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Bound To Please

Prologue - Episode 1

She had always liked the thought of being helpless. Overpowered by her lover/partner, with her sexual desires building up, but unable to satisfy herself. It was when she was small, and playing with some boys in the neighborhood, that she discovered the stimulation from being held captive. Once, while playing "Cops and Robbers", she had been tied to a chair. The excitement and rush she felt from trying to get free, caused her to have her first orgasm. Since then, she had always liked the concept of bondage as a sexual stimulus, as a way of being aroused. She had always liked the benevolent, romantic type of bondage.

No pain was ever involved or even thought. Her bondage was a for the sake of sexual teasing or foreplay, or acting out a rescue fantasy with juvenile overtones, or just the sweet and secret simple sharing of a personal fantasy between caring persons. When she is wrapped up tightly, there is a feeling of being protected, and the bonds become the surrogate for a protective lover's arms. The bondage she thought of was an essentially gentle act used by lovers to intensify their physical and sexual closeness.

This was the way she felt. But there was no one to share her fantasy with. She had been alone for some time, and when you are alone, your fantasies become even more important. But she had developed something to satisfy her desire, where there was a will, there was a way. It was something she had developed over time by herself. She would tie herself and then struggle to get free. The resulting climax was even better than she had achieved with her former lovers, without the problems of satisfying their sexual hang-ups.

But with any fantasy, there is always a risk. The risk that someone will find out her secret desires and embarrass her. The risk that she could be hurt by her partner. A special trust is required before you can open up and share you fantasies with someone. And then there is the risk of tying yourself up, and not being able to get free. But she had no really close friends, no one she could trust, so she had invented a "safety person". A close friend who had a key to her house and could save her if her something went wrong with her bondage, her self-bondage. If she was unable to escape after her orgasmic fantasy, her unknowing friend would be over sometime later to help here get free.

This was the way she felt. It had been her secret until now.........

Episode #1 "Bound To Please" The fantasy begins.....

It all started one Friday morning when Miss Fortune decided to put herself into some restrictive self-bondage. She hadn't done that for a while so that afternoon when she got home from work she decided to have some fun. Earlier that morning she had frozen a key that would unlock her handcuffs in an ice tray. When she got home, the key was ready to go. Miss Fortune locked the doors and stripped down to the nude. She put on a pair of stockings and a garter belt, thick high black leather boots, brief panties, elbow length k** leather gloves, and a black lace bra that revealed more than it covered. She felt very sexy and knew that she wouldn't be going out side dressed like that. She was set to begin. She hooked the ice cube tray with the key frozen inside up to a string hanging from the ceiling in the middle of her bedroom. When it melts, the key would fall to the floor and she would have to struggle over and free herself. She then picked up the phone and asked if Rosebud could come over that evening so that they could go to the bar and look for men. Rosebud was her safety person, but she did not know the real reason she was being invited over. She said that she would be over that evening at eight o'clock that night. That gave her about 3 hours of bondage fun. Miss Fortune sat down on the bed and picked up a piece of soft rope and proceeded to tie and cinch her booted feet together very tightly at the ankles. She next stood up and locked a 3 inch wide leather belt around her waist. This leather belt had a two inch strap that was attached in back to the waist strap and went through her legs and locked in front, better known as a "chastity belt". She then locked a set of handcuffs to a D-ring which was also attached to the belt in the back. When her hands were locked in the handcuffs, she would be unable to move them away from her body. Miss Fortune then tied her legs together, above the knee, thus making her legs useless. To make things even more difficult, she got back up on the bed and sat back on her ankles, and strapped her ankles to her thighs with a large leather strap. With her hands locked behind her, she would effectively be hogtied, a position which excited her and that she loved very much.

She picked up the red ball gag and wedged the sphere in her mouth. She pulled the strap behind her head and buckled it tightly, pulling the ball deep into her mouth. Without help, the gag was not coming off. One last item and she was ready to go. She picked up a thin rubber sheet and folded it into a four inch wide strip to act as a blindfold. She tied it tightly around her head covering her eyes. She found that being blindfolded made the time go slower and also allowed her to fantasize easier. Miss Fortune laid on her stomach, placed her hands behind her and locked the handcuffs on her wrists. She was now a prisoner of her own bondage. She knew she had about two hours before the ice would melt so she just laid back and relaxed, because she wasn't going anywhere. She really enjoyed being tied up and gagged like this, all she had to do was lay there and dream. She hadn't been tied up long when she thought she herd the front door bell ring. Then it rang, again. It really surprised her. She wasn't expecting anyone this early in the afternoon. Then there was someone knocking on the door. She herd the person say, "Miss Fortune, are you in there?" It was Rosebud. Miss Fortune hadn't realized that she was going to come this early. She could understand why Rosebud has come so early. But she was here now. Rosebud had a key to Miss Fortune's house, she only hoped she didn't use it. She was out of luck. Miss Fortune heard her opening the door and walking in. She knew that Rosebud would come into the bedroom and find her on the bed all bound and gagged, but there was no way out not. Her secret would be known.


A Bondage Fantasy Continues When Rosebud entered the room, she must have been taken by surprise, because she just stopped at the door and said, "Miss F, what are you doing?" She rushed over to the bed and removed the blindfold, and tried to remove the hand cuffs, but found they were locked on.

"Boy! Someone sure didn't want you to get away did they?" she said. "Where is the key?" She had forgotten that Miss F was still gagged. Rosebud unbuckled the strap that held the ball gag in place and removed the gag. Miss F said that the key hanging in the middle of the room. Rosebud was surprised, but then she looked at Miss Fortune and smiled.

Rosebud asked Miss Fortune if she had done this to herself. After she said yes, RB asked why she had done this. Miss F explained that she had been practicing bondage for some time and that she hadn't found someone she could really trust to tie her up, so she invented ways to tie herself up and get loose without help. This is called self-bondage. The Rosebud asked " what happens if you can't get out?" Miss F explained that she had been using her as a safety person. Before he placed herself in bondage, she would call Rosebud and ask her to come over later that day or evening. And since you have your own key, you could come inside to wait if she wasn't there. This way if something went wrong with her bondage, Rosebud would eventually come along and free her.

Rosebud just smiled and got up from the bed and walked over to the ice that held the key to the hand cuffs. She untied the block of ice and took it to the bathroom where she melted it to retrieve the key. When Rosebud came back, she held the key up in front of Miss Fortune's face and said "I guess I am that someone, now; besides, you don't have any choice." She was right. Miss F was bound very securely and Rosebud did have the key. Then Rosebud surprised Miss Fortune by asking if she would like to spend the rest of the weekend tying each other up. She said that she has always been curious what bondage was like , but she never had the chance to try it. Now she had that chance. Miss F quickly agreed.

Rosebud said that she had to go home and get some different clothes so that she could stay here for the whole weekend. She also said that they could start tying each other up now and that she would finish retying Miss F on the bed and then go home and get her stuff. That sounded good to Miss Fortune. She told Rosebud that she kept the rest of her bondage equipment in a suitcase under the bed. RB pulled out the suitcase and dumped the contents in the middle of the floor. She was surprised to see the amount in the suitcase. RB sat down in the middle of the floor and examined each piece of equipment. Miss F tried to explain the purpose of each piece. RB played with a few of the items, and tried some on herself. She then picked out two elbow cuffs, a leather strap and a long leash. RB got up from the floor, and sat down next to Miss F on the bed. She rolled Miss Fortune on her stomach and proceeded to attach a leather cuff to each arm, just above the elbow. She then connected them together with a leather strap, pulling her elbows close together. This had been something Miss F had been unable to accomplish by herself. She then attached a leash to a clip on one of the straps and the other end to the bed headboard. Miss Fortune was now tied to the bed. Before Rosebud left, she regagged Miss F with the ball gag, pulling it tighter than she had it before. She also retied the rubber sheet around her eyes, cutting off her sight. Rosebud got up from the bed, patted her on the rear and said, "Be back in a while. Just relax. I then heard her walk out of the room and close the door. She was all alone. Her wildest dream had come true. She had been bound and gagged by a friend who was completely in control. This was the ultimate fantasy. I hope RB is trustworthy, she thought.

BOUND TO PLEASE #3 - This Trashy Fantasy Continues

She was all alone. Her wildest dream had come true. She had been bound and gagged by a friend. This was her ultimate fantasy.

It was about 15 minutes later when she heard a loud crack of breaking wood and then the door open. Something about that noise didn't sound right, she thought. Why would RB have returned so soon. I knew she took my car, I hope she didn't have any problem. Miss F was becoming stiff from being tied so completely. That's funny, she thought, what was that loud wood-like crack before the door opened, and now, someone was opening and closing cupboards and drawers in the kitchen. What was Rosebud doing? The bedroom door opened with a thud, and a deep voice said, "This is what I call service".

"Oh my God", thought Miss F., something has gone wrong, and it isn't Rosebud. She struggled on the bed to get free, but she knew is was useless. She stopped moving as a pair of large muscular hands grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her over on her side. "I don't know who did this to you beautiful, but I would like to thank them. I thought no one was home here, but now I am glad you are". The hands felt incredibly strong as he untied he straps on her legs. She could feel the bl**d rushing back into her feet as he removed her leg bonds. She sat on the edge of the bed and wiggled her feet to try to get them working. Her hands were still in handcuffs attached to belt at her back. "I can't see your eyes very well" said the voice as the blindfold was removed. "Who in the hell is this", she thought.

As the blindfold was removed and her eyes cleared, she could see a tall man wearing tight worn leather pants, a black turtleneck sweeter, and a ski mask with only his eyes showing. This guy was a hulk of a man who must have lifted weights for a living. Obviously, he had come to rob the house, but had found something he liked better. Miss was still gagged and handcuffed as she sat on the edge of the bed. The chastity belt which she still wore was her only protection. She hoped RB had taken the keys to the locks with her.

"I can see you are in a bit of a bind beautiful, let me help you a little." As he approached her he could see that he had the keys to her locks in his hand. RB must have left them on the kitchen table. She was in trouble, and she couldn't even identify this guy. He unlocked the belt and disconnected the handcuffs from the belt, but he left them connected to her wrists behind her back. Now she was even more vulnerable. His eyes drifted over to the suitcase of bondage equipment which Rosebud has left in full view. "You are really into this stuff, aren't you beautiful." He picked up a set of leg shackles and came toward her. He unzipped her leather boots and removed them, but then he snapped the shackles on her ankles. They were just like the hand cuffs only slightly larger with a 12 inch chain. With them on, you could only take short steps, but running was totally out.

"Well beautiful, these clothes were made for prowling outside and I am getting rather hot. I hope you will excuse me if I take off this turtleneck" he said . Take off the mask too, thought Miss Fortune, so I can pick you out of the mug shots. Only the sweater came off, but it revealed enough muscle for two robbers. This guy had an outstanding build which made Miss F hot just to sit there.

"I hope you don't mind" he said "but I want to take off this mask too". So you will have to put one on, or you will be able to identify me. "Damn it" thought Miss F. Her chances were rapidly decreasing. This guys brains matched his build. She knew what was next. He went to the bondage equipment and returned with a leather discipline helmet. The only openings were 3 small holes at the noise for breathing. "I hate to leave the gag in, it looks so uncomfortable, but I cant take the chance that you would scream. He placed the leather helmet over her head and zipped the zipper which ran down the back of her head to the neck. The zipper connected to a leather collar that went around her neck with a small lock . A few muffled groans were all that were heard as the lock was connected with a horrifying "CLICK". Miss F had used the helmet before but always in fantasy. She knew how it was impossible to remove without the key.

She new what was next, and he proved her right. With the scissors he had taken from the kitchen, her bra and panties fell away. She was totally blind, unable to speak, wrists handcuffed behind her back, her legs locked at her ankles, completely nude, and completely helpless. What was worse, she could hear him breathing close to her. She knew he was near. What was next. Why wasn't Rosebud back yet.


(RECAP) She was totally nude, unable to see, unable to speak - except for a few muffled groans, wrists handcuffed behind her back, her legs locked in large handcuffs at her ankles, and completely helpless. What was worse, she could hear him breathing close to her. This was an impossible situation, how did this ever happen. She knew he was near. What was next. Why wasn't Rosebud back yet. Where could she be?

(NEW) Miss F could feel the heat from his muscular body, and his eyes visually groping her body. She was afraid, but she had to remain calm. If she could just remain still on the bed things would be OK. She quivered as the bed moved. He had laid down on the bed next to her, but he still had not touched her. What was he going to do, what was he thinking?

"You are a fantastically beautiful woman" he said in a deep voice. "Under different circumstances we could have,... well.. it could have been different." As he spoke, she felt the caress of his hand on her breast. But it was unusual, it was soft and tender. There was emotion on the other end of that hand, thought Miss F. Maybe she would be safe after all.

His hand moved slowly over her breast, softly fondling her lovely mounds. Her nipples were hard and tight, and his fingers gently squeezed them. Slowly his hand moved down her abdomen and over her stomach, going lower.

Miss F shivered as he groped her body. Her hands strained to be free of the steel cuffs on her wrists. Her breathing was rapid as she became excited . How could this be happening, she was afraid for her safety, but she was becoming sexually aroused. His hand slowly moved in circular motions on her stomach. Suddenly, a liquid was being applies on her stomach, a perfumed creamy lubricant. His hand smoothed the excessive cream over her stomach and up on to her breasts. The soft smooth liquid added a slippery feel which only heightened her sexual excitement. He had placed his left arm under her head, as he lay next to her and slowly caressed her body as he added still more of the perfumed cream. Slowly, his hand worked lower and lower until he had worked it between her legs. The excitement and anxiety was too must for her she had relaxed and allowed her legs to open, allowing his creamy rhythmic hand access to her womanhood. The touch was light but firm as it worked rhythmically, up and down, in and out, against her swelling opening. The chain connecting her ankle cuffs clinked as Miss F began to move in unison with the stimulating hand. Her breathing became more rapid, and louder. He pulled her close with the hand under her head, and placed his right leg over her legs. How did she ever get into his situation she thought, but however it happened, at this moment she didn't want it to stop. He could tell she was becoming more and more stimulated, and was approaching orgasmic relief, and just as she was nearing the point, HE STOPPED. Why had he Stopped. She groaned with anticipation, what hat happened.

He jumped from the bed as Miss F heard the back door to the kitchen open. Rosebud was returning (at last) with her things to spend the weekend. Miss F thought "I have to warn her, how can I tell her about the man in the bedroom." Miss F made muffled grunts and groans trying to alert RB. Rosebud could hear the soft noises from the bedroom and assumed that Miss was just having fun being tied up, the way RB had left her.

Rosebud had changed her clothes and decided that black leather was just the thing for the weekend plans. A black leather straight miniskirt with a pullover soft glove skin leather sweat shirt top. A pair of calf-high black leather high heeled boots, topped of the sultry outfit. She had on a tan trench coat to conceal the dramatic attire. The muffled noises were growing louder from the bedroom. "What was "F" up to in there" she wondered. RB removed her trench coat and put her suitcase on in the corner of the kitchen. She had told friends not to expect to see her until Monday. She headed for the bedroom and as she opened the door she was quiet. How in the world had Miss F gotten loose? What had happened to her clothes? How did she get that hood over her head? -- As RB took two steps forward, the bedroom door slammed shut behind her with a "WHAM".

She turned around to see this hulk of a muscular figure in tight leather pants, no shirt, and a ski mask on. "OH MY G.." said RB. As she moved for the door, he stepped in front of it. The perspiration on his body and the massive bulge in his pants told RB that he was recently excited by something. Miss F was suddenly quiet on the bed, knowing that her hope to be rescued by RB has just evaporated.

The way RB was dressed, the tight leather skirt and clingy glove leather top, only added fuel to the sexual fires that raged inside the intruder. Rosebud had not expected this. She had planned a fanciful playful weekend with miss F, satisfying some inner erotic desires, which she had wondered about for years. But now, this had changed to something that put fear in her. Who was that man behind the mask. Who ever he was he, was coming closer, and closer...


(RECAP) She turned around to see this hulk of a muscular figure in tight leather pants, no shirt, and a ski mask on. "OH MY G.." said RB. As she moved for the door, he stepped in front of it. Miss F was suddenly quiet on the bed, knowing that her hope to be rescued by RB has just evaporated.

The way RB was dressed, the tight leather skirt and clingy glove leather top, only added fuel to the sexual fires that raged inside the intruder. Rosebud had not expected this. She had planned a fanciful playful weekend with miss F, satisfying some inner erotic bondage desires, which she had wondered about for years. But now, this had changed to something that put fear in her. Who was that man behind the mask. Who ever he was he, was coming closer, and closer...

(NEW) "So I have you to thank for this present in the bedroom" said the hunk between her and the door. "You must be really into this stuff with the suitcase of EQUIPMENT under the bed, but I guess now it is your turn to have some fun too." If he only knew that her exposure to this was only earlier this afternoon when she found Miss F. Miss F wiggled on the bed, trying in some way to help RB by distracting her captor, but he paid no attention to the noises. Just as RB was planning to let out be loudest scream of her life, he clasped his hand over her mouth and pulled her back to the bed. With his massive hand over her mouth, pinning her against his body, he reached into the suitcase of bondage equipment and pulled out another rubber ball gag similar to the one Miss F had been chewing on for the last hour. As he strapped it into her mouth, the muffled groans were all that could be heard in the room. With the gag in place, he pulled her leather sweatshirt top off, exposing her full breasts. Her breasts were like two fantastic soft pillows, really more than one man could handle, and they moved rhythmically as she struggled to gain her freedom.

"I see you like leather, well maybe we can find something you will like in the suitcase." As he pulled her over to the suitcase he produced a soft leather straitjacket. This jacket was like the ones they use in the mental hospitals except it was made from soft black leather. He f***ed the jacket sleeves onto her arms, pushed her face down onto the bed and attached the buckles & straps which closed the jacket in the back. The sleeves of the jacket were long with the ends sewn closed with a strap in one sleeve and a buckle in the other. He pulled her arms behind her, brought the strap/buckle around to the front and connected them together across her stomach. Another strap attached to the front of the jacket at the waist went down between her legs and attached to a buckle in the back. Unless you were Houdini, there was no way to get free from this jacket without help. Once again he went to the suitcase and pulled out a leather blindfold. As he placed it over her eyes and fastened it behind her head, RB stopped squirming. He pushed her back onto the bed with Miss F, removed one of Miss F leg cuffs, ran it through the frame of the bed and connected it to RB's leg. To prevent Miss F from undoing the straps of RB's leather jacket, he had placed leather mittens over Miss F's hands. These mittens had no fingers or thumbs and secured to her wrists by a single strap. They were both helpless and very vulnerable on the bed. He wondered how many more fantastically beautiful women would show to be bound and gagged.

The erotic excitement was so thick in the air you could cut it with a knife. RB was a small woman but she made up for it in other ways. Being new to any form of bondage, she struggled on the bed trying to pull her arms free, but it was no use. The smooth leather was pulled tight across her breasts from the jacket straps that held the straight jacket tight to her body. As they laid on the bed they heard the intruder leave and partially close the door behind him. Miss F could just make out RB's garbled words. "What happened" said RB. "Who is this guy?" "I don't know, but we have got to get free" muffled Miss F, who words were even harder to understand through the leather hood. "How does he have you tied up, the straitjacket? said Miss F. "Muph" said RB, as she tried to say yes. "Roll over and maybe I can..." She stopped short as they heard him talking on the phone in the kitchen, but they could only hear bits and pieces of the conversation.

What they did hear made their bl**d run cold... "Two fantastic foxes...the Sheik will pay big bucks for these two". "If you arrange the plane they could be ready for transport tomorrow." "Just remember to bring the van and my cash" "I will call back with the address in the morning". "What a sweet deal" "Good-bye"

RB and Miss F were stunned. Their hearts were beating so hard that they could hear the pounding in their ears. What had RB fallen into.. A simple erotic play time with Miss F had turned into a nightmare....

The door opened and he walked in. "Well said the voice, I hope you girls like to travel". The voice seemed somehow slightly changed, but it must be the same person. "But I need a shower... and who would like to join me?" "Well Miss F since you are dressed for it you are the lucky one". He unlocked the leg cuff from her leg and connected it to the bed frame. He helped Miss F, still nude with her hands cuffed behind her, to her feet, removed her leather mittens and lead her toward the shower.

What was his master plan thought Miss F. Who is this guy and how could they escape?..


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