Bondage fans are not alike in their preferences and can be divided into various groups and subgroups. For example, as far as costume preferences are concerned, there appear to be three principal groups: those who prefer regular clothing worn in an erotic manner, those who prefer leather apparel, and those who prefer items of clothing made of rubber. The importance of leather and rubber apparel to the bondage fan should not be underestimated; for many devotees of bondage, such items of apparel are essential props for all sessions. Although it might seem curious to the uninitiated, bondage fans rarely show a predilection for completely nude victims. There are exceptions, of course, but most bondage fans seem to think that a certain amount of clothing is essential. However, it should be noted that the clothing worn by the victim may be totally inappropriate as far as individual modesty is concerned. Thus, for example, it is quite a common practice for a female victim to be attired only in garter belt, nylon stockings, and high heels or boots.

Bondage fans may also be grouped according to their preferences for bondage materials. Here again, there appear to be three principal groups: those who prefer ordinary ropes, those who prefer bindings made of leather, and a dedicated minority with a preference for chains or other items made of metal. However, preferences of this type are not often clear-cut with the result that most bondage fans do considerable experimentation with the type of bondage materials they employ.

As far as bondage positions are concerned, bondage devotees appear to fall into two groups. Some bondage fans insist that the victim be bound in the same position and in the same manner each and every session. Others insist upon a variety of positions, the more the merrier. The latter group is by far the largest, and it may safely be said that most bondage fans prefer to experiment with as many positions as they can dream up. In this regard, bondage fans often show an almost unbelievably fertile imagination.

As far as accessory equipment is concerned, bondage fans fall into two groups. One group is content to use ordinary everyday items such as chairs and beds. Others have a strong predilection for bizarre and often old-fashioned equipment such as stocks, pillories, gibbets, and similar devices. Some bondage fans have large collections of devices of this type, and there are homes where a spare bedroom or basement room doubles as a bondage studio. In one case known to the author, a wealthy couple has the guest house at their estate furnished as a bondage "torture chamber."

As might be expected, most bondage activities take place indoors. However, some bondage fans have a strong predilection for outdoor scenes and perhaps others would too were it not for such problems as lack of privacy and the vagaries of weather. Among outdoor bondage fans, forests appear to be the favorite setting for their activities. Forests provide an isolated and scenic atmosphere and, in addition, trees serve as a natural prop for bondage activities. Next to forests in popularity are outdoor swimming pools where diving boards, ladders, and poolside furniture provide excellent bondage props. Since the erotic aspects of dunking are well known, it is not surprising that in such a setting the bondage victim may be subjected to a variation of old-fashioned dunking stool. Similarly, in indoor settings bathtubs and shower stalls are also favorite bondage props.

Thus far, we have examined only the external mechanics of bondage. As far as personalities and emotional requirements are concerned, bondage fans may be roughly divided into three broad groups: dominant, submissive, and those who enjoy playing at both roles. Such a grouping is only roughly accurate, for within each group there are wide ranges of individual desires and preferences. Thus, one person may be highly dominant while another is only mildly dominant. Similarly, one person may be highly submissive while another may be only mildly submissive.

According to the traditional view, the male is dominant while the female is submissive. Today, it must be said that this viewpoint is a naive oversimplification. Whether one is dominant or submissive depends on one's emotional requirements and not upon whether one happens to possess a penis or vagina. Thus, we have dominant men and submissive men, dominant women and submissive women, and men and women who can achieve emotional satisfaction playing either role.

Since one's emotional requirements depend upon that elusive creation known as the human mind and are in no way related to one's physical characteristics, the preferences of bondage fans cannot be determined by their physical appearance. Thus, it is well known that physically well-built and aggressive men often like to play the submissive role and achieve great emotional satisfaction in being put through their paces by an attractive bondage mistress. Similarly, a petite, shapely, and highly feminine woman may be quite dominant.

Although bondage activities most frequently take place within a heterosexual context, bondage activities sometimes have homosexual connotations. This is patently the case where both the aggressor and the victim are of the same sex. It is also subliminally the case in certain situations where, for example, a dominant female who requires a male victim to wear feminine clothing may be satisfying her own unconscious lesbian tendencies.

Most bondage sessions are restricted to two individuals but that is not always the case. Bondage fans frequently make contacts with others who share their interests, sometimes only to exchange correspondence but often to arrange meetings. Such meetings may involve only an inspection of bondage equipment or photographs, but may also involve a bondage demonstration or a "swap bondage" session. Wife-swapping clubs composed only of bondage fans are also known to exist. In addition, couples who are interested in bondage occasionally like to have a third party participate in their sessions. In nearly all cases, the third party is a female. In some cases, the third party serves only as a nonparticipating witness to the bondage session. To the uninitiated, this might seem quite puzzling. However, there is a logical explanation for it. Although most of us are unaware of it, we all possess some exhibitionistic tendencies. For example, an extremely modest woman can manage to wear a transparent blouse or short skirt if persuaded that the dictates of fashion require her to do so, and in so doing she will satisfy her unconscious exhibitionistic tendencies. Persons with masochistic tendencies tend to have stronger exhibitionistic desires than the average person. Thus, the humiliation of being observed in bondage by a third person serves to gratify the victim's unconscious exhibitionistic tendencies. This is confirmed by the fact that it is often the victim who suggests that a third party be present at the session.

Although witnesses sometimes serve only in a nonparticipating manner, it is more common for the witness to serve as a participant. Occasionally, the witness plays the role of the victim or co-victim. More frequently, however, the witness serves in an active capacity either as the aggressor's assistant or as the sole aggressor. Thus, couples who have strongly submissive tendencies find it particularly exciting to be put through a session by an attractive bondage mistress. She can tie them together and torment them in ways that would be impossible if they were alone, and at the same time her presence will gratify their unconscious exhibitionistic tendencies.

To augment the victim's fantasies of helplessness, multi-party bondage activities are often conducted according to a simulated but highly realistic scenario. One of the most common scenarios might be called "the kidnaper fantasy." For example, one submissive couple might discreetly arrange to have themselves "kidnapped" by a dominant couple, who takes the victims to their home and subjects them to a weekend of bizarre bondage ordeals. A similar fantasy calls for the victim to be the captive of pirates or other brigands. Another and quite common fantasy scenario calls for the victim to be a political prisoner, usually at the hands of the Gestapo. In such situations, highly realistic costumes are often worn by all parties to add to the illusion of reality. Participants in such games often find that they get completely carried away by their roles and act out their parts quite convincingly.

The foregoing comments should not be construed to mean that such games are played only in multiparty situations. Many couples play similar games and use costumes suitable to the part they are playing. For example, one favorite fantasy among submissive females 'is that of being tied up and raped by an attacker. This can be accomplished quite easily by having the husband or boyfriend, masked to conceal his identity, playing the role of the attacker. A similar fantasy game calls for the female to play the role of exotic spy trapped in the coils of the secret police and subjected to various bondage ordeals to make her "confess." Or she may play the role of a victim of a white slaver. In reverse situations, the male may play the role of a naughty schoolboy being disciplined by his teacher or nurse. Or he may play the role of a pilot downed in the jungle who becomes the captive of an Amazon. Similarly, he may be a political prisoner who becomes the victim of a lady member of the Gestapo or secret police.

When the fact that the varieties of bondage are limited only by the imaginations of the participants is coupled with the realization that bondage fans possess extremely vivid and inventive imaginations, we realize that the varieties of bondage are almost limitless. In part, this helps to account for the rising popularity of bondage in recent years. The sexual revolution has meant greater awareness, more inquisitiveness about sexual matters, and a desire to experiment with all facets of sex. More than anything else, a sexual sophisticate looks for variety, and variety is one thing bondage has to offer in abundance.

The following case histories will serve to illustrate some of the varieties of bondage.

Case History No. 1

Bill and Karen J. are a young couple living in a western suburb of Chicago. Bill is thirty-two and works as a free-lance photographer, a line of work that allows him considerable leisure time. Karen is a long-legged brunette of twenty-six who worked as a secretary before her marriage two years ago. She possesses a figure suitable for modeling, and Bill has used her as a model for several pin-up layouts that he has sold to various men's magazines.

The two of them are avid bondage enthusiasts. "Bill got me hooked on it shortly after we started going together," Karen explained. "We've always been quite open with each other, and one evening after we started dating he explained his ideas about bondage and sex to me and even showed me some illustrated magazines on the subject. I'll admit I was a little shocked at first. Although I consider myself a liberal on sexual matters, I bad never really heard of bondage except in a rather vague way, and had never dreamed there was such widespread interest in the subject.

"It took Bill awhile to talk me into it, and then I agreed to go along with it only on an experimental basis. The first night, I remember, he only tied my hands together behind my back and then necked with me awhile. Although he left my clothes in place, he let his hands roam a little, and I can still remember how deliciously embarrassed and exciting it was when I realized I couldn't do a thing to stop him! For some reason, I have always been a little inhibited, and finding myself helpless like that was a terrific release for me.

"Bill had had enough experience to know not to push me too far too fast, and instead brought me along gradually. At the second session, he also tied my wrists behind my back and then tied my legs together at the ankle and just above the knees. He pulled my skirt up a little more than was necessary to do that, and, although I was wearing pantyhose, I still found myself blushing furiously and thoroughly enjoying being handled in this fashion. After that, he sort of took advantage of me with his hands and I really loved it!

"By this time, I was really interested in the subject and anxious to experiment with the more far-out things. The third session was really my initiation as a bondagette. Allowing me at my insistence to remain fully dressed, Bill tied me to a wooden armchair with a number of clothesline ropes. And I mean tied! After tying my wrists and arms securely to the arms of the chair, he tied me to the chair at the waist. To my embarrassment, he also tied me to the chair with two ropes, one around my torso just above my breasts and the other just below. By this time, I was beginning to feel as helpless as a trussed-up chicken!

"Next, he tied my ankles very securely to the front legs of the chair. When he had me like this, he took advantage of me by pulling my dress up all the way! I'm basically very modest and I'm afraid I just screamed and begged him not to embarrass me that way. That evening I had worn regular-length black nylons and he didn't stop until my stocking tops, garters, bare thighs, and even part of my panties were on view. Trussed-up as I was, there was nothing I could do except sit there and blush.

"By protesting a little too much, I got myself introduced to a gag. That was a completely new experience for me, and at first I didn't think I could stand it. Bill used a rubber ball strung on a rope, and that ball really pried my jaws and teeth apart. Although I could moan and make animal-type noises through the gag, there was no way I could effectively communicate with him. Feeling really helpless and a little scared, I knew I just had to sit there and submit to whatever he had in mind.

"Without even bothering to ask my permission, he proceeded to take some snapshots of me sitting there showing everything like that! Although I laugh about it today, I nearly died with embarrassment at the time. We still have some of those shots and perhaps you'd like to see them."

Reaching into a small drawer, she brought out some glossy 8x10 photographs. The snapshots showed Karen shackled to the chair and gagged in the manner she had described. She was fully dressed in a form-fitting knit dress but, as she had described, her dress had been pulled up to reveal long, shapely legs, dark stocking tops, white thighs traversed by dark garter belt supporters, and a glimpse of her black panties. Her pretty face showed considerable strain and distress from the effects of the red rubber ball shoved between her teeth and tied tightly in place by the rope on which it was strung. The entire effect of the photos, taken at different angles, was highly erotic and appealing.

"After getting it all recorded on camera," Karen continued, blushing slightly, "Bill began fondling me with his hands--not too roughly but very firmly as if to emphasize his complete control over me. Of course, I couldn't do a thing to stop him! I just had to sit there squirming and getting hotter by the minute. If I could have talked, I would have been just begging him to put it to me any way he wanted.

"When he saw how worked up I was, he untied me from the chair but made me leave the gag in place. He then led me into the bedroom and undressed me completely, deliberately taking his time about it in a manner that I found quite maddening. He then had me stretch out supine on the bed, and he tied my wrists to the bedposts in a spread-eagle position. Tied and gagged like that, I had no choice but to lie there squirming while he proceeded to disrobe. As might be expected, he was thoroughly aroused.

"I was expecting him to jump right on top of me, but it was even wilder than that. Grasping my ankles with his hands, he pulled my legs apart and knelt on the bed between them. He then began pulling my legs back until my knees were nearly touching my breasts and my calves were resting on his shoulders."

As Karen, who was blushing prettily by this time, paused to light a cigarette, it was easy to imagine those beautiful long legs of hers being drawn back in the manner she had described. "Well, to go on," she continued. "While I let my legs dangle down his back, he used his fingers to gently pull the lips of my vulva apart and then proceeded to bury his face right in it!

"I was already hot anyway, and that really did it! When he worked his tongue around inside of me, flicking my clitoris from time to time, only that gag prevented me from screaming with excitement. I was really pumping my hips and of course I was about as wet as a girl can get. Being tied up and totally helpless to stop him from tormenting me like that made it all the more exciting.

"Finally, he stretched out on top of me and I felt my vaginal canal expanding as he inserted that rock-hard lance of his. Kissing my gagged mouth all over, he began pumping back and forth with a very rhythmic motion. Despite all that had happened, he had amazing self-control and really knew how to time himself. For my part, I was nearly going insane. Fighting against the bonds and wriggling around under him in a manner that I would previously have thought completely shameless, I found myself experiencing my first multiple orgasm by the time he had reached his climax.

"He left me tied up like that for a few minutes afterward, apparently to give me a little time to think about my new status as his helpless bondagette. He then untied me and we took a long hot shower together. Although that first real taste of erotic, really sexual bondage had left me emotionally drained, the shower refreshed me considerably and I found myself ready for some more bizarre sex as soon as we had dried ourselves off.

"Bill was as delighted as he was surprised when I boldly told him that I was ready for some more whenever he was. After thinking a moment, he told me to get dressed up in garter belt, hose, high heels, and my kid gloves while he waited in the living room. I had never dressed fetish-style before, and I'm afraid I blushed scarlet and felt thoroughly brazen when I appeared in the living room a few minutes later wearing only my elbow-length black kid gloves, black garter belt, very sheer black nylons, and what were then my highest heels--a pair of patent leather pumps with slim three-inch heels.

"Bill didn't waste much time depriving me of my freedom. I had been trying to preserve a little modesty by covering myself with my gloved hands, but he soon put a stop to that by strapping my wrists together behind my back with a leather strap. He then blindfolded me with a folded black scarf that left me totally in darkness. Next, my knees and ankles were tightly lashed together with two leather straps. Once again I felt all my limbs confined and knew that I was completely under his control.

"As he forced me to a kneeling position on the carpet, I could feel my excitement rising once again. Fastening a rope to the strap at my wrists, he booked the rope around the strap at my ankles and drew it up short until my wrists and ankles were in contact. He then tied that rope securely, leaving my torso and head drawn back at an angle that left me feeling very vulnerable in front.

"Although I couldn't see a thing, I could sense that he had pulled up a chair and was seated right in front of me. Since he had not gagged me, I had a pretty good idea what he had in mind and I could feel my heart beginning to pound rather rapidly. You see, I had always had something of a block about performing fellatio for anyone, and Bill was well aware of this.

"In a moment, I felt the tip of his penis brushing against my cheek. He was holding my head firmly with both hands, preventing me from turning my face away. It didn't take him long to work up an erection, and he began tormenting my face and throat with the head of his thing. It was deeply humiliating for me to be abused in that manner, but I must admit that I found it bizarre and exciting.

When he finally told me to put it in my mouth, to my own surprise I was ready and eager to do so.

"With the blindfold cutting off my vision, I had to grope a little, but my mouth finally found the tip of his penis. Opening my mouth as far as I could, I began working that big hard muscle into my mouth. It pried my jaws and teeth apart much in the same manner as the gag had done, and I could almost feel it throbbing with excitement. It was so big that I thought I would surely choke on it, but I managed to get it in much farther than I would have imagined possible.

"Kneeling there bound helplessly and blindfolded with that big masculine thing completely filling my mouth, I felt completely debased but highly aroused. I began suckling on it with an abandon I would never have dreamed possible. Although it really wasn't necessary, he was holding my head down with both hands so that there would be no escape. Finally, he rose part way out of his chair and I found myself with a very nice warm mouthful. When he released me afterwards, he reciprocated by bringing me to a climax with his tongue.

"Of course, after this experience I was hooked on erotic bondage. Since that time, bondage has been an integral part of our life in general and sex life in particular. Bill has numerous bondage devices in his collection and I have various costumes to wear during our bondage sessions. The two of us like considerable variety in our bondage sessions, and Bill can be quite ingenious in dreaming up ways to tie me up and torment me almost beyond endurance."

Case History No. 2

Maxine L. and Jeff R. are a young couple who live in Milwaukee. Jeff is twenty-six, a college graduate who teaches school. Maxine is also a schoolteacher. She is a five-foot-four brunette of twenty-five with a full, buxom figure. In public, she dresses in a conservative manner that does not emphasize her figure, wears horn-rimmed glasses, and wears her long brown hair done in a tight bun at the nape of her neck. To casual acquaintances and even close friends, she seems like a completely average young woman. They would receive something of a shock if suddenly confronted with the truth about her.

"There is more than one side to Maxine, and the same's the case with me," Jeff explained. The three of us were seated in Maxine's small but cozy apartment in downtown Milwaukee. Wearing a navy-blue suit, beige hose, and dark pumps with medium heels, Maxine looked like any young woman schoolteacher might. In fact, with her glasses and conservative hairdo, she looked rather unprepossessing.

Jeff handed over a 4x5 photograph of a young woman wearing an exotic leather costume. Her gleaming black leather dress was tightly molded to her buxom figure, and cut in a wide V down the front, past the cleavage of her full bosom. The dress was hemmed to end at mid-thigh, leaving the welt of her black stockings partly on view. She was wearing knee-length high-heel black leather boots, which were laced down the front from knee to toe. The heels must have been four inches high, and left her feet arched in a manner resembling a ballet dancer.

She was wearing arm-length black leather gloves. Her long brown hair was worn loose and hung nearly to her waist, and she was heavily made up. It took me a few moments to realize that the young woman in the picture was in fact Maxine! The two of them grinned when they realized how I had nearly been deceived.

"We both love leather and bondage," Maxine explained. She handed over another photograph of herself. In this one she was wearing only boots, stockings, tiny bikini panties made of black leather, a matching bra-halter made of rubber, and an old- fashioned-looking, extremely severe black corset. The corset, which appeared to be heavily boned, pinched her waist in to almost unbelievably narrow proportions, which had the corresponding effect of expanding her bosom and hips. In the photograph, she was shown under complete restraint, bound in a standing position to a vertical metal pipe with various lengths of rope. Her wrists were pulled behind the pipe in a crossed position and tied securely, While her elbows were tied tightly together in a manner that left her forearms in contact. Ropes were tied around her torso and the pipe just below her breasts, at her waist, and just above her hips. Her legs were tied together at the ankles and knees, and then tied to the pipe with additional ropes. Her mouth fully packed with what appeared to be some cloth material, she was gagged with a black scarf.

"With us, bondage and leather garments go hand in hand," Maxine related. "During our bondage parties, I always wear something made of leather." As if to prove her point, she began handing over various photographs of herself. All of them featured her in a wide variety of leather outfits, ranging all the way from brief leather panties to complete leather costumes. In several of them, she was dressed from head to toe in leather, including leather helmets tightly molded around her head. In all of the photos, she was under some form of physical restraint, bound with ropes or leather straps and nearly always gagged in some fashion. The bondage positions revealed a great deal of imagination, ranging from casual and easily maintained positions to positions that involved total restraint and must have been quite uncomfortable.

"I have always been interested in leather outfits, boots and skirts and that sort of thing," Maxine replied when asked about her interest in leather. "However, it wasn't until after I started dating Jeff that I learned that really bizarre, far-out leather garments could be obtained. Since he loves leather perhaps even more than I do, he started encouraging me to build up a wardrobe. We're still building our collection, in fact, and I don't suppose we'll really ever get enough items to suit us. I like the feel of leather, particularly tight-fitting leather costumes, but there's more to it than that. Normally, I'm a somewhat inhibited person. However, for some reason when I'm wearing leather it's different! And that's particularly true when I'm wearing one of my more bizarre leather outfits. I really let my hair down, both literally and figuratively. It's hard to explain why, but that's the way it is.

"My introduction to bondage was Jeff's idea," Maxine answered, when asked about her interest in bondage. "Although it's hard to remember now, I don't think I had even heard of bondage--erotic bondage, I mean-until Jeff suggested it. I suppose any girl would be reluctant at first, and I know I was. However, I knew I could trust Jeff and I began to let him experiment with me.

"It didn't take me long to discover that the idea was quite appealing. At first, Jeff would do something simple such as trying my hands behind my bark and perhaps tying my ankles together. He would then sort of torment me with his hands, not going too far but making it clear that I was really under his control. Although it was highly embarrassing to be so helpless and at his mercy like that, I really found it exciting. It really made me feel feminine to be mastered like that. You must remember that this took place just after we had started dating, at a time when I was still reluctant to have sex with him.

"With each new bondage session, Jeff kept adding something different and I found it all quite interesting. At the same time, he was continually pressuring me to have sex with him. My resistance grew weaker with each date and I finally gave in, although I told him there was one condition. I wanted it to be a very special occasion, with plenty of leather and bondage, so that neither of us would ever forget it.

"It all worked out better than we had expected. Jeff got permission to use the cottage his parents own up on Lake Winnebago for the following weekend. We drove up there on Friday afternoon as soon as school was out, the trunk and backseat of the car filled with bondage equipment and costumes. Before leaving I let my hair down all the way back and then tied it Viking-style in a single braid at the back of my neck. I then changed into a very brief mini-dress that I had never worn publicly before, together with charcoal-colored pantyhose and high-heeled patent leather pumps.

"That weekend I really found out what it was like to be a bondagette, and it all started the minute we got into the car! On an impulse, Jeff decided that some partial restraint was in order right then and there. As a result, I soon found my hands tied behind my back while my knees and ankles were tied together quite tightly. He then pulled my mini-dress back until the body-sheath of my pantyhose was well on display. Blushing and helpless, I sat like that all the way to Lake Winnebago.

"The white rope made a vivid contrast with my dark pantyhose, so anyone who looked in the car could have seen that I was tied up. Although that was exquisitely embarrassing and made me feel very anxious, I also found it kind of exciting to think that someone might see me in bondage with my dress pulled up so boldly.

"Jeff wouldn't untie me even after we reached the cottage. Instead, after helping me out of the car be escorted me up the driveway with my legs and wrists still tied. Hopping and feeling thoroughly embarrassed and silly, I was just sure someone would drive along the road and see me, but no one did. He finally got me inside the cottage where he stood me facing a wall in the corner, while be unpacked the car.

"Finally, I was released and allowed to change into a leather outfit. This consisted of the leather dress that you saw in the first photograph, arm-length black kid gloves, black nylon hose and garter belt, and my best pair of boots--four-inch high-heeled patent leather boots that come over the knee and are laced all the way down in front. Jeff laced me into the boots himself, making me sit on a chair with my hands tied behind my back while he did so.

"To get us in the mood for sex, we began experimenting with various bondage positions. The furniture in the cottage was mostly of the outdoor wooden type that is ideal for bondage. Over the space of the next couple of hours, I found myself tied in various positions over the chairs, the tables, and the bed. I didn't utter a peep to complain, mainly because my mouth was fully packed with an oversize handkerchief held firmly in place by a scarf tied at the back of my head. At some stage of the proceedings, Jeff added a combination mask and helmet made of leather that completely covered my head and the upper half of my face, leaving me in total blackness. While tying me in these various positions, he was continually using his hands to caress and pinch and otherwise torment me. Since I was wearing nothing beneath my leather dress except my garter belt, I was completely defenseless against his hands. Getting felt up when you can't do a thing to protect yourself is always twice as exciting, and I'm sure it wasn't hard for him to see the reaction I was having.

"During this time I could hear him hammering and doing some work of some sort, but it wasn't until later that I discovered that he had been fastening a couple of pulleys to one of the beams in the cottage ceiling. Finally I was untied and while still masked and gagged was led to a position directly under the pulleys. Jeff tied my gloved wrists together very securely, and then tied that rope to another rope strung over one of the pulleys.

"Of course, I didn't realize what was happening until my arms suddenly started pulling upward. A moment later, I was standing barely on tiptoe and every muscle of my body was pulled taut. Since I couldn't make a sound, I tried to protest by shaking my head but of course he wasn't deterred by that. My legs were free but not for long. Taking a two-foot-long metal bar with leather cuffs at each end, he quickly snapped the cuffs around my ankles which left my booted legs spread in a wide inverted V. Boy, did I feel helpless, vulnerable, and uncomfortable!

"Without further ado, he proceeded to pull my leather dress up completely to my waist, securing it there with a belt around my waist. Realizing how much I was exposing myself, I would have screamed if it weren't for the gag. As it was, I had no choice but to stand there blushing and feeling horribly immodest. Once he had me trussed up to his satisfaction, completely helpless and exposed, he started tormenting me with his hands. He even took a leather riding crop and starting smacking my bottom with it, rather lightly and just enough to make me all warm and itchy back there. He continually kept his fingers between my legs while he was doing that, and it wasn't long before he had me in a frenzy.

"I was just dying for him to take me right then and there, and was wishing he would remove the gag so I could tell him so. But he didn't have to be told what I wanted. In a few moments I suddenly felt his hard thing brushing against me and realized that he intended to take me from behind! The idea of being possessed from behind like that, as if I were some kind of animal, while all tied up and gagged, was intensely humiliating, but at the same time almost unbelievably exciting. Of course, there wasn't a thing I could do to stop him. Suddenly I felt that powerful, rock-hard muscle separating the lips of my vulva and sliding forcefully into my vagina. Gripping my breasts firmly, almost roughly, he began pumping back and forth with vigorous thrusts that nearly took my breath away. It was rough, raw, almost savage sex, and I was nearly crazy with excitement although I was intensely uncomfortable in so many ways I lost track of them. We both came with a wild spasm.

"We both needed some time to recover our bearings after that, and took time out long enough to go out for dinner. When we got back, Jeff had me change into an outfit consisting only of my long kid gloves, black garter belt, black stockings, and knee-length high-heeled boots. When I asked him what he had in mind, he told me he bad an idea that was even wilder than the first. I didn't see how that was possible, but I soon found out!

"To keep me in the dark about his plans, once again the mask- helmet was fitted over my head. He then tied my wrists behind my back, and had me sit on a cushion on the floor with my legs extended. He then fastened leather cuffs around each ankle. Up to that time, it all seemed very simple to me but I of course had no way of knowing that those leather cuffs at my ankles were attached to ropes strung over the pulleys in the ceiling!

"When my feet started moving upward, I suddenly realized what he intended to do! Up I went, feet first! Hardly before I realized what was happening, I was strung up feet first with my head completely off the floor! It's a good thing that cottage was in a rather isolated spot, because I'm sure you could have heard me screaming for blocks. Feeling my entire body swinging to-and- fro like that, I had never felt so helpless and downright terrified in my life.

"Despite my screams I was pulled up until my head was a good three feet off the floor, and the ropes were fastened to leave me in that position. Boy, was I strung up like an animal in the slaughterhouse! My legs were pulled apart in a slightly uncomfortable and horribly immodest fashion, but I was too petrified to be thinking about my modesty at such a time.

"He stepped up in front of me and I could tell that he had removed his clothing. Seeing me in that position had given him an erection and I suddenly felt that hard thing of his brushing against my lips!! He said nothing and, to my complete surprise, quickly pressed his face down between my legs and started licking my vulva!! He used his fingers to spread me well apart, and my whole body shuddered convulsively as I felt his tongue on my clitoris.

"Although I had never done such a thing before in my life,. I quickly opened my mouth and started working his hard muscle between my lips and teeth. It wasn't easy in that position, but I soon had my mouth bulging with rock-hard cock. He was sucking me and I was soon reciprocating. Imagine me, that prim little schoolteacher, strung up like an animal and sucking like crazy on bone-hard masculine cock!! I felt wild, almost depraved, and could hardly believe it was really me. I soon creamed with by far the wildest orgasm I had ever had, and about the same time he gave me a real mouthful.

"We spent the remainder of that weekend trying out other bondage positions and stunts. After that, I was a confirmed bondage addict and so was Jeff. These days, the two of us consider bondage and sex synonymous."