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Subject: Nancy (Mf, bondage, pleasure)
Date: 13 Mar 1997 03:04:17 GMT
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I am not the author...I am just reposting this. 

He had called in response to her ad in the personals.  Nancy wasn't sure 
what to expect.  She was filled with nervous excitement.  He had spoken 
about the nature of their arrangements on the telephone.  During these 
conversations, they designed an experience which 
should surely meet her needs, fulfill some of her desires.  He assured 
her that she would not regret seeking his services, but she should 
prepare herself for some surprises along the way.

I.  THE MEETING
She pulled her car into the empty space beside the silver van.  Carrying 
her suitcase, she approached the side door of the vehicle.  The door 
swung open.  A familiar voice asked her to climb inside.  She did so, 
pausing to consider that this was likely her final opportunity to 
reconsider this arrangement.

A soft leather blindfold was immediately pulled over her eyes and buckled 
behind her head.  Her arms were pulled behind her and her wrists were 
tied together and cinched.  She felt something pressing against her 
lips.  The rubber ball was pulled into her open mouth and strapped behind 
her neck.  She mouthed the ball, testing its size and firmness.  She 
imagined how she must have looked wearing the blindfold, her mouth filled 
by a rubber ball.  Her elbows were pulled together and bound.  He lifted 
her skirt around her waist and admired her long, toned legs, encased in 
nylon.

A rope belt was tied tightly around her waist.  From the small of her 
back, an end of that rope was pulled between her cheeks, between her 
labia, and tied to the belt in front.  This crotchrope seemed to 
be a pretty useful accessory, she thought.  He tied her slender ankles 
together, as well as her knees.  He slid off her high-heeled pumps and 
ran his fingers over the soles of her stockinged feet.  He slid her 
shoes back on and rolled her on to her stomach. He then pulled her heels 
and ankles up toward her bottom and attached them to her wrists.

She endured this rigid hogtie for the remaining hour of their ride.  She 
tested her bonds with some experimental struggles. All his ropework was 
secure, to say the least.  Nancy enjoyed the sound and feeling of her 
stockinged legs rubbing together.  She kicked off her heels, arched her 
feet and pointed her toes, as she worked her bound mound against the 
padded floor of the van.  She tried not to drool too much as she bit down 
on her ballgag.

II.  THE ARRIVAL
He released her from the hogtie and carried her indoors.  She was seated 
in a chair.  He retied each ankle to a front chair leg.  He took the 
opportunity to run his fingers between her long legs.  He thought she 
seemed to be content for the moment.  Her arms were tied to the 
chairback.  He removed the ballgag, but immediately replaced it with a 
soft, thick cloth, pulled tightly between her teeth.  Her blindfold was 
removed.  She got her first look at him.  She liked what she saw.  She 
hoped he was enjoying her, as well.  He sat across from Nancy and 
explained what he had planned for her.  Her eyes widened.  The gag 
allowed only garbled statements of concern.  She reminded herself that she

asked for it...and she was gonna get it.

III.  SETTING THE TABLE
Nancy was relieved of her blouse and skirt.  She now stood before him, her

sculpted legs enhanced by the 5" heels she wore.  Her sheer hose and 
garter belt looked stunning.  She worked long and hard at the gym; her 
body revealed the fruits of her labor.  She was lean, fit and firm.

He lifted her onto the table and had her lay on her back.  Her wrists 
were tied together overhead and pulled down below the tabletop, where 
they were fastened.  Each ankle was tied to opposite sides so that she 
was straddling the end of the table.  He slid a finger under her g-string 
and snipped it off with some scissors.  Nancy watched as he balled up her 
panties and held them in front of her mouth.  "Open up, please", he 
said.  She complied and he pushed the wad of nylon into her mouth.  He 
appled several strips of silver duct tape to complete the gag.  His final 
addition to the table setting was a splendid vibrating device, which he 
kindly inserted into her moistness.  He activated it and sat down to 
watch as Nancy writhed about, tugging at her bonds, working in 
cooperation with her electric companion.  Her gagged sighs and moans 
assured him that he was providing what she had requested.

IV.  POST-ER GIRL
Her back against the wooden post, Nancy's hands were crossed and tied 
behind, her arms surrounding the post.  More ropes surrounded her upper 
body, above and below her breasts.  He carefully applied a 
clothespin-like clamp to each engorged nipple.  It surprised Nancy that 
this was uncomfortable, yet simultaneously, very appealing.  He tied 
another tight crotchrope on, this one had a few well-placed knots tied 
into it.  He attached her wrists to the rear of the crotchrope.  She was 
entirely nude.  Her athletic body was a sight to behold, he thought to 
himself.  He envied the guys that she surely had following her around.  
She stood up on her toes, tugging at the crotchrope, seeking satisfaction.
Her feet were like those of a dancer, slender with great arches.  She 
thought about how much she loved to shop for clothing and shoes which 
helped her show off her body.  She got the biggest kick out of how men 
looked at her, their desire apparent.  He approached her and ran his 
hands over her body, massaging her breasts, thighs...

He produced a blindfold and a leather bit gag.  On they went.  He stepped 
back and admired his handiwork, and the treasure that stood before him.  
She was truly magnificent.  He watched as Nancy gyrated her hips, her 
fingers tugging purposefully on the rear strands of her crotchrope.  She 
produced and intriguing series of gagged grunts and moans.  He touched 
her frequently, only briefly.  This teasing elicited some great responses 
from his client.

V.  FIELD TRIP
She was given a special outfit for the day's outing.  Her black, 
sleeveless turtleneck covered her carefully-applied breast bondage.  Her 
black leather mini-skirt barely concealed her stocking tops.  Beneath the 
skirt was a leather belt which include vibrating plugs for both orifices.
She wore seamed, sheer beige nylons.  Her black heels were her favorites; 
they showed lots of toe cleavage.  She thought that looked sexy.  

Her wrists were handcuffed behind her.  A leather strap pulled her elbows 
together.  Leather cuffs attached her ankles.  A black leather prod gag 
filled her mouth.  She reclined in her seat.  A wide black strap held her 
against the seat back.  Nancy was aroused by sucking ad chewing the thick 
leather shaft that packed her mouth.  Her eyes roamed the passing 
sidewalks and roadways.  She was excited by the thought of someone seeing 
her like this.  She tried to imagine what these observers might think of 
seeing this bound and gagged female, riding around town in broad 
daylight.  It was turning her on.  Well, the vibrators helped a bit also.

He again took the opportunity to reach over and touch his lovely
passenger.
His fingers ran across her stocking tops, her thighs, her breasts.  She 
was amazed at how the breasts ropes served to increase their sensitivity. 

Her nipples were hard like diamonds and yearning for attention.  Her 
vibrating belt was definitely keeping on the edge of her seat, so to
speak.
She wiggled about in her seat, attempting to maximize the pleasures 
available to her.  All this incredible pleasure, she thought, and the 
only thing she had to do was enjoy it.  No worries, no planning, no hard 
work, no hassles...just savor every moment as he treated her like a 
bondage queen.  If only her boyfriends and relationships were half this 
satisfying.

VI.  FUN IN THE SUN
Her lovely car ride took the two of them to another location.  It was a 
beautiful home with landscaped grounds and a large swimming pool in the 
back.  Nancy borrowed a bathing suit from the bedroom closet.  This bikini

was brief.  Admiring herself in the mirror, she again congratulated 
herself for taking such good care of her body.

He pulled her arms behind her back yet another time and roped the wrists 
together.  Her elbows were drawn closely together and bound.  He pulled a 
bright orange ballgag between her teeth and buckled it tightly.  Her lips 
formed a seal around the ball.  She had grown to like these tight gags; 
they relieved the pressure and obligation of conversing.  Oh, she loved 
to talk, but not now, not when she should be focusing on the challenges 
at hand. Anyway, she was communicating with him very ably using body 
language and muffled sounds.

He led her out onto the sunny deck.  He applied a liberal amount of 
suntan oil to her lovely, tanned skin.  Nancy glistened from neck to 
toes.  She laid on her stomach on a chaise lounge.  Her crossed her 
ankles and tied them.  He then connected them to her wrists.  This 
particular hogtie was really tight, she thought.  She felt her back 
pulled into an arch, lifting her shoulders off the chair.  He enjoyed how 
she flexed and arched her tanned feet, pointing her toes.  Nancy was 
attempting to pleasure herself by gyrating her hips onto the straps of 
the lounge chair.  The two of them spent some time enjoying the afternoon 
sunshine.

He rolled Nancy onto her side and wiped the saliva from her ballgagged 
mouth.  He massaged her oiled skin.  He got her semi-aroused and removed 
her bikini top. He attached two small clamps to her nipples.  This drove 
Nancy wild.  Her eyes rolled back.  She grunted.  He began kissing 
her...stomach, neck, breasts, thighs, ankles, feet, bottom.  He lingered 
between her spread-open thighs.  He gave her his very best oral service.  
She never realized sunbathing could be this enjoyable.  She didn't even 
notice the heat although she was sweating.

VII.  FAREWELL DINNER
Nancy had on her favorite dress, black nylons and naughtly-looking black 
patent high-heeled pumps.  He provided her with two vibrators, which she 
cheerfully installed prior to dressing for dinner.

She sat at the elegant dinner table, ankles bound tightly together and 
drawn back such that her shoes were suspended several inches above the 
carpet.  Her knees were also bound together, denying access to her 
pantied parts.  She thought this might limit her opportunities that 
evening, a small sigh escaping her mouth.  Her waist was tied to the 
chair back.  Her dress was pulled down just off her shoulders.  Her 
breasts were surrounded by tight ropes.  Engorged as they were, she was 
certain that the slightest touch of his hand would push her over the edge.
Her wrists were tied together and pulled back behind her head, attached 
to the rear of the waist rope.  This forced her to thrust her chest 
forward in a most appealling way.  Her gag was a leather-wound steel ring 
between her teeth.  It forced her mouth wide-open.  She moved her tongue 
freely inside her mouth, licking her lips, making gulping sounds.

Throughout the dinner, he told her how much he had enjoyed providing her 
with the services she requested.  He ate his meal, occasionally pausing 
to stroke her breasts or rub a thigh.  He gave her small tastes of his 
meal.  She licked his finger hungrily.  Her hips swayed in small, 
rhythmic circles.  Neither complained about the dinner; both parties 
were apparently satisfied.

VIII.  BOUND TO COME TO AN END...
Nancy sat and thought about the wonderful time she had with him.  She 
never wanted to say goodbye.  

She was lying on the floor between the front seats of the van, looking up 
at him.  As usual, he had bound and gagged her tightly.  He looked down 
at her, pulling the van to the side of the road, stopping.  He 
blindfolded her and asked her to try to visualize their experiences in 
her mind.  She had experienced pleasure she hadn't thought possible.  How 
could her boyfriends top this?  All else would surely pale in 
comparison.  The dating scene was fraught with uncertainty, frequent 
disappointment.  Why, she thought, could no other man fulfill her this 
way?  It wasn't because she hadn't asked. 

The van stopped.  He reached down and removed the blindfold.  He opened 
her car, carried her to the driver's seat and laid her down.  He kissed 
her forehead, reaching down to untie her wrists.  He got back into the 
van and drove off.  As she watched him pull away, she freed her hands 
then unbuckled the gag strap and plucked the ball from her mouth.  She 
untied her knees and ankles. She held the ballgag near her lips and 
remembered.
 
THE END.  OR IS IT?



