A bit of background on me other then the fact I love bondage either tying someone up or myself. I have found out at times I can tie myself better than others can which is a drag, but also even when tying myself no matter how hard I try I can at times escape my own hands too easily or too soon. This is not the case for the last tie I had tried. I own a home remodeling company and do work for many people and few if any knew my perverted tastes. For this particular job the home owner was out of state for the summer and would not be home anytime soon and I was the only one with the key to the house. I had placed a lock box on the door as real estate agents do so that the key would not get lost while working on the house. This also served a useful purpose for a safety to get in and still have the door locked to others.

 

I set it up where a woman I had known for a relatively short amount of time would come and check on me at a set time. She is a switch but I think she is more sub because when it comes to being a Domme she does not fair all too well and is inexperienced. Not to say there is an issue with that after all we all have to have a beginning.

My prep was to take a small plastic bottle of drinking water and put my key inside that. I used about 10 ounces of water in a 16oz bottle. Key was frozen at center of bottle with a few large metal washers on string. String was knotted to possibly help it stay in ice longer. In a similar bottle I took an identical non-working key and did the same. These bottles were hung at opposite ends on a ceiling fan at the ends of the blades. Oh and the fan was spinning on low speed. Now it was time to get to work and tie myself.

I took rope and tied my ankles to begin with wrapping the rope in one direction. I then took a pair of metal handcuffs and placed them in the center of a rope and used that rope to cinch ankles together so when tied cuffs would be at the back of my ankles. I then tied my legs above and below my knees. Next came the foam ear plugs followed by a butt plug. This was not easy getting in as I had no activity there in quite a long time. I then placed a leather belt around my waist to keep my arms close to my body. Belt was loose enough to slip them in but not any room where they could move once both under the belt. As well I had a very tight cock ring on that would prevent me from cumming.

Once I made sure everything was set I took some duct tape wrapped my ankles so I could not attempt to loosen my ankles and escape. I had already prepared a note for my safety saying if caught please make sure I suffer and take the rope tied from my head to my ankles and make it already tighter then it is - arching me even more. I left her a camera and strap on. Nice guy that I am you could say.

Last but not least I took my blindfold placed it on my eyes and then pulled on the full head harness gag. I thought the gag portion was too small and not filling enough so I wrapped it in black electrical tape over and over until it was large enough to make me strain. On my gag harness there are about 5 straps that go all over my head to make it tight. I had broken the locking mechanism in the past so I used zip ties to fix it thus making it unable to unbuckle. Three are set in place the last two I can adjust. However if you are not familiar with my gag you would wonder why the hell it won't unlock. With that on I took the rope from the top of it and tied it to my ankles then brought it back to the top out of reach from my hands.

I then simply placed hands under waist belts and had leather cuffs on each wrist and used the metal cuffs attach to my ankles to lock them on. I was now officially seriously hogtied. Every now and then I could feel water drip on my from the ice spinning above. With earplugs I thought it might be hard to know when it fell or where it fell. I quickly lost track of where I was in a 12 x 15 bedroom with no furniture.

Then I heard the key fall with a crash due to the washers, which was the whole purpose. I tried to remember where I heard them hit and work my way there. Moving was a bitch and a very slow process. I lost track very easily if I was moving straight or to the side. In no time at all I had no idea where the key had landed and no matter how hard I tried I knew I was not going to find the key. I laid in bondage struggling and suffering to no avail. Then the door opened. I was happy I would soon be let free.

 

She walked in and seen the note I had wrote but had quickly forgotten about. I tried to talk but the gag was more than effective. I tried like hell to push it out and speak but was beaten by the gag. She tried to understand what I said but could not and that made it very frustrating. Next thing I knew she was taking the rope on my head and pulling it tighter. SHIT! I forgot all about that and now it was the last thing I wanted. I tried to tell her no but it did not work. I found out later she had picked up my digital camera and taken a few snap shots of me.

After a while, I have no idea how long, she released me from my hogtie, but not from my gag or restraints. I was led down two flights of stairs and taken to the basement where I had set up some hooks in the ceiling and floor near a table. I was bent over the table and this is where she took me with the strap on. Unfortunately for me she did not use it long or even push me. I think the most painful part about it was when she just yanked the plug out of my ass. Other than that it was short lived and easy to tolerate. Maybe the next woman won't be so gentle. I was then released to clean up.

 

 

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5:06 PM

Hey Anna its Ashley. I would like to tell you a great bondage story that you will love.

 

 

About 4 weeks ago me and my friend got on the topic of bondage. Closer to the end of our talk she said "I got an idea. Every day you spend in bondage I will give you $100. I will feed you and make sure that you don't die."

 

 

At the time this sounded like a good idea so I said yes. We worked out the times that she would come every day. 10:00a.m. and 7:00p.m. at each of these times she would take 15 minutes to feed me then she would leave. To do this I would have to spend ALL of my time including sleeping and eating in bondage. If i told her to take of any piece of bondage at any time the bet would be over. But if i escaped from the bondage the bet would not be over just when she comes to check on me I would be in bondage again. For my entire time in bondage I would be locked in my basement so even if I did escape I would have no were to go and I would be forced to wait for her to come back. In the basement there would be no open windows and they would be covered up to prevent me from knowing what time of day it was and there were no clocks or any other way of telling the time.

There was nothing but a bare dark basement, a small dim light in one of the corners a walkie talkie. If I needed help all I had to do was press a button and Cayla would be on her way. there was also a cot on the ground for me to sleep on.

 

Finally the day came. I would not be modelling for about 5 weeks so this was the perfect time to do it. Cayla (my friend) brought these bondage items. Ball gag, handcuffs x4, 5 rolls of duct tape, 150ft of rope, butt plug, corset, and something in a normal brown box. She said that if I was bad or if I escaped she would use the item in the box on me! Cayla said that she would put the keys to my handcuffs somewhere along the ground of the basement. She warned me that if I did unlock myself she would use what was in the box.

 

One sunday afternoon at about 1:30 we were ready. First Cayla made me put on the pink corset and the matching panties. Then she tied my thighs together, she tied my ankles together then tied them off to my thighs making a frog tie. She then she put 2 pairs of handcuffs on my wrists and 1 pair restraining my elbows together. she tied the handcuffs from my wrists off to my ankles making a hogtie and a frogtie at the same time. Finally she tightly strapped the ball gag to my face. "there you go, I will be back in a while so don't wait up on me." I listened to her walk up the stairs, close the door then I heard the lock click shut on the door. I wondered what I got my self into and how long I could last.

 

I lasted for what seemed like 12 hours until she came back. She just walked down about 5 steps, looked at me and said "good" then she walked away and locked the door behind her. I moaned trying to tell her that I needed to go to the bathroom. I could not hold it anymore so I just let it go on the floor. I crawled over to the cot and went to sleep.

 

I woke up with Cayla sitting right there. she had a plate of food. she took off my gag and put the food in my mouth. then i was about to talk to her she strapped the gag back on my face and left. Every day I would search for the key until I got tired. Then one day while I was about to give up, I found the key. I groaned with excitement under the gag. I quickly unlocked my handcuffs then I took off the bonds holding my thighs and ankles together. I also took off the corset and wet panties and sat there on my bed so excited to get out and feel free. I forgot about what Cayla said and soon enough she came back. She looked down the stairs and smiled at me, she ran back up the stairs and grabbed the box. Before I could say hi I was tied up again. "so you thought that you could outsmart me. lets see what you think of this." she pulled out a skinny metal rod with a little box on the end. She stuck the metal rod up my ass and flipped a switch. She said to me "you'll see what it does soon enough, oh and Ashley, I'm taking the keys to your handcuffs." She walked up the stairs and locked the door behind her. I thought to myself this isn't as bad as I thought then I felt a shock in my butt. I screamed under my gag in pain. The shocker never stopped until after what felt like 23 hours it stopped, I knew the battery was dead and the pain was over.

 

Every day she came and fed me at different times of the day to disorient me and screw up my sense of time even more. I never escaped the bondage again. One day I just had enough I crawled over to the walkie talkie and pressed the button. Cayla was over within minutes she unlocked my gag and I said "untie me, I've finally had enough."

 

Cayla told me That I spent a total of 21 days in bondage!!!!! She paid me $2100, and I don't think I'll be doing that anytime soon.

 

I'm sorry that this is wrong but I hope that everybody enjoyed it. Thanks for reading.

 

Ashley

 

 

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5:00 PM

Mrs. Jacky Graham finally awakes from a prolonged period of utter oblivion following a hard-fought but lost fight with the prostitute she was observing for her client. Eyes blinking in the suddenly-strong light to which she has become unaccustomed during her lengthy spell of eyes-tight-shut forced insensibility, she tries to work out where she is; when she is; and what has happened to her!

How long was she knocked out for? What time is it? Not clear. It’s dark still but for an artificial light. The soles of her feet feel cold and the awakening snoop realizes she is barefooted. Are her feet poking out of her duvet? Her head aches, dreadfully.

Jacky makes to stretch, to exercise muscles that have been unmoving for a long time. As she does so, she pulls up short, gagging and spluttering as something chokes her about the neck! Panicking, she tries to buck and twist to get out but only multiplies the choking sensation till she is coughing badly - and then she realizes her mouth is blocked - she's been gagged! Of course. She’s not at home. Not in bed. Memories begin to flow back to her. She had been sleuthing, late at night, in her body stocking and bare feet! Her eyes focus at last, upon the mesh covering her arms.

Mrs. Graham recognizes the taste and texture of a cloth cleave gag and it finally brings home to her that she is a captive of another. Then her senses tell her that she is laying upon her front, breasts squashed into the carpeted yet still-hard floor and she further detects that her legs are arched above her back! She can wiggle and flex her feet freely at the ankles - but little more! Jacky twists her head about hopefully, big frightened eyes peering into the dimly lit room, now once more accustomed to light.

Attempts to move her legs- or indeed her head - lead to a rapid repetition of her choking fit so that the tied-up ‘tec realizes that any significant movement of either will constrict her throat and that gentle, controlled movements are essential. Notwithstanding the recent self-throttling, Jacky’s rapidly reviving consciousness enables her to assess that she has been severely hogtied, in an unusual manner such that her ankles are secured by rope to a slip-noose around her neck! Jacky’s arms are in front of her, their wrists tied together; this appears to provide a degree of freedom, but in fact she needs to maintain herself upon her elbows to prevent her head and upper body from falling forward, pulling the rope to her ankles taut and strangling her.

Jacky assesses her own condition. Raticus! Her head hurts, not unsurprisingly given the manner in which she succumbed to her enemy, and so do her breasts, again unsurprisingly. She has sore welts around her wrists and ankles from the ropes- and further welts on her throat from the noose located there, which has crushed her windpipe somewhat, making her speech hoarse were she not already gagged. Her crotch aches too, though she can no longer determine what caused it. Her throat welt is oddest of all.

Further lateral struggling and twisting reveals she has been tied up - very uncomfortably- whilst she was still out for the count. But Mrs. Graham has regained her ability to reason. She's been hogtied before and knows from experience that the hogtied body is very unstable, usually falling to one side. Yet here, she came to laying on her front; not only this, but with only minor pain from the noose about her neck. Yet is she had fallen over to one side, even partially, her legs falling back to their usual place, she might well have strangled to death. Yet this didn't happen! Instead, Jacky came round with her arms placed to hold her head upright; and her experimentation with the balance of the rope stretched twixt ankles and throat has demonstrated to her that if she keeps still, the tautness of the rope is just right to hold her ankles and neck in equilibrium! This is too much of a coincidence. Crap.

It leads Jacky to the conclusion that her call-girl captor has engineered the beastly bondage to torment her, probably for interrogation. Had she wished to top her, kill her, she has had plenty of opportunity to do so whilst the Ayrshire Angel slept her forced sleep. That she has not done so, that she has engineered a bondage designed to perfectly hold her in this tense position and no more, suggests more forceful intentions, such as interrogation. The woman is not in the room at present- but is she watching from behind? Jacky can feels eyes looking upon her, her skin already crawling at the realization that the young tart had been playing around with her unconscious, noodle-limp body and limbs, her hands and fingers deftly handling and pawing her all over as she put together the fiendish hogtie and getting the tension of the ropes just right. How many times did the MILF’s mute, inert form drop to one side or the other like a sack of potatoes? That might explain the pains in her ribs!

Thinking positively however, the dauntless Dalry detective figures that there’s probably still time to get clear, get home and up in time to get breakfast for the kids! Her stricken head whirls with a wave of dizziness but Jacky fights the temptation to give in to it and pass out again. She tries to remember what happened to her. The last thing she remembers is the discordant tinkling crash of smashed ceramic on one side of her skull. Pain exploded- then black nothingness. Now, she is here, awake again. She recalls- that’s right- she was wrestling with a nude woman!

Finding herself suddenly jumped by her erstwhile target, the blonde body stocking barefoot bloodhound fought back courageously and not unskillfully, but her lithe and naked antagonist was half her age and after 10 minutes or more the sexy sleuth, caught in a non-carnal clinch, found her stamina running low before she was able to gain any definite advantage. Her younger, fitter opponent seemed to twist free as if covered in oil, forcing Jacky to try to scramble up after her; but too slowly! The prostitute had grabbed a vase on a table and in a single movement swept it against her head! The resounding crack delivered by the vase shattering onto the side of Mrs. Graham's skull, instantly finishing the fight with her knocked unconscious, has left the mystery solving MILF dazed and disoriented, but she can ascertain she is in the same room in which she was beaten and knocked out.

Now the sassy sleuth from Ayrshire knows that she has been tightly tied up during her period of deep unconsciousness; her body stocking has been unzipped; and she can only speculate upon what else may have been perpetrated upon her fallen, insensate flesh by the heinous hooker who had vanquished her in her lost fight.

"MMMMMMMPPPHHH!! MMMMMMPPPphhhHH!!"

The fastidious feminine forty something finds that she cannot enunciate; she has been gagged whilst her mouth lay slack and open in the grip of nothingness. But the tenacious 'tec realizes there is no answer. She is alone. Don't panic, Jacky old girl!

She must now look to escape. The perpetrator is not present for now, but Jacky is aware that the roping from her ankles to her delicate neck requires her to maintain a tense balance or face choking and possible strangulation!

Trying to release her ring blades to slice through her wrist binds, the Prestwick PI is devastated to discover that these have been removed from her fingers as she lay knocked out on the floor! Flexing her bare feet, the tall blonde considers ways to defeat her bonds, as her recently-bludgeoned brain begins to regain activity as slugged-senseless synapses reignite after their lengthy downtime.
Can Mrs. Graham escape? Will she return home by morning? Her family have no notion of the peril which has befallen the wife and mother!
Can Jacky return home in time to take the kids to school?

Or will she remain, a captive at the mercy of the Ayr-based prostitute who struck her down, defeating the determined detective and obtaining power over her flaccid form?

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12:40 PM

Betty pleaded with Matron to stop the enema punishment.

‘Please, Matron, I’m going to burst!’

‘Nonsense, you silly girl. You can take a lot more of the cleansing fluid yet. And once we’re done, we’ll grease that naughty back passage and fit the plug. Then you’ll be bound and gagged and left for the rest of the afternoon to contemplate your sinful ways.’

But pretty, buxom Betty continued to moan and so Matron called Nurse Phillips away from her duties with another naughty, heavily bosomed beauty (who was already tightly secured in her pretty undies in the punishment seat and pleading desperately into her fat penis gag as the vibrators fitted to the seat buzzed away at full power inside her sex and arse). 

‘Betty’s panties are on the toilet lid. Use them as a gag. Seal them in place with the surgical tape.’

The very beautiful Nurse Phillips smiled and performed a bob curtsey.

‘No, please….please!’ Betty begged, as the thick, creamy fluid continued to flow into her back passage and fill her tormented bowels.

Nurse Phillips stood nearly six feet tall in her demanding stiletto heeled courts shoes of shiny white leather. Her white uniform dress was very short and tight, revealing with the frilled edges of her panties and providing a detailed and arousing view of perfectly shaped legs sealed in sheer white nylon pantyhose. Her large bosom always seemed about to burst the buttons of the dress and a number of the girls had terrible crushes on her, including the very lovely Betty. 

With a mincing feminine delicacy, Nurse Phillips, her sky blue eyes filled with cruel mischief, her strawberry blonde hair bound in a tight bun beneath a cute cap, picked up the pink, white poka-dotted panties from the top of the nearby toilet and then positioned herself so that she was facing away from Betty and the tormented young woman was staring directly at her large, shapely bottom.

Then, in an act of supremely cruel provocation, Nurse Phillips quite deliberately dropped the panties on the floor and, with her nyloned legs held tightly together, bent forward to pick them up. Betty watched, eyes wide with anguish and a terrible, helpless desire as the skirt of the white dress rose up over Nurse Phillips’ backside to reveal, outlined by sheer nylon and her own tight panties, the exquisite, plump orbs of her splendid buttocks. 

‘OOhhhhh!’ Betty moaned, as the Matron pushed the rubber enema tube deeper into her tormented arsehole and as the lovely nurse wiggled her scented bottom cruelly only twelve or so inches from the sweat soaked face of the luscious teenage beauty.

Nurse Phillips then slowly drew to her high heeled feet, the still warm panties in hand, and turned to face a wickedly tormented Betty.
‘Please,’ poor Betty whimpered, ‘don’t gag me with those…not my panties!’

In response, Nurse Phillips very firmly grasped Betty’s nostrils and pressed them painfully together, forcing the prone beauty to gasp for breath and thus create an opportunity to stuff the panties – gusset first – deep into her mouth. 

‘MMMppphhhhh!’ poor Betty protested, as Nurse Phillips took up the roll of thick, wide surgical tape and began – to Betty’s utter horror – winding the wide, sticky material over her mouth and around her head, thus sealing the panties very tightly in place. 

‘Ok, good,’ Matron said. ‘I have just about finished here. Help me fit the plug, then we can tie her up.’

Betty continued to squeal and struggle as Nurse Phillips covered the tip of the plug in a layer of lubricating gel and then, smiling cruelly, Matron eased the enema tube from her pretty captive’s arsehole. And no sooner was the tube removed, than Nurse Phillips stepped forward, pulled Betty’s gorgeously plump buttock cheeks apart and forced the phallic head of the plug deep into her already tormented back passage.

‘MMMMMpppphhhhhhhh!’ the poor beauty squealed in a much higher register as the plug was secured with a wicked determination.
‘Now the ropes.’

Betty whimpered and shook her head in terror, clearly in some considerable discomfort, as Matron and Nurse Phillips began the process of placing the young beauty in tight, disciplining bondage, using thick white cording to lash her nylon sheathed ankles, thighs and thighs together with expert and cruel precision. Then her arms were secured behind her back, bound with equal, taut rigour at her wrists, elbows and shoulders.

As she was tied, the pressure on her strained, bloated bowel increased and tears of pain and fear began to pour from her pretty, honey brown eyes. 

‘Imagine if we took the plug out now – it would be like a volcanic eruption!’

Matron’s sadistic joke induced a girlish giggle from the astonishing Nurse Phillips. 

‘Now the hog-tie; then fit the punishment hood.’

Nurse Phillips obliged with a smile: taking up a further length of the strong, white rope, tying one end to the rope binding Betty’s black nylon sheathed ankles tightly together and then pulling up her legs by the ankles and securing the other end of the additional rope to the rope binding her crossed wrists, and thus pulling the unfortunate and very pretty creature into a demanding and painful hogtie that added to her general discomfort.

Once secured, the hogtie was tested by an obviously aroused Matron. Watching Nurse Phillips take up the black, latex rubber punishment hood, she gently stroked poor Betty’s ample, exposed buttocks and pressed teasingly on the head of the tightly fitted anal plug, inspiring more loud squeals of protest and outrage.

Poor Betty’s eyes widened with a deeper, darker terror as Nurse Phillips stepped forward with the hood: eyeless and mouthless, with just two small holes close together that were designed to fit over the wearer’s nostrils and provide air. 

‘MMMMpppphhhhhh!’ Betty squealed, shaking her head furiously.

But resistance was utterly futile. Demonstrating considerable strength, Nurse Phillips grabbed Betty roughly by her hair and told her very firmly to hold still. Shocked by the pain of nearly having her lovely hair pulled out by its roots, poor Betty obeyed and the gorgeous, buxom nurse began to work the perverse, sinister hood over her head, ensuring an exact second skin fit that ensured she was much more effectively silenced, hardly able to hear and completely unable see.

‘Excellent!’ Matron exclaimed. ‘Now fit Jenny’s hood. Then we can retire to my room for the rest of the afternoon for a little….relaxation.

Jenny, a very buxom brunette, also stripped to her undies (yet also minus her panties) and already very tightly bound and penis gagged, sat upright in the “punishment chair”, a long legged stool whose seat was fitted with two long, thick vibrators that slipped neatly into the arse and cunt of any unfortunate who was positioned upon it. Panty-less and already tormented by the presence of the buzzing dark intruders, she had been positioned so that she was forced to observe her gorgeous, tethered body in the full length bathroom mirror. Yet, thanks to the hood, she too was soon lost in a soundless, voiceless darkness, her ample body assaulted by the steady, deeply arousing vibrations of the phallic intruders.

And this was how the two very naughty girls were left, helpless and tormented, and just as punishment for running down a corridor instead of demonstrating the mandatory ladies wiggle mince, left moaning and struggling while Matron and Nurse Phillips made an intense and quite exhausting love for more than two and a half hours.

(Story credit Christina Shelly)

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Language: Bangla

Scene: 2 OTM of same lady

Actress: Unknown actress

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12:30 PM

Chapter Two

I awoke to find a naked woman in my bed.

Well when I say naked I mean she was wearing a tee shirt and nothing else; and her hair was tumbling in a mass on the pillow beside me.

I rolled over and kissed her nose.

I felt sorry for her. Yesterday's revelations must have shocked her. I meant to find out. She'd just learned that her grandparents were perverts. That's one thing, but to find out that they ran a successful porn company was another; not to mention the thousands of photos, clamps, whips etc. that went with it.

She opened one eye and smiled.

"Hi," she breathed.

"Hi yourself. How do you feel?"

She paused. "A lot better. Not so confused now. Chris, what shall we do about the orders on the computer?"

"I don't know; we need to think maybe about sending out a closing-down letter."

"But I'm thinking that maybe we could continue to supply the tapes."

"Er...do you know the penalties for that?"

"But Claire, you don't need the money! I showed you the amount in the Swiss bank. Admittedly it's in Euro's, but for god's sake, Claire, it's nigh on a hundred thousand pounds!"

Claire smiled at me, "Well, I need to find out how granddad did it. Also don't you fancy editing these sorts of things? We could stay here and make our own films."

"Oh yes; and where the hell are we going to find a model who would let us do these sort of things to her?" I paused for a breath. "And also we could get locked up for this: first because the model could change her bloody mind and second because it is illegal."

"Well, one, the bloody model wouldn't complain because she would be running the bloody business and two, they must have had a distributor outside the country as they were both respected members of this community. I told you that granddad was a judge, and a bloody Queen's councilor."

Now call me thick but I didn't hear that bit about the model. It didn't sink in until later.

"We need to search the office down below before we do anything else on this if you are really determined to become the porn queen of the dales."

She hugged me.

"Thanks; I am grateful." She snuggled in and breathed in my ear, "Later I will show you just how grateful I am."

We both got up and showered.

Breakfast was rushed. We both guessed that we were on a ride that would take us into who knows what. Claire's mood was quiet and I guessed that she was trying to change her opinion of her grandparents.

Together we went out to the local Tesco's to get milk, bread and a few supplies.

By the time we got back to the house Claire was her old self. Her silly persona was showing its edge as we descended the stairs. "So we begin our life as Briton's premier porn industry."

I looked shocked. She giggled all the way down the stairs into the cellar. Claire sat at the computer and started to search for clues while I catalogued the master copies of the tapes. There were over three hundred. God, at one time they made more films than Hollywood.

We both took a break for lunch and actually watched the last tape they made together. Gran still looked forty or so and bloody attractive. True her breasts sagged a little and she was a little heavier but by god she still hacked it. The date on the film made her at least fifty if not older and probably that was why granddad wasn't the male star.

The film starred her and the old boy who had been in the other film we'd looked at yesterday. Gran was well whipped in this one; she actually hung arms outstretched and her legs pulled wide so that her whole weight hung from her wrists. The whipping included a between-the-legs whipping using a soft strap.

"Shit that must have hurt," Claire said munching on a bacon sandwich as she paused it just as the strap impacted and curled up to the slightly rounded belly at her front.

 The most incredible thing was that she didn't seem to think anything bad about her grandparents doing things that would make a normal girl die of embarrassment or at least be disgusted.

"He is the key to our problem." She pointed to our torturer as he placed a huge dildo under Gran and lowered her onto it.

We watched as she moaned her way to a climax and more torture was applied until she was again hung at the end.

I worried about this bit. "This is weird; it's as if they are making these films for the snuff market but whoever buys them must realize that it's not real." I paused the video and looked closely at the tee shirt covering her body, searching for a harness or something.

It beat me. I couldn't see how they did it.

We decided to look at some more films to see if we could get a clue. But that would be later as Claire wanted to search the computer and all the paper records.

It came to pass that we found an email address in Belgium that seemed to send hundreds of emails. The emails begged for contact as he/she had some more money to transfer to their account and a need for the last film made and edited to be sent for distribution. Claire seemed to be totally excited, "He must be the contact, the distributor, the man!"

"Well what do we do? Do we risk making contact? How do we do it without making contact?" I asked, starting to feel her excitement.

"Well the tape we watched is the one he wants. Why don't we arrange to meet him over there and give it to him? That way we find out all about the business and the things we need to do."

We read some of the other emails and found that most of the orders came to gran's email address and then she forwarded them to this JC, the Belgium connection.

We sat for a couple of hours compiling the numbers and orders.

"Shall we send them to this JC with a cover letter saying that we have the film and here are some more orders to send out? Also can he tell us how to get the tape to him?"

"Do we tell him about your gran's demise or not?"

She looked at me and we agreed with a nod.

"Shall I send a photo of myself to him so he knows that I am really gran's?"

"Well if he has been working with them since the beginning he will know about you."

Claire was very excited now and her whole body exuded a type of excitement that I'd not seen in her before.

She sat and typed an email. It was rewritten ten times. Finally she attached a photo and sent it.

"Well that's that. We know he is not dead as the last email from him came in last night; asking if everything was okay. I would hate to think he's died or something like that."

She looked a little shocked at herself. "Oh Chris, are we doing the right thing? What if he is a monster or something?"

"Claire, do you think your gran was a weak person; would she have let him into the business or would your granddad deal with a crook?"

To be truthful I was starting to get a little worried about what we had done. Granddad was not quite the right honourable person Claire thought he was.

What the hell were we getting into?

It seemed that the day was flying by; it was now mid-afternoon and the cellars were revealing all sorts of things.

The editing room had a huge memorized computer that had lots of movie files on it.

These showed some of the things we'd seen earlier and looked like early videos and super 8 films transferred into the digital world.

The old couple had compiled all their sexual bondage activity. They must have been very active and also there seemed to be a hell of a lot of film not for tape. I was mesmerized by Claire's gran's beauty, charm and very dirty mind. She seemed to have had a large editorial impact on the whole business and she controlled the film making and decided what was done to herself.

They'd had a loving, weird sort of love.

I left Claire working on the computer and wandered back into the office. She wasn't there when I returned.

Walking around the cell complex I found her in the stable part of the cellar. She was handling an item of tack; its size told me it wasn't meant for horses.

The harness with blinkers and a thick rubber bit were shiny and seemed to be well tended.

"Hi, you okay?" She was startled as if she was miles away.

She looked at me and smiled. "I was just thinking about gran and how it seemed that I never really knew her.

She was so brave to do these things with George. Gran must have had a lot of fun doing it, as I know gran loved granddad very much. They were always a loving couple: touching, holding hands, that sort of thing. I just hope that we can feel the same way."

It startled me that she seemed to want a relationship with me. We hadn't really discussed our feelings much as we'd always been close friends. I have said before, we once kissed at a disco but not to this depth.

"Well I'm willing to give us a try if you want. You don't think that you just feel a little vulnerable with the events this weekend? I would hate to rush this and balls it up!"

Claire smiled that soft smile that I love; her eyes moist as she held out her hand. I took it and we hugged. It turned into a kiss and I lifted her up to my height and kissed her hard.

We parted and she had a glint in her eyes.

"Will you do me a favor?" I nodded and she held out the harness. "Can you put this on me? I want to see what it feels like. I was going to try it on but can't work out how to buckle it up."

I unbuckled the straps and held the bit out in front of her mouth and she opened her moist lips and let the flat bulb cover her tongue. The bar filled her mouth. A strap split either side of her nose up to a forehead strap that buckled behind her head as did the bit strap.

Next was a strap buckled under her chin making her bite down onto the rubber bar. The final one ran from her forehead over the top of her head. This was attached to a collar which completely covered her neck. This meant that Claire couldn't do anything to remove the head harness until the collar was unlocked.

"How's that?" She mumbled something. It sounded like "tighter" so I worked around the buckles and tightened each one again.

She mumbled something else and wandered off in search of a mirror. Upon her return it was obvious even to me that she was turned-on. Her tee shirt showed a lack of bra and the presence of hard nipples.

She picked up another collection of straps, and held them out to me.

Holding it I worked out how it fit and I buckled the waistband around her waist. Two more straps were buckled up under and above her breasts. These tightened the tee shirt on her chest highlighting her nipples even more.

Two shoulder straps crossed between her breasts and the middle of her back buckling to the waist belt.

Attached to the top of the back straps was a pair of crossed cuffs.

Lifting her wrists up behind her I buckled the first leather cuff tight. I pulled her other one up and thus completed the bondage with her wrists up between her shoulder blades.

She stood and shrugged at the bonds. The way her wrists were held thrust her chest out into the straps.

She walked into the cell with the mirrors and returned, eyes glowing. A tight smile showed as she grimaced around the gag.

"Hell you look good; just like your gran." Claire smiled and curtsied as I walked around her.

She followed my movements by turning her body as the blinkers made peripheral vision impossible. I picked up the camera. It was a digital one. I snapped a couple of photos.

Leaving Claire I went to the computer and ran the photo program and printed a couple of the photos using the printer. These I carried back to the stable cell to find that she'd disappeared.

Another search and I found her in the bathroom. Claire was looking at her reflection turning this way and that.

"Like what you see?" She nodded and I noticed that she had a wet patch in the crotch of her jeans.

"Well you are as photogenic as your gran." I held out the photos. Her look deepened as I pulled the second one out and showed her the shot I took as she looked in the mirror. Her resemblance to her gran was startling.

She asked to be released and I did as told.

Claire noticed her wetness and dashed upstairs to change.

I continued my inventory of the videos and the photo sets.

"Dinner," Claire shouted down the stairs. I walked upstairs to find Claire in a long flowing dress.

"What do you think? Can I pull it off looking like gran did?" She spun and pirouetted around and I caught a glimpse of stocking, suspender and bare flesh. High heeled dancing shoes with ankle straps adorned her feet. Claire spun faster and showed me her old style French knickers.

I found myself grinning. She was beautiful.

Claire had also applied make-up and done her hair in an old forties style.

"You look bloody marvellous! I like you hair and how you have done the make up. God, who would have thought the tomboy you normally are could change into a beauty like this?" She smiled at my compliment.

She made a curtsey and imitated a serving girl's voice as she said, "Oh Master Chris, anyone would think you are trying to squire me. For it is as if I am a mere serving wench."

I started to laugh and she joined in.

"I will tell you something. These clothes make me feel sexy. This dress is so light. And look what it does to my breasts!"

"I have a feeling you are a cup size bigger than your gran." Her chest filled the dress' cleavage to the bursting point. Claire looked down and laughed.

"Trust a man to notice that."

We smiled and talked all through dinner. Claire was actually a good cook. Well, to be fair her gran was, but Claire made the desert of apple pie and ice cream.

Washing up, we opened a bottle of wine and went down to the office. Claire insisted that we take some more photos and print them up.

Again the resemblance was actually scary and I found the whole thing a little unnerving.

Claire sensed it too and we both compared the photos on the computer to hers.

"God you could be your gran, if I slightly change your eye colour and you smile more with your teeth rather than with your lips." I took another photo as she did as asked. The computer program changed her eye colour and then, hey presto gran was reborn.

"Shit!" Claire exclaimed. I nodded. And printed it off. Claire looked at the photo shaking her head. "We could make films and only we would know that it wasn't gran - provided we didn't get too close."

"Yes, but would you want to make this type of film? Your gran seemed to be able to suffer a lot of pain and different torture. Hell, Claire, we haven't even made love and you are saying that I should film you tied up, whipped and all that goes with it." I paused. "It would be a turn-on for me, I admit, but hell Claire if I get it wrong you could get hurt really hurt."

She smiled at me as she took my hand and kissed it. "We could try it slowly so we both learn the business. Also if I look like gran we should get away with the law side; we can always say the girl in the film was her."

I somehow didn't think that would work, but as a bloke and being horny the chance to see Claire naked and tied up gave me a raging hard-on.

I played with the images in the memory. The lot was so horny. Before this I hadn't thought much about bondage. These images made the rope and chains seem very exciting.

"Chris, we have an email back from JC. He wants to meet in a cafe in Ostend on Saturday."

I wandered in and looked over her shoulder. JC had even included a map to the café and told us how to get the film over to the continent: simple really, just turn it into a CD and place it in the car's multi-changer.

We looked at each other and smiled.

It dawned on me that I had to be back to work in the morning.

I pointed it out and Claire with decisiveness unknown before decided to stay as long as I came back after work. The journey wasn't that long so I couldn't turn down her plan.

So leaving Claire to plan the Friday night trip on North Sea Ferries to Belgium, I went home.

Lying in my bed that night I realized that I wasn't sure how much I wanted to try this. It was quite scary and I worried that we might end up in jail.

The next evening I returned to Claire's house as I supposed it was now and got a nice surprise. Claire had cooked a lovely meal and was dressed in her gran's dress-up clothes. She looked gorgeous with her hair piled up on her head. She was so different.

We ate and she told me to go to the main bedroom and put on the clothes she'd left out for me.

This was so unusual that I did as asked and found an SS officer's uniform ...and a script. I read it and felt a knot growing deep in my stomach. God she was serious. Fucking hell!!

I dressed finding it a bit itchy but a good fit. It even had leather riding-type boots. Pulling the hat down I looked in the mirror. Well, mum and dad might recognize me but that was about all.

The pistol belt had a proper pistol on it and I checked to see that it was not actually loaded or real.

Walking down to the living room I found myself falling into character and made the heels slap on the wooden floor.

Claire was sitting reading the script.

"Hi! God, you look like the hardest bastard in the SS," she smiled. "I found this script in the lockers in the cell block. We should try some of the things; and then if we can do it, film it and take it to Belgium as well."

"Having read the script I doubt that we will be able to do much. Have you read it?"

She looked up and smiled, "Of course I have, and I feel that I can do it if you go easy on the harshest things."

"You have balls girl; I have to admit that. But hell, Claire, I would like a normal relationship with you before I get to spank and whip you."

"But Chris, for god's sake this will be fun!"

I had my doubts but as she was set on it and well, what could I do? And if it meant that I got the chance to make love to this beauty then hell, charge!

She showed me how clever gran was at making the props for her movies the dress was made for ripping off. Press-studs and a line of thin muslin would make the sound effects.

We went into the cellar to get acquainted with the tools of the trade.

Gran had hand-written the script. It seemed to revolve round the electro table (which I had no intention of using), and the whipping post, and the chair that was in the workshop.

We did a read-through and she just didn't seem that bothered. It would frighten me if the things described were about to happen to me. Claire just didn't seem scared.

We carried the chair with the twin prongs gleaming in the spotlights' glare. Placing it center stage I wandered over to the video monitor and realized that the cameras were on a type of autotrack and focus set up so all you did was start them rolling and the cameras did the rest.

Sitting down to read the script, Claire sat on my knee and stroked my neck. I looked at her and she kissed me. God, this was a strange relationship.

"Okay shall we start?" She stood and walked over to the desk. Picking up the thick shackles she fitted them around her wrists. They clicked into place. I bent down and locked them around her ankles. She picked up her handbag and hat that I positioned on her head. Reaching over to the start button on the control panel I checked that everything was working and walked outside with my prisoner.

Grabbing her by the arm, I kissed her. She smiled bravely and we opened the door to the torture chamber. She resisted and I had to pull her in.

I dragged her to the desk set up with a spotlight just like in the films. I sat her on the chair. The script said to pace around her while asking questions. These had been set out in the script as well so I didn't have to think about them as I wondered if the cameras could see the action.

Walking up to her I slapped her face with my leather gloves and she rolled with it making it look as if I'd hit her with force. Claire groaned and started to cry. Worried that I'd hit her too hard I stopped the cameras to check if she was OK.

"God, no! But I love this acting! It's like my drama lessons at school. I love this! Go on, start the cameras."

I did so and continued the questions. Her refusals actually started to bug me.

"Stand up!" I ordered in my false accent. She stood, quivering.

"Take off your coat." I passed her the keys to the manacles. She struggled to get the key in the lock. I drew my pistol and pointed it at her as I held her bag upside down and poured the contents over the tabletop.

Make up, a sanitary towel of the old type and an old rubber condom stood out as I rummaged through the bag's debris. I held up the condom and looked at her. "So, you are sexually active, you slut!"

She stiffened and I watched her fold up the coat and place it over the chair's back.

Her dress was the right period and I loved her shoes as they had ankle straps and looked very pretty.

She looked at me and waited. The script called for the dress to be ripped off her; but I thought that I knew a more humiliating act. I gestured with the gun and she moved away from the desk "Strip your clothes off now!" I ordered. She jumped at the sound of my voice as I moved the chair to the centre of the room. "And do it sexily and I might let your husband live." Claire looked at the ring on her finger acting for all she was worth.

In her super sexy French accent she breathed, "Mien Herr, if you let my husband go I will give you anything."

I laughed out loud. "Slut, I will take anything I want. It is up to you to earn your husband's release. If you tell me the truth you may even live."

She looked scared.

"STRIP!" I shouted. And I thought that this time the tears were real. Her fingers opened the buttons on her dress' front. She shrugged it over her shoulders. Gently trying to set up a rhythm she danced and dropped the dress to the floor. She then picked it up and folded it.

I tried not to stare as she was beautiful. Her old-style underwear was not too flattering...but the grip-top stockings...oh those stockings!

I pasted a lustful grin on my face as I leered at her, hoping my sunglasses didn't look too daft.

She reached behind her and opened her bra and eased it off her frame leaving the cups over her breasts in a perfect show of modesty.

"Get on with it," I barked. Claire straightened up and thrusting her breasts out in defiance pulled the bra off totally, and then threw it at the chair.

Now I was stunned. I had only glimpsed them once before, so I had to admire them. They were slightly bigger than gran's. Nipples that need sucking; the cold had done its magic and they were hard and crinkled.

I caught a slight look of triumph as she saw my reaction. Claire was getting into her part now and coyly took the French knickers off. And there she stood wearing just a hat, shoes and stockings. One arm was across her breasts and the other hid her bushy pubic hair.

I held out the manacles again and ordered her to cuff her hands behind her back. She did so and I made her sit and then placed her hands behind the chair's back. These I locked into a ring at the back.

Moving my chair back in front of hers I sat and looked at her.

She was blushing. I paused. "So, I need you to tell me who your contacts are."

Claire thrust out her chest and spit in my face. I was ready for it but it still shocked me. I slapped her breasts.

She screamed in shock.

"I will find out. Save yourself the pain."

The prisoner looked at me and I smiled a cold smile. She thrust out her chest again. "You bastard! You will never get me to talk."

I walked up to her and grabbed her chin. "You must talk; if not your husband dies and the children you love will be orphans."

Claire actually spit in my face.

I wiped the slime off my face. And walked away.

I moved the light to her face. I slapped her face again. She cried.

Long sobs racked her body. "I don't know. I don't know."

I walked over to her and knocked the hat off her head. She cried out in mock fear. I grabbed her arm and lifted her up dragging her over to the centre of the room. Fastening her cuffs to the chain I pulled her arms up behind her until she was bent forward with her arms above the level of her head.

Slightly stooped forward, her position wasn't very comfortable. The things it did for her breasts as they swung under her (gravity pulling them down, both nipples rock hard) aroused me.

Bending down I pulled the chains off her ankles and forced them wide apart making her stance even more uncomfortable. These were tied off to two rings. I moved around her looking at her bottom and her hairy pussy. Her head was bowed. Her hair was hanging down. She seemed so helpless.

To be truthful I had a feeling of huge power. It surged through me as I moved around her. I eased my hand around her smooth buttocks. I then moved to her front and cupped her breasts, squeezing the flesh and making her nipples even harder.

Her helplessness was so appealing. The script called for her to be whipped with a crop but as I hadn't used one I didn't wish to start now. So I picked a belt up off the table. Claire had set out the props and I saw that she hadn't put out a crop anyway.

`Good,' I thought as I moved over to stand behind her. I pressed the remote stop button and went to check the image on the screen in the recording booth. Yes she was lined up on two cameras.

"Are you okay with what's to come?" I asked, bending in front of her and looking up at her strained face.

"Yes but here I have an idea. This is going to be painful so place a camera looking up at my face. I don't know how to move them so you could tie my hair and pull my head back if you can't work out how to move them either."

Claire saw me looking in awe at her

"What?"

"Your grandma was exactly the same. I saw her make suggestions to George on a video I watched the other night."

She smiled again. So starting the cameras I laced her hair into a braid and wove some cord in with it. Throwing it over her cuffs I pulled her head back until her neck muscles were taut.

"Will you tell me the names?"

Claire's look at me said it all.

I stood behind her and flexing my wrist slashed the belt across her smooth orbs.

Her shriek of pain told me it was of the right weight to cause her pain anyway.

"Tell me, you bitch!"

"Stuff you, bastard!"

Again I slashed the belt across her butt. Flexing my wrist seemed to increase the speed of the impact. And as my lover-to-be wasn't complaining or giving me the code word, she must have been okay with the level of pain.

So I continued watching her flesh bounce as I moved my aim up and down the now glowing red ass cheeks of my victim. She still hadn't given the code word so I moved over to the table and picked up a pair of weighted clamps and flexing them in front of her eyes, bent down under her and applied them to her hard nipples.

Claire let out a loud groan. I looked at her eyes and saw her smile. These did add something to the tableau as each time I hit her bottom they swung in different directions, adding to her suffering.

I must admit to having different reactions being both slightly horrified by my erection and amazed by the sight before me.

Finally, "Gaston Pierre," she groaned and I stopped what I was doing and lowered her arms.

Her bottom was red and very hot to the touch. Tearstained eyes looked out from runny mascara as her breath came in sobs. I grabbed her arm and escorted her to the cell attached to the torture chamber and locked her in.

Stopping the cameras I let her out and she waited while I unfastened the cuffs. She threw her arms around me and kissed me hard.

"Oh my god we did it! I can feel my bottom throbbing as if it's a steam hammer." Claire held my hands over the abused cheeks and I felt the glow. Her breathing was slowing down and she seemed to be high on something.

"How did it look? As good as I feel, I hope?"

"What do you mean as good as you feel?" I wondered out loud.

"Well after the first ten or so I just found that the heat in my bottom was making me so horny that I thought you could smell me. It just got better as soon as the clamps went on."

She paused, "If I hadn't said the scripted name I would have orgasmed on the spot."

I held her in my arms and wondered about this strange revelation.

"So what's next?" She giggled while pulling me tightly to her.

I wiped my thumb under her eyes rubbing the mascara away. She seemed to be totally unaware of her nudity. I held her and slipped my hands around her waist. Her arousal was apparent as she spread her legs and rubbed her pussy on my leg.

I grinned at her and asked, "Are you ready for the next stage of the treatment?" She nodded and I took two leather straps and strapped her arms tightly together at elbow and wrist. Claire's elbows met with ease and I loved the results on her large breasts. They were thrust outwards and made bigger. More straps were used to pin her arms to her body at waist and above her breasts.

I sat her down in the middle of the room. Claire's ankles were placed into two leather cuffs and these were then attached to two chains. A motor was started and her body was lifted into the air. Widespread legs added to her desperate situation. She looked so sexy, hair hanging to the floor, breasts under her chin.

I moved to her and started the cameras.

"So bitch you have given us one name but that is not enough. Who is the leader of the group?" I pinched the offered nipples and pulled them until her breasts were stretched and she actually moved towards me. The script called for her to be set swinging by pulling her as far as possible and letting go. I did so making Claire grunt as her teats were elongated by the weight of her body.

I let go and she slowly swung across the room. Her face was a picture as I picked up the cattle prod and poked it on my thigh. "Fuck me," I exclaimed, "that bastard well hurts. Are you sure you want this?"

Claire's eyes were wide as she nodded and I moved the rewind switch on the controls and looked at the picture. I pulled her by her shoulders to set her moving again. As she swung I held out the prod and her thigh connected with the two electrodes. Her shriek of pain was very real. And loud - real loud. Her body was shaking and jerking, adding to the scenario. The next thing scripted was more of the same and using the prod I walked around her defenceless body touching breasts and buttocks.

Claire was crying and as I bent in front of her I felt guilty as sin for hurting this beauty.

She looked at me through her hair and she said, "Renyard Du Pirey."

"Ha! I told you you'd tell me," I said and walked to the winch controls to let her down.

I stopped the filming and moved to unstrap her. "No just get me some water please as I like how I'm strapped. This is fun."

I stared at her. The pain that I'd felt off that prod was not fun at all. "You mean that the prod wasn't too bad?"

"No it bloody well hurts. But no pain, no gain." She smiled a strange sort of smile.

"I have a confession," she paused, "I am as randy as hell."

"You are definitely your gran's offspring." She'd totally shocked me.

I went off and fetched the water and returned to find her rubbing her crotch on the arm of the chair.

"Itch?" I asked as I walked up behind her.

She grinned at me and answered, "No just trying to bring myself off."

"You hussy!" I laughed. And then I grabbed her and pulled her away from the chair. I took her and threw her into the cell. "You'd better cool down in the cooler." I locked the door.

Going to the editing room I watched the film and saw the spark from probe to nipple at the end of the film.

Her confession was accent perfect. She was a bloody good actress, no doubt.

My erection was rock hard and weeping as I sat replaying it. She was not far off from being as good as her gran.

My prisoner was sitting on the wooden bed waiting for my return. "Hi there," she smiled up at me as I sat on the chair in the corner and looked at her. She was so proud of herself as shown by the way she sat with her legs slightly apart to show her pussy and with her breasts thrust out as if waiting to be touched.

"How do you feel?" she asked as I sat drinking a cup of tea.

I stood and held it for her to sip.

"I'm not really sure. Horny, scared, in love I don't quite know...I feel so powerful when I have you at my mercy. While I was shocking you with the cattle prod I actually enjoyed it! It scares me Claire."

"To be truthful I'm as horny as hell. I had no idea that gran got so much fun out of this." She looked at me from under her hair. "Does this mean I'm a masochist?"

I kissed her gently on her forehead. She leaned into me and I rubbed her hair. "Oh this is good!" she breathed.

I helped her up and we moved back into the main part of the chamber. We looked at the script and Claire read the bit about the electric shock table and even she agreed that this might be just too much. We both agreed that we should call it a day as regards the filming but then Claire smiled and said, "Bring the cuffs and the rope." So with Claire still strapped up we went up to the bedrooms.

As we entered the hall the doorbell rang. It was one of those "oh shit" moments. Here we were: one naked with a bright red bottom and bruises on her soft skin with straps wrapped tightly around her, the other dressed in an SS Nazi uniform with a gun on the hip. Well, hell, who do you think should open the door?

We both giggled out loud and ran for the window to see who was there.

"Shit, what's Debbie doing here?" Debbie was here.

`Who is Debbie?' I wondered as I walked out into the hall unstrapping Claire as I sent her to change as I pulled off my jacket and holster. The trousers looked business-like. The shirt was plain.

I opened the door looking up the stairs just in time to see a red bum disappear into the bedroom.

"Hi, can I help you?" I asked, taking in the quite nice looking dark-haired small woman in front of me.

She looked shocked and stepped back a pace.

"Yes. I am looking for Claire. Is she here?" She recovered and walked past me into the hallway.

I smiled at her and shouted, "Claire, darling, someone is here for you!"

Claire came down the stairs dressed in a shirt and slacks and looked beautiful.

"Thank you darling," she gushed and I smiled at her and went to the kitchen to make coffee. And on returning I found Debbie in tears sobbing her heart out over a boyfriend problem.

So it was with a raging hard-on that I left and went home with images in my mind that guaranteed that I wouldn't be sleeping on my stomach that night.

Ballgag Bed tied bondage story FM; M/f; harness; bitgag; roleplay; video; acting; bond; force; strip; naked; cuffs; bdsm; spank; electro; susp; torment; denial; cons/reluct; X

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