hot voluptuous body. She was very proud of it.
She had been interested in bondage for many years,
but hadn't shared her kinky secrets with anybody,
because she was afraid to end up with the wrong guy.

She was now ready for 3 hours of strict selfbondage.

Her paraphernalia was on her bed, and she had placed the big candlelight
on her nightstand. To it, she had tied a cord halfway down, and up to a
hook in the ceiling. In the middle of the cord, were keys tied so that
when the candle had burnt down to the cord, it would set on fire and the
keys would drop down on her, and after some heavy struggling, she would
be free. She had done this many times, and she thought it was a safe way
to practice self-bondage.
Nothing could go wrong, could it? Well, she was too horny to even care.

First she put on her most sexy lingerie. Black, seamed stockings, garters
and high heels. No panties for her shaved crotch. Corset with openings
for her tits and elbow-length black rubbergloves; She loved the sweaty
feeling they gave her. Then, she started to arrange her bondage;
First she applied her harness ball-gag and locked it behind her neck with
a padlock, then she roped her legs together at both ankles and knees,
before she attached them to a pulley and hoisted her legs and ass up to
the point where only the upper-part of her back was resting on the

Now she was stuck. She wouldn't be able to move at all. Finally it was
time for her arms. Her heart pounded crazily within her chest. This was
the moment of truth, once the handcuffs were locked, there was no way
out, until the candle had burned down to the cord and her keys dropped
down on her chest. She checked everything, before she clasped the cuffs
on her wrists. She tried to reach her cunt, but to no avail. 3 hours like
this, she thought happily, dreaming and moaning about a strong master and
real bondage...

She had been spending almost 2 hours of her session, when she thought she
heard a noise coming from the hall. Probably nothing, she thought
confused. Suddenly, the lights went out, only the candle flickered. Mary
panicked. She "mmphhed" and thrashed about , but she was going nowhere.
Then all went dark..............

Mary was so scared that she almost pissed on herself. She heard some
movement coming closer, but she couldn't see anything. Suddenly a light
from a flashlight came to life. The beam browsed the room, and finally it
caught her legs. "Well, what have we got here, then?" a male voice asked
as the beam rested on her bound figure. "A bondage bitch! All wrapped up
for me. Self-bondage, huh? I guess this night is turning out to be very
interesting, after all. I was only going to rob you, but what do I find?
A beautiful little damsel in distress. And the best thing; Since you have
tied yourself up, I guess that there's no man around to watch out for. Am
I right?"
Mary could only nod as yes, there was no use trying to lie to this
maniac, because her life depended on him. If he left her like this, she
would die.

The man was masked with a stocking and he loomed over her, mean and
strong. "Funtime!" was all he said, as he started to rearrange Mary's
bondage. He sure had some fun with her that night; Tying
her up in many different ways, fucking her in both cunt and ass, whipping
her and in general treating her like shit.

Mary was so exhausted in the end, that she knew she couldn't take no
more. Finally, the man said "Thank's for the fun, bitch! I guess it's
time to move on, now. But, I can't leave you untied, or ungagged. So, I'm
going to leave you just the way I found you. See, the candle is burning
again. The only modifications I've done, is that the keys to your gag and
your ankle-cuffs are hidden somewhere in your apartment, and of course
the phone-lines have been cut. I'm sure you'll find the keys sometime
tomorrow. And please, don't be afraid. I'll check back on you to see if
you have managed to get yourself free. And, if not, well, then I guess
that you have lost, and I'll tie you up in a different way. How does that
sound? You like that? Well, so long, dear.." was the last thing he said
before he left.

Mary was shocked! He was coming back? She turned to look at the candle.
Shit! He had lighted a much bigger one than she had. She didn't know how
long it would take, before it had burned down to the cord. And her gag.
She would be forced to search all of her appartment for the keys on
hobbled legs. Mary shed a tear in her misery, but thinking about it...he
was pretty good. She resigned to her faith, cursing him for not putting
the vibrator inside her before he left.

Part Two

Mary was exhausted. She had been watching the candle burn for an
eternity, it was almost there, now. Finally, the cord set on fire, and
the key to her hand-cuffs fell down on her chest. She uncuffed herself
with trembling hands and made the pulley lowering her limp legs. She was
free! Almost, that is. What remained of her bondage, were her ankle-cuffs
and her harness-gag.
Well, it was time to search for the keys. But, where should she start?
She moaned into her gag in despair. She didn't have a clue, to where he
could have placed the keys. Maybe he had lied to her. Maybe he had taken
the keys with him. There were so many places to search!

She went to her bathroom first, on hobbled legs, to get some relief. As
she was standing in front of the mirror, she realized that she was very
thirsty. She tried to get some water into her mouth, but the
ball inside of her was too huge and too tightly wedged.
Only small droplets of water found her burning throat, but it was better
than nothing. She was ready to start searching her apartment now. The
kitchen came first, but no key was there to be found. Desperate as she
was, she headed for the bedroom.

In her stocking-compartment, she felt something inside one of her
rubberstockings. Yes! A key. Mary was so relieved, that she almost danced
around the room, whistling, if she could have, but her gag prevented
that, unfortunately.

She only hoped that it was the key to her harness-gag. And it was! She
managed to ungag herself after some heavy trying, but it took quite a
while to get her jaws back. She had been gagged for such a long time,
that she had to massage her stiff jaws back to life. God! That felt good!
She rushed into her kitchen again, to get something to drink, before
searching for the key to her ankle-cuffs.
Hours passed, but no key was to be found.
Mary got quite desperate.
He had said that he would come back for her.
How long did she have?

She was about to give up, when that beautiful sound of a moving key got
her attention. Inside one of her boots in the hall, was a key. Mary
grasped it joyfully. She sat down on the floor to uncuff herself,
oblivious to the fact that someone could be watching her.
As she placed the key into the cuffs, strong, male hands grasped her from behind,
forced her onto her stomach and had her wrists cuffed in seconds.
Mary fought the best she could, but it was futile.
The harness-gag was soon buckled in place again,
and she was positioned in a tight hog-tie by expert male hands.
She gave up, crying and shaking in utter despair.
This is so unfair, she screamed into her gag.

"Sure, babe. You almost made it. Thank heaven, that I showed up in time!
Well, I am a man to be trusted.
I told you that I would look after you, didn't I?
And I promised you that I'd tie you up in a new and exciting position,
if you didn't free yourself before I returned.

And that's what's being done now. You like this position?
I'll change the cuffs with rope in a while,
and maybe add nipple-clamps on your gorgeous tits.

But, first things first! Food. I guess you must be starving.
Mary nodded and moaned into her gag.
Good! Now, you'll be a nice and quiet girl here,
while I make us something to eat. We'll play later, I promise.
Plenty of time for fucking and bondage-games.
So, don't give me that pouty look.I know you want my fat cock desperately,
but we can't have you starve to death, can we?"
He chuckled, as he left her on the floor, disillusioned and crying.......

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Make Love Not War

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