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

For the past three years, Dale has shared his apartment with his steady girlfriend, Judy. Like many young people, Dale and Judy are not opposed to marriage as an institution but do not consider it right for them. Therefore, they have elected to live together without benefit of clergy, Judy is a leggy blonde in her mid-twenties who stands five feet, eight inches in her stocking feet and has an eye-catching 37-24-36 figure. She comes from the Midwest and works as a secretary.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the following chapters, we will review other examples of modern bondage practices.