"For the past couple of years, my husband and I have experimented with bondage and we both agree that it has added a great deal of spice to our sex life!"

The above statement, by a pretty young woman, demonstrates the growing acceptance of bondage as a form of erotic foreplay by many of today's married couples. As modern couples continue to experiment with wider variations of sexual activity, bondage and other sexual games once thought to be kinky, or even perverse, have enjoyed a surprising surge in popularity. We have already examined some of the reasons underlying this development, and in this chapter we will review this phenomenon specifically within the marital context and with particular reference to situations where the female plays the submissive role.

Although there are a variety of reasons why married couples indulge in bondage activities, there appear to be two principal explanations. In the first place, male-dominant bondage allows the parties to enact erotic fantasies that conform with traditional concepts about the appropriate role for each sex. In a confusing world of changing sexual patterns, women's liberation, and even female domination, male-dominant bondage sessions reassert the old-fashioned concepts that equate femininity and helplessness, masculinity and aggressiveness. Thus, in commenting about their bondage sessions, many married couples make the point that bondage allows them to play traditional roles denied to them in real life. Remarks one young housewife: "Of course, the days when a man could simply hit a woman over the head with a club and drag her off to his cave are long past. But I think a lot of us still have a longing for the cave-man type and the concept of the aggressive man overpowering the female. With my husband and myself, bondage helps us to act out these fantasies. It makes me feel more feminine and I think it makes my husband feel more masculine."

The second principal reason underlying the growing popularity of marital bondage has been the discovery that bondage often works wonders in releasing inhibitions. Even in this relatively enlightened age, many women come from backgrounds that are astonishingly repressive as far as sex is concerned. Such women often develop strong inhibitions about sex, and, when they allow themselves to indulge in sexual activity, they experience correspondingly strong guilt feelings. For such women, bondage provides a neat solution for their problems. Bound in helpless subjugation, they can indulge in various sexual acts with reduced or no feelings of guilt since they can rationalize that they are being forced to submit and have no choice in the matter. This is particularly true with respect to fellatio. Many women with strong inhibitions about oral sex find that they can perform, and even enjoy, fellatio when tightly bound and "forced" to perform the act. Remarks one housewife: "Before discovering bondage, I couldn't possibly have performed fellatio. Now, when I'm trussed up to the point where I can barely budge, I find that it's not only easy but quite enjoyable. But I must have the feeling that I'm being forced to do it."

Another woman described her husband's bondage-fellatio technique as follows: "When my husband decides that a bondage session is in order for me, I must dress only in bra, panties, garter belt, nylon stockings, and high heels. Dressed like that and carrying some clothesline rope for him to tie me up with, I have to report to the living room. My hands and elbows are tied tightly behind my back and my legs are tied at the ankle and knee, leaving me completely helpless.

"I am then placed face-down over a rather long wooden coffee table with my head extending over one end. My husband then sits on a hassock in front of me so that my head is in his lap where I can fellate him. He likes to stretch these sessions out as long as possible, making me use every trick in the book with my mouth and tongue to please him. He keeps his hands on my head so that he can maneuver me as he wishes.

"Believe it or not, I really enjoy being tormented like that. To me, being tied up completely helpless and having my mouth filled with that bone-hard thing of his is terribly exciting. We both enjoy seeing how far I can take it in, and it gets pretty rugged at times. Yes, I always take his climax in my mouth. In fact, he likes for me to leave it in afterward until it really begins to go soft."

The foregoing comments should not be construed to mean that bondage serves to relieve inhibitions only upon the part of the female partner. In fact, many men find that they are able to perform much more adequately sexually when their female partner is in bondage. "My wife and I are both ardent bondage fans," reports one man. "I can be dead tired but the sight of her in scanty attire and tied up in some manner can always get me going."

The following case histories will illustrate the bondage practices of some modern married couples.

Case History No. 5

Sheila and Bryan L. are a married couple living in the Cleveland area. A college graduate of thirty, Bryan is a civil engineer. Sheila is a pretty honey blonde of twenty-seven who works as a fashion coordinator. She has an excellent figure and was a finalist in the Miss Ohio contest several years ago. The two of them have been married for three years.

"Bryan got me started on bondage before we were married," Sheila related. "At first, it was just mild things such as tying my hands behind my back when we were alone together in his car. It was a completely new experience for me, of course, and while it was a little uncomfortable and embarrassing at first, I soon began to find it enjoyable and a little exciting.

"It soon became something of a regular thing for me to be restrained in some manner when we were out on dates together. Some of it was just in fun, of course. For example, sometimes he would take me to a drive-in restaurant with my hands tied behind my back. Despite my protests, he would leave me tied up and would feed me by hand himself. Of course, that always made me feel like a helpless baby.

"And of course sex was involved. When my hands were tied behind me, he always made sure that my skirt was up so that my pantyhose were well on display. Naturally, there was nothing I could do to keep his hands from roaming, and I invariably wound up blushing hotly and having my clothes in complete disarray. Although I'm not exactly the inhibited type, I still found that it was even more exciting to be helpless and unable to resist his advances. Compared with some of the dates I had had, it was nice to feel that I was with a fellow who knew how to master a woman.

"The first time we went all the way together, it was sort of an accident. By that I mean neither of us had actually planned for it to happen that way. it was a warm summer day and we had gone on a picnic together in a rather isolated wooded area near where I lived at the time. I remember that I was wearing just a brief halter, white short shorts, and sandals. Bryan had put some lengths of rope in the picnic basket, and after lunch persuaded me to let him tie me up. He put me in a standing position against the trunk of a tree, tying my wrists together behind me and wrapping the ends of the rope around the trunk of the tree. He then tied my torso to the tree just above and just below my halter, making the ropes quite tight and putting just enough pressure on my breasts to make me squirm a little.

"I guess he had been planning to tie my legs together, but things never got quite that far. I could see that he had a pretty big lump in his pants, and apparently the sight of me all trussed up and vulnerable like that finally got to him. Anyway, the next thing I knew he was unbuttoning my shorts! Of course, I screamed and protested, as any girl would under the circumstances. Remember that it was broad daylight and there was a possibility that anyone could have come upon us.

"Well, despite my screams and protests, I was quickly deprived of my shorts, and there I stood blushing in a very skimpy pair of white panties. I begged Bryan to replace my shorts for me, but instead he promptly began lowering my panties! Of course, I nearly died at that. Screaming and just begging him not to do such a thing to me, I just had to stand there and watch as my panties came down my legs, right off me, and into Bryan's pocket. There I stood, wearing only my halter and sandals!

"Of course, you know what happened next. Despite my blushes, screams, protests, and frantic efforts to break loose, I didn't have a chance. Bryan didn't waste a second getting his pants open, and of course it was standing straight up. Just as if I were some kind of animal, he shoved his hands between my legs and jerked them apart, lifting me right off my feet until my thighs were parallel with the ground. He then stepped between my legs and sat me down on it, real hard!

"Oh, was that ever wild! Of course it was rape, although that word didn't specifically occur to me at the time. Trussed-up like that, I couldn't do a thing to protect myself, and wound up crying and begging Bryan to have mercy on me. He had his hands under my hips by this time and kept moving me up and down, while at the same time vigorously pumping his own hips.

"I was soon nearly out of breath and almost in hysterics. But for some reason, being trussed-up like that and taken in such a brutal, almost savage, manner was wildly exciting. Despite my tears and pleas for mercy, I could feel myself getting more worked up by the moment. It hurt and my whole body ached, but I loved it. I remember thinking that someone might discover us like that and would obviously think that Bryan was raping me, but that thought just seemed to make it all the more exciting.

"We both came to a climax in a short time, and I think my own orgasm was even more intense than his. Bryan was a little sheepish afterward, but I quickly assured him that I really loved it no matter how I had carried on. Of course, after that experience we were really into bondage as a form of erotic foreplay. I started reading up on it so that I could know as much about it as Bryan.

"We began collecting bondage equipment of various types, and I began to experiment with various costumes. Partly I suppose because of that first experience--both of us have a strong preference for outdoor bondage scenes. We have a weekend cottage some miles from town, and we like to get there as often as we can for a bondage weekend. There are some excellent bondage props in the cottage, but we prefer to get outdoors as much as possible. Not only are outdoor scenes attractive, but there's always the possibility that someone will discover us--which I always find very exciting."

Like many bondage fans, Sheila and Bryan like to photograph some of their sessions. Sheila showed me a set of eight outdoor photos taken of her during a recent weekend at their cottage. The photos were so much better than commercially available photos that one could tell at a glance that the two of them were genuine bondage enthusiasts.

In all of the photos, Sheila is fully dressed in long-sleeved blouse with bare midriff, short black pleated skirt, rolled black nylons, and black patent leather pumps with three-inch spike heels. The photos all show her seated on the ground with her hands and elbows tied behind her back, while a scarf gag covers her mouth completely. In some of the photos her legs are free, while in others her ankles are tied in a crossed position.

In a couple of the photos, her knees are also tied together with an additional rope passed under her knees and around the back of her neck, forcing her knees nearly into contact with her chin. In all of the photos, her short black dress has been allowed to ride up over the tops of her rolled black stockings, leaving a glimpse of bare white thigh on view and making a highly appealing display of shapely legs in black nylons and high heels.

"As you can see from the photos," Sheila explained, "we like imaginative costuming. I almost always wear hose and heels, even during outdoor sessions in the woods where it's more than a little difficult to get around on spike heels. Even during very informal sessions when I'm wearing just blouse and shorts, Bryan always insists that I wear high heels.

"If we can't get away to the cottage for the weekend, then we arrange a session at home. I think that all of the furniture in our house has been used as a bondage prop at one time or another. Since I like the sensation of being raped, I am often tied in a position that leaves me vulnerable in one way or another. Sometimes he will tie me and make me wait for what seems like hours, but waiting seems to make it all the more exciting.

"At home, we also do outdoor bondage scenes whenever it's feasible. We have some lawn furniture in back that is ideal for this purpose, and also some trees that we use from time to time. For example, one of his favorite tricks is to take me outdoors on a warm day just at dusk and tie me to one of those trees in a vulnerable position. He then goes away and leaves me by myself, sometimes for an hour or even longer. That's an experience that is not only uncomfortable but a little scary, but there's nothing I can do but wait. His usual practice is to wait until it's really dark and then sneak up and attack me before I realize what's happening. Believe me, that's an experience! Sometimes in the dark I'm not even sure it's him, and it's a good thing I'm always tightly gagged on such occasions or everyone in the neighborhood would hear me screaming. But, no matter how many times we've done it, I still get the wildest orgasms when I'm attacked like that.

"Another bondage game we like to play is called Abduction. To make it more exciting for me, I'm never given any advance notice when he plans one of these sessions. He will suddenly grab me, usually at a time when I don't even realize he's in the house, and quick as a jiffy I'll be tied, gagged, and sometimes even blindfolded. He then dumps me over his shoulder like I'm a sack of flour, hauls me out to the car, and tosses me in the trunk. We then go for a drive out in the country somewhere. Of course, it's pitch-black and uncomfortable in the trunk anyway, and it seems as if he deliberately chooses the roughest country roads and has an absolute genius for hitting every chuckhole in the road. As a result, I get bounced around like a basketball, but of course there isn't a thing I can do to make it easier for myself. When we get to some rural and isolated area, he will stop the car and haul me out of the trunk. Tossing me over his shoulder, he will carry me off someplace where we can't be seen from the road and rape me. Once I remember he positioned me face-down over a tree stump, bared my bottom, and without further ado proceeded to take me from the rear.

"These abduction games involve some really rough bondage and sex, but that makes it more exciting for both of us. We're always trying to think up new games along this line. For example, one time I played the role of the attractive female spy caught by the secret police. That time I wound up supine and spread-eagled on the kitchen table wearing only garter belt and hose, while a sawed-off broomstick served as a dildo as I performed fellatio for him!

"Thus far, the two of us have never attempted to get in touch with others who might share our interests. I'm sure that our ideas are pretty far-out for most people, and I'd like to see the expressions on some of our friends' faces if they discovered some of the things we like to do. But there can be no doubt that bondage and rough sex have added a great deal of spice to our life."

Case History No. 6

Carol P. is a willowy blonde of thirty who lives in a well-to-do suburban area of St. Louis with her husband Jim, an architect. A shapely and vivacious woman who worked as a restaurant hostess prior to her marriage, Carol has been married for four years. She and her husband are dyed-in-the-wool bondage fans and the two of them engage in regular sessions.

With Carol's complete acquiescence, Jim is the dominant member of the twosome. Carol's life is regulated down to the last detail and in ways that other couples would not even consider. For example, Jim is in complete charge of Carol's wardrobe and selects all of her clothing for her. He even has a code of dress regulations that she must abide by at all times. For example, Carol is forbidden to even own a girdle even though she is rather girlishly plump in the hips and, in her opinion at least, needs a girdle at times. Like many men, Jim also has an aversion to pantyhose and requires Carol to wear regular-length stockings and garter belt instead. "As short as skirts are these days, I have to be very careful," Carol says. "But even so, there are times when I just can't help showing hose tops and garters, such as when I'm getting out of the car. Although it's very embarrassing for me, Jim insists that it's really sexy and won't have it any other way."

When the two of them are alone around the house on evenings and weekends, the dress regulations require Carol to go about the house in ultra-short skirts that continually display stocking tops. "I've never really gotten used to the idea of going around with my long legs constantly on display like that." Carol flushed a little as she spoke. "But I must admit that it keeps Jim interested in me."

Around the house, Carol is expected to wait on Jim hand and foot, catering to his every whim no matter how unreasonable it might be. At times, she is required to serve him while fettered in serving shackles. This consists of leather-and-chain hobbles at the ankles and stainless steel cuffs at the wrists. Both the hobbles and the cuffs have ten-inch connecting chains, which permit her to move about and perform any assigned task although she must be careful. Any complaints by Carol on such occasions may result in her serving a sentence in an antique metal scold's bridle that Jim acquired at considerable expense from a private collector.

Another antique bondage device that Jim owns is a chastity belt picked up in England a few years ago. He particularly enjoys making Carol wear it when they go out for an evening. "Deliciously embarrassing is the only way you can describe it," Carol remarked about the chastity belt. "Of course, others don't know I'm wearing it but I'm still very self-conscious about it. And I always have to be careful that the outline of it doesn't show through my clothes."

Along with bondage, the two of them share a mutual interest in dunking. They have an outdoor swimming pool in their backyard that is well secluded and often serves as the stage for their bondage sessions. Jim has even installed lights so that the pool can be used for nighttime bondage sessions. In their garage, he keeps a modern replica of an old-fashioned dunking stool. This consists of a solid wood armchair securely attached to a twelve-foot-long four-by-four. When removed from the garage, the arrangement can be mounted on an inconspicuous platform at the side of the pool where it serves as an efficient dunking stool.

"We've had several interesting episodes with that dunking stool," Carol related. "In fact, the latest occurred just last Saturday and in broad daylight. I had just returned from a shopping trip where I had had my hair done for a party we were going to that night. It was a warm day and I was wearing a light but form-fitting summer dress, beige hose, and white pumps.

"As soon as I got home, Jim called me out to the backyard. When I saw that dunking stool in position at the side of the pool, I knew only too well what he had in mind. Of course, I tried to beg off, telling him among other things that it would simply ruin my new hairdo. But when he has his mind made up on something like that, there really isn't much point arguing with him, and I soon found myself seated in that chair.

"As usual, he tied me securely to the chair with various clothesline ropes. My wrists and arms were tied to the arms of the chair, while my ankles and knees were tied to the front legs of the chair. To make it more embarrassing for me and interesting for him, my dress and white slip were gathered up to the tops of my legs-leaving stocking tops, garters, and bare thighs completely on display. Of course, I kept pleading with him to spare me at least until the party was over, but he wasn't even listening.

"The next thing I knew the chair was swinging out over the water and, as usual, I was squealing as loud as I could. After pausing for a moment to torment me, he simply released the chair and I went down like a rock. In nothing flat, I was totally immersed in the water. Oh, is that ever a horrible feeling to be trapped down there like that! Although I know Jim isn't going to let me drown, it's still almost impossible to keep from panicking when you're so helpless like that. As usual, Jim left me down there about as long as I could stand it, and I thought my lungs were going to burst before I finally felt the chair being lifted. Finally I emerged from the water, totally soaked of course and feeling very much like a drowned rat. Needless to say, my new hairdo was totally in ruins.

"Jim let me sit there at the side of the pool for a few minutes still tied in that chair. Soaking wet and with my skirts still pulled up over my nylons, I know I made quite a sight. Jim, who thinks that there is nothing more appealing than a girl who is soaking wet and tied up at the same time, couldn't take his eyes off me and I knew the session was far from over.

"Finally, Jim untied me from the chair and I got to my feet. With my light dress and slip soaked clear through like that, naturally you could see everything. Sloshing water in my shoes, I walked into the house with Jim following from the rear where he could enjoy the view. Leaving a damp trail as I went, I made it to the family room bath where Jim had me peel off everything except my garter belt and stockings.

"Still damp and shivering, I stood there trying hard not to complain as he fastened a wide leather dog collar around my neck. There was an extra-long slim leather leash attached to the collar, and from past experience I knew what that meant. He passed the leash under my legs and brought it up quite firmly right between the crevice of my buttocks, and as a result I found myself standing up on my toes. Believe me, that is a very uncomfortable and humbling way for a girl to be forced-marched to the main bedroom. On the way, I caught sight of myself in the full-length hall mirror. Oh, what a sight I made! Long-legged and looking even longer-legged on my toes like that, wearing only garter belt and hose, with that humiliating collar and strap doing their meanest--I still blush just thinking about it.

"In the bedroom, I soon found myself supine and spread-eagled on the bed with my wrists and ankles tied securely to the bedposts. Jim quickly hooked up an electric vibrator he often likes to use on me, and it didn't take him long to get it firmly fitted into my vagina. The speed of the vibrator can be regulated within quite a range, and he started it out nice and low. In a moment, I was beginning to squirm and twist quite nicely.

"He quickly peeled off his clothes and jumped on the bed astride me. In a moment he was leaning over me, allowing his thing to dangle against my face. It was partially hard to begin with, and it didn't take him long to get a good erection. I opened my mouth and began working the tip in. I like to do it nice and slow, with plenty of tongue-flicking, and I could tell that he appreciated it. He was working the vibrator adjuster with his hand, and he turned it up a notch.

"He let me work it into my mouth at my own speed. He's pretty well built down there and it's always a real mouthful to manage at first. By pausing at various stages, I managed to get it in very deep, the way he likes it. Once again he turned the vibrator up a notch and waited for a few moments while I got accustomed to having my mouth filled like that. Finally, I turned my head from side to side under him, letting him know that I was ready for him to begin stroking.

"Turning up the vibrator to make me squirm all the more, he slowly began pumping back and forth atop me. I always love this type of double assault when I'm completely helpless like that, and I was soon wriggling and moaning under him. He took his time about it, but gradually I could feel the strokes becoming faster and the penetration deeper. Every few seconds he would turn the vibrator up a little more, and soon had me pumping my pelvis with regular movements.

"Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and simply went wild! Moaning and making all kinds of animal noises, I flopped around under him as much as I could and sucked like crazy on that rock-hard stick of his. He was thrusting for-ward, hard, with each stroke, really jamming it in me nearly to my throat. That hurt, but the pain just turned me on all the more. He waited until the very last moment before turning the vibrator up to full speed. That really made me jerk around under him, and I braced myself for what I knew was going to be a real load in the mouth. He thrust forward with one final ram and I could feel the jets of warm fluid splashing against the back of my mouth. With that vibrator going full blast and his thing popping off deep inside my mouth, I felt totally conquered, completely overwhelmed. That's just the feeling I need to really set me off and I went off like a string of firecrackers.

"That's a sample of the type of bondage fun and games that Jim and I go in for. As you can see, we like costuming, dunking, bondage, and of course plenty of wild sex."

Case History No. 7

Doris and Larry W. have been married for fifteen years and both are in their late thirties. Doris is a brunette of medium height, pleasantly buxom without being overblown, who looks much younger than her actual age. The two of them live in a suburb of Chicago, where Larry works as a salesman. They are both confirmed bondage fans and have been so as long as they can remember.

"My husband and I get a little amused when we hear the under-thirty crowd acting as if they invented kinky sex," comments Doris. "My husband and I have been confirmed bondage fans, or you might more accurately say bondage-spanking fans, since our marriage fifteen years ago. And, I might add, we're just as much interested in it today as we ever were. With us, it's a way of life and we wouldn't think of changing."

In their relationship, Larry plays the dominant role. "I grew up in a home where the male was boss, but definitely," explains Doris. "My father kept my sister and me in line with spankings even when we were in our late teens and early twenties. Of course, you have to remember that this was nearly twenty years ago when things weren't so permissive as they are today, and in those days we weren't the only girls who got our bottoms warmed when we needed it.

"Those spankings were never any laughing matter either. They were always completely bare-bottom affairs, even when we were fully grown, which often meant unhooking stockings and lowering our girdles as well as our panties. Dad used his hand and an old- fashioned leather razor strap, and never stopped until the physical evidence persuaded him that we had learned our lesson. That meant flaming-red, burning-hot buttocks that stayed glowing hot for hours afterward.

"I can still vividly remember the humiliation of having to unfasten my good nylons, pulling down my girdle and panties, and hoisting my skirts before getting across Dad's knees. But the burning pain and heat of the spanking always made me overlook the humiliation, at least for the time being. Of course, all of this is ancient history now, but it does explain why I like the idea of having a man in charge of the house."

As he has done for a number of years, Larry tries to schedule at least one bondage session a week and sometimes arranges two. "As many times as we've done it," Doris explains, "I still get very apprehensive and do a lot of nail-biting beforehand. When Larry decides to conduct an evening session at home, he calls me around noon to give me advance notice. Of course, this gives me several hours to think about it and I usually manage to get myself worked up into a pretty good state.

"On such evenings, it is understood that I must be in my bondage uniform when he gets home. Although variations occur from time to time, the basic costume consists of sleeveless white satin blouse, full arm-length black kid gloves, abbreviated and very tight black satin skirt a couple of sizes too small, black nylon hose, and spike-heeled patent leather pumps. The undies must all be black: brassiere, panties, and extremely tight girdle of nylon and spandex elastic. This outfit is designed to be both appealing and restrictive, and I must say that it accomplishes both purposes. The skirt is so tight that it serves almost like a pair of hobbles, forcing me to take very tiny steps. To climb stairs or perform similar acts, I simply have to lift it out of the way. The girdle is also very tight, much tighter than I would normally wear.

"Wearing that outfit, I have to serve Larry drinks and dinner as if I were the maid. Of course, in that restrictive outfit I'm a little uncomfortable and it's difficult getting around in that tight skirt, but Larry always enjoys making me wait on him like that. Knowing, or least having a good idea of, what's in store for me afterward, I always find it is a good idea not to complain too much.

"After dinner he takes me into his study for the first stage of the ceremonies. A plain wooden chair is placed in the middle of the room, and I am required to sit backwards on it, moving as close to the back of the chair as I can get. This of course leaves my legs split well apart and pulls my skirt up to reveal stocking-tops, garters, and bare thighs. First, my gloved wrists are tied together in a crossed position in the small of my back. Next, my ankles are tied to the back legs of the chair. To make me feel all the more helpless, my thighs are then tied quite securely to the sides of the chairs by ropes wrapped tightly around my thighs just below the tops of my stockings. Of course, while this is going on there is nothing for me to do but sit there and stew. Next, he brings out the leather punishment helmet. The one we have is made of brown leather, opens with a zipper, and is mounted on a firm leather discipline collar that fits snugly around the neck. The helmet has openings only for the nostrils and the mouth, and is well padded around the ears to block out most sounds. It is quite an imposing punishment device, and I always swallow a little hard at the prospect of being imprisoned in it.

"Of course, my wishes are never consulted in the matter, and my head and neck are promptly confined in the collar and helmet. When my husband zips it up, that helmet really fits my head like a glove, even outlining my features. Of course, I can't see myself in it but Larry has taken some pictures of me in it so that I know what I look like.

"Next comes the gag, which is always mandatory as far as Larry is concerned. Although he occasionally likes to experiment, he basically prefers to employ a rubber ball with a length of rope inserted through it. I'll have to admit that that rubber ball is devilishly effective. When he pushes it between my teeth and ties the rope tightly at the base of my neck, I have no choice but to constantly bite down on the gag, and that soon has my jaws definitely feeling it.

"When I have been helmeted and gagged like that, a leather leash is attached to a ring on the front of the discipline collar. My legs are untied for the time being and I am helped to my feet. My hands are left tied behind my back but that doesn't mean they have nothing to do. My satin skirt is rolled up and I am required to hold it up with my hands."

At this point, Doris produced a photograph which showed her attired and shackled in the manner she had been describing. The photo shows her head completely encased by the leather helmet, while the rubber-ball gag forces her mouth wide apart, and the discipline collar forces her to hold her head severely upright. Her wrists are tied in a crossed position behind her back and her gloved fingers are holding up her black satin skirt to reveal plump, tapering white thighs emerging from the tops of sheer black stockings. The whole effect of the photo is of helpless and willing submission.

"Larry then takes the leash and leads me down to a spare room in the basement which we have set aside as a bondage chamber. He uses all sorts of bondage positions and, during the course of a session, I am usually tied in at least three different positions. The helmet and gag are always left in place so that I can't see what's in store for me and can't complain no matter what he does to me. He has quite an imagination, and some of those sessions can really get grueling after awhile.

"For example, at our session last week he started me out by removing my skirt and tying my legs very tightly together at the ankles and knees. He then attached a rope to the bonds at my wrists and began pulling it upward through one of several overhead devices he has installed in the ceiling. It wasn't long before I was bending very far forward, and was beginning to feel considerable strain on my arms and shoulders. He didn't stop until I was standing well up on my toes, and in fact was hardly touching the floor.

"I don't know how long he kept me in that position, perhaps just a few minutes, but it seemed like forever. It wasn't long before every muscle in my body was aching, and I was desperately trying to signal him through the gag to release me. I'm sure it was a very appealing bondage pose as far as he was concerned, but it was pretty rugged for me.

"The next position was easier, at least to begin with. Untying me completely, but leaving the helmet and gag in place, he had me stretch out supine on a low-slung wood coffee table that's about a foot high. My knees hung over the end of the table, which permitted my ankles to be tied to two of the table legs. He then passed my wrists under the coffee table and tied them somewhat loosely together. Another rope was tied around my waist and the table. That completed the bondage, which in itself was not too uncomfortable. However, as soon as he had finished restraining me, he simply turned the table over on the floor! This left me lying face down on the floor with that table right on top of me, and there wasn't a way in the world I could work my hands free. That basement floor of ours is good and hard, as I found out during the next fifteen minutes. That position wasn't painful but it was wretchedly uncomfortable, and there were times when I thought he was going to leave me there all night.

"When he released me, I thought I had had enough bondage for the evening and tried to tell him so through the gag. But he had one more position in mind and that was a session on the wheel, as we call it. We have a large, old-fashioned farm-wagon wheel mounted along one wall several feet off the floor in such a way that the wheel can be spun around quite freely. Still helmeted and gagged, I didn't realize what Larry had in mind until he stood me on a wooden box and I could feel the wheel at my back. A ride on the wheel is always wild and I found my knees getting a little weak under me at the prospect of being given a good spin. Larry quickly tied my wrists and ankles to various spokes of the wheel in a slightly spread-eagle fashion. Suddenly I felt the wheel turning, and around I went! Larry kept turning the wheel and of course it kept gathering momentum with every turn. Was that ever a wild sensation! If it hadn't been for the gag, I'm sure the neighbors could have heard me screaming. Larry didn't stop turning the wheel until I was completely breathless and hopelessly dizzy, and then he let the wheel run down of its own accord. I wound up standing on my head and simply had to remain in that position until Larry released me a few minutes later.

"I was a little wobbly on my knees and he gave me a couple of minutes to sort of recover my composure. Before proceeding once again, he had me place my hands behind my back with each palm cupping the opposite elbow. He then tied my wrists and forearms very securely together. When I felt his fingers unfastening my stocking supporters and rolling my hose neatly down to my knees, I knew what was in store for me next and really found my knees getting watery under me.

"Unzipping the zipper at the side of my girdle, Larry pulled it down with a firm yank to around my knees. As might be expected, my panties were pulled down along with it, leaving me completely bare and vulnerable around the midsection. He didn't waste much time pulling me face down over his lap, and I felt my thirty-nine inch bottom sticking up as bare as can be. As usual, there was a horrid pause, and I found myself quivering and puckering while the helmet concealed my blushes.

"He began with his hand, deliberately applying light spanks to torment me. Smacking lightly and almost gently, and leaving his palm in place for a moment afterward, he began working up one side and down the other. Helmeted, gagged, and helpless, I couldn't do much except squirm and kick my legs. In a couple of moments, he began spanking a little harder, and I could feel myself getting nicely warm and prickly. I knew I was getting pink back there, although of course I couldn't see for myself.

"After that light warmup, I suddenly found myself receiving a very crisp zinger that smacked right across the crevice and really flattened me. Of course, I bucked up and would have shrieked had it not been for the gag in my mouth. Taking his time about it, he applied about a dozen similar smacks, making sure that both cheeks received equal coverage. By this time, I was crying softly under my helmet while squirming and swinging my legs back and forth. As usual on such occasions, I was noticeably wet between the legs and I suppose that shows what I really thought about being spanked while completely helpless.

"As soon as the hand spanking came to a halt, Larry went to work with the strap. He keeps an old-fashioned black leather razor strap well oiled just for such occasions, and my whole body jerked spasmodically as that sleek strap coiled around the curves of my buttocks. The gag muzzled my howl as I felt the burning heat surging through my hips, and I instinctively tried to work my hands free to protect myself, although of course that was impossible. He began applying the strap to me with slow, deliberate strokes, curving that smooth strap completely around my buttocks each time. He really knows how to do it, and each application made my entire body jump as if a jolt of electricity had suddenly been passed through it. My buttocks began to burn furiously with a deep, penetrating heat, and I was soon crying quite hard, although the helmet prevented that from being apparent. Had it not been for the gag, I'm sure my shrieks would have been simply earsplitting.

"The strapping just seemed to go on and on, really driving me frantic. I squirmed and wriggled furiously on his lap, kicking my stockinged legs as much as my lowered girdle would permit. As the bonfire continued to build up in my buxom hips, my excitement continued rising to a fever pitch, and I'm sure his trouser legs must have been quite soaked as a result. Twisting my helmeted head around over my shoulder, I desperately tried to plead with him, but of course I couldn't make any sense through the gag.

"The strapping suddenly came to a halt, and I found myself being forcibly lifted to my feet. Still helmeted, gagged, and bound at the wrists, I was quickly positioned in a kneeling position on a wooden chair with my bosom resting on top of the chair, my burning and scarlet bottom jutting outward in back. Knowing that I was helpless and vulnerable in two ways, I couldn't do anything except tremble and drip between the legs.

"In a moment, I felt his rigid cock probing my vulva and I breathed a sigh of relief. Sometimes he goes the other way and he's so big that he nearly slices me apart. He slipped it in, and I felt my vaginal walls expanding to receive it. Grasping me at the waist to maneuver my body, he began pumping while I started working my hips around as fast as I could. We were both so worked up that it didn't take us long to climax. I always find it especially a thrill to have to submit to intercourse while I'm helpless to defend myself, and as usual on such occasions that made my orgasm all the more violent."