Date:         1997/05/14
Message-Id: <5ld8lq$lq0@eros.clara.net>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.bondage,alt.sex.stories

Hi,
I have been downloading stuff from Usenet for some time and haven't really been putting an awful lot back so I decided it was time to repost the stuff I have.

There are a number of reasons for this. Firstly it is for those who have only started using Usenet since the stories I have were originally posted, secondly for those who may simply have missed them first time round and lastly my contribution to fighting the ever increasing spam which now saturates all of the sex newsgroups.

The vast majority of the stories I post will be plain bondage orientated with a few subfem & femdom ones thrown in. Anything a little stronger in terms of s&m isn't really my scene so there won't be much like that. Also please note I am NOT the author of any of the stories so the copyright notices of ALL of the original authors still apply.

I hope you enjoy whatever I do post.

Bye for now. Anakha

STANDARD DISCLAIMER. If you are under 18 or you don't like bondage mixed in with the love life of a married couple, read no further. I have no desire to force anything upon another that they would find objectionable; but, having said this, it is now your choice.

ALYSON'S STORY
Chapter 1

After many months of preparation, the time had finally arrived when Alyson would simply enjoy, endure, suffer her system of self bondage and discipline. The time for programming her computer, the time for carefully calculating distances, the time for constructing devices, the time for manufacturing restraints, those times were now over. Now, she would simply do it.

After checking the set up of "the room," it was time to prepare herself for the day ahead. While every brain cell in her skull argued to go ahead and get started, she knew that anticipation was a huge part of her bondage and discipline life. Her first task was to luxuriate in a hot bath after she washed her hair. Part way through her bath, she shaved her eyebrows, her legs, her arm pits and her cunt. She had toyed with shaving her head as well, but she wasn't quite ready for that, yet. Her hair wasn't that long, cut rather close to her head in a cap cut, but the idea of a skinless skull appealed to her. Soon, she thought but not today.

After her bath, she used a blower to dry what little hair she had. Next, she very carefully did her nails and her toe nails. She then began the long process of applying her make up. She wanted it to be very bizarre, and she was successful.

First was a heavy dusting of powder on her face and neck. This had the effect of making her almost ghost-like. She also liberally powdered her tits. Then, very carefully, she applied a heavy layer of violet eye shadow. This was not just on her upper eye lids, but the entire eye socket cavity and it even swept up at the corners, fading in intensity as it went towards her temples.

After the eye shadow, she applied eye liner. This was a glossy black and as heavy. She also penciled in eye brows, curling them up and out to track the eye shadow.

She next applied the vibrantly red lipstick, excessively thick and which significantly emphasized her lips. Naturally, the same lip gloss went on her nipples.

When done, she starred at herself in the vanity mirror and, satisfied, she rose from the stool and stood in front of the whole wall mirror. She nodded and then moved to the heap of garments on the bed.

From long experience, she knew she had to put her boots on first. These required a good deal of bending and she had learned she couldn't lace them after she had laced on her corset. She pulled thigh high hose up her legs and then she pulled the knee high, very high heeled boots onto her legs. The heels had to be at least six inches. On several occasions, she had practiced walking and now had no difficulty. Her one significant problem was the strain on her calves from wearing them for lengthy periods of time. Today, the schedule called for a very long period. After lacing them up her legs, she strolled around the bedroom to get the feel again. She always giggled at the way her crotch was thrust forward when she was wearing these boots. At the back of each boot, and just above where the heels joined the shoe, there was a small wire.

There were a couple other items to add to her discomfort (comfort?) she had to put on before she got into her corset. Since they would involve twisting her body, she decided to insert the probes into her cunt and ass at this point. They were very smooth metal (she was thankful she had thought to warm them a bit), but she still used a little lubricant on the ass probe which she inserted first. At this stage, it wasn't yet erotic so she grimaced at the discomfort. Next, she inserted the far larger cunt probe. This was a serious undertaking and it required some considerable effort to force it into her body. Each probe had a small flange at the base to prevent her body swallowing either up into her body. Each probe also had a one foot length of wire hanging downward.

After the probes, she wrapped a rather large leather collar around her neck. She didn't buckle it tight, for when it was buckled tight, she had almost no head movement, either left to right or up and down.

Around her waist, she placed a leather corsellet. The top of it came to a line just below her boobs and the bottom ended at her hips on the sides and back while the front dipped down to just above her bald pubes. She had practiced many times lacing herself into this garment, so it wasn't difficult this time. First, she drew the laces as tight as she could and knotted them. Then, she hooked straps to four places on the back and the other ends of these straps she hooked up to a device on the wall. When she was satisfied, she toed a button on the floor. An electric motor began to hum and the straps hooked to the corsellet came to be pulled with the result the corsellet was drawn tighter about her body. When it became very tight, she took her foot off the button and tied the laces. She had had it tighter but she didn't want it to be super tight today. When the laces were re-knotted, she unhooked the straps and stepped away.

She was very pleased with this device. She liked to wear tight corsets but had been frustrated by her inability to lace them really tight. So she had invented a corset tightening machine.

Turning to the wall sized mirror, she gazed with satisfaction at her reflected image. The probes within her cunt and ass had generated the beginnings of arousal so the sense of fullness was offset. She could just detect the beginnings of the odor of her arousal. At times, this had embarrassed her, but now she reveled in it herself. Realizing what this meant, she walked about the room for a few minutes, and the odor became very noticeable. Wryly, she thought, it'll be a while before that odor goes away.

Stepping to her goodies, she selected two tiny clamp like objects. Then, with her thumbs and forefingers, she began to pull and twist her nipples. When she was satisfied one was erect, she took one of the C-clamps and applied it to her nipple. Quickly, she tightened the screw until she felt pressure on her nipple, and then she tightened it some more. The effect was first to flatten and then to cause the nipple to ooze just past the clamp. After a few moments of again exciting the other nipple, she put a similar clamp on it. She wanted them tight but no so that they would shut off circulation. And again there were wires dangling.

In quick succession, she wrapped leather straps around her upper thighs and upper arms. Each of these were secured and each had the tiny wire. She then pulled on elbow length gloves. The hands of these gloves were not sleek but rather cumbersome. They looked more like an armored knight's gauntlets than a lady's gloves. There were several wires dangling from each.

The final item she put on was a tricky item. It was a tongue clamp. The idea was much the same as the nipple clamps. The clamp was fastened a little back from the end and to force the part of her tongue in front to swell up and stay fixed in the clamp.

With her tongue protruding from her mouth, she then marched to "the room." Moving with a purpose, after checking the clock, she rapidly typed in a message on her computer: "run program at 20:15" which meant the computer was to start its program in twenty minutes.

In the middle of the room, there was a heavy plank on two trestles. She straddled it. Her booted feet were flat on the floor. On the plank, in front of her, were four cuffs. The two larger ones she placed on each ankle. These had ropes attached to them that were routed back to pulleys on either side of the wall and then up to reels mounted on the wall. The other cuffs went on her wrists and ropes came down from the ceiling to them. There was still plenty of slack so she continued to work.

There was a huge wiring harness on the plank. Each was color coded and she hooked these to the wires from each boot, the thigh straps, her cunt and ass probes, the upper arm wires, and the nipple wires. Then, she took her time and connected several wires to the gloves she was wearing.

Glancing downward, she decided she was satisfied. She hooked a dangling rope to her tongue clamp and then she tightened her collar so she could look only straight ahead, where ever her head was pointed. Finally, she put her arms behind her and snapped a clip into the rings on each wrist cuff.

And then she waited. She was uncertain how much time it would be before her computer would start to run the program but it couldn't be much.

Her cunt odor was very strong. She was aroused.

And then the computer beeped. She knew that was the start of the program. The rope on her tongue clamp became taught. Then, the ropes on her wrist tightened. Finally, the ropes on her ankles tightened. She had engineered the machinery so it would first become taught; but initially, it wouldn't force her to move as it reached resistance of her limbs. By flexing her muscles, she could prevent the machinery from tightening further.

She knew, however, that this was only a short respite. The computer would soon take over.

The first action was that her ankles were pulled outward. This was continued until she could no longer rest her weight on her feet and her entire weight dropped onto her crotch which was straddling the plank. This was always a rough beginning. She had tried it with a narrow board and without the probes but she preferred the plank and the probes. Her ankles had been pulled out so there was no way for her to rest any of her weight on anything but her plugged cunt.

The machine then began to lift her arms up behind her. As her arms went up, her body was pushed forward and then downward. While this was happening, the rope pulling on her tongue clamp moved outward and maintained a tension with a not uncomfortable pull on her tongue.

When she was in her greatest discomfort, the first of the itches occurred. Each of the wires carried electricity to some part of her body. Each probe was wired. Each nipple was wired. Each cuff was wired. The wiring in the boots and gloves made contact with each toe and finger as well as the palms of her hands and the soles of her feet.

She thought of these as itches for that's the way they started. She knew, however, that as the time wore on, the intensity would grow and she would be hit with multiple blasts.

And she loved it. She was a bondage enthusiast. She enjoyed being bound, secured, made immobile.

And she was almost overpowered by her own odor. She went through a series of cums. She enjoyed herself.

She felt herself building to a cum, but she held it off as long as she could. She concentrated on the board which was splitting her cunt. She could barely lean forward to put pressure on her clit and then she'd back off. But she didn't want to sit back either for that drove the butt plug further into her ass. The tingle in her tongue had now reached the point where it felt like someone was pinching it. Her nipples and her heels seemed like they were on fire. She knew that her time was coming to an end because everything seemed to be running together. Just about the time she thought she would lose consciousness, after the umpteenth cum, the machinery relaxed.

Fortunately for her, she had a full weekend to recover. She loved her bondage; but, she hated to admit it, it was a strain on her body and the stiffness of the day after this time was the worst ever.

Alyson had been introduced to bondage as a result of a modeling assignment. The pay had been good and she wasn't adverse to being tied, chained or otherwise restrained. She considered herself thoroughly heterosexual but she had little difficulty in licking a cunt or having her cunt licked by another female while in a bondage scene. She had considered opening a relationship with another person to practice bondage away from modeling, but she considered the other models to be indifferent to bondage, at best, and hostile at worst. She supposed she could enter a lesbian relationship and make bondage a part of it, but that would be essentially dishonest. Hence, she used her mechanical engineering background and computer knowledge to devise self-bondage events. She always smiled to herself when she considered her background: a real beauty with an engineering degree trading on the beauty of her body. [In time, of course, she realized the modeling would eventually end, so joined an international firm in her field.]

Chapter 2

Her next project was suspension. First she had to arrange the hardware. This included six sets of block and tackle and a heavy frame. Her garments this time did not involve the itching electric connections.

After the hardware, she programmed her computer. She punched in the instructions that would lift her off the ground, allow her to hang by her wrists and to then turn her upside down so she could hang by her ankles.

The time arrived: no corset this time as she needed to be flexible enough to bend her body at the waist. The bondage collar was fine. On her legs, she put the boots. They wouldn't impact her ability to stand this time, but she enjoyed wearing them. Over her hands, she pulled long, leather gloves. On her wrists and ankles, she wrapped heavily padded cuffs. These had extra strength buckles and each had two heavy duty rings as well. In her mouth, she placed a small rubber bladder. There was a tube connected to it with a threaded joint at the end. She then pulled a leather discipline helmet over her head. Quickly, she laced it up the back until it conformed to her face exactly. The tube was fed through a small hole in the helmet at the level of her mouth. Her eyes were still useful but there was a blinder dangling from one side of the helmet.

Moving to her computer, she considered her condition. Mentally, she ticked off her plans and then silently snapped her fingers. She had forgotten the dildoes. Quickly, she moved to her bench where she could grab the smaller ass-hole version which she simply pushed in with no lubrication. She grimaced but reveled with the pain of the intrusion. The huge, cunt dildo required a little lubrication but eventually she got it in. She wrapped a belt around her waist and pulled a crotch strap into place to hold the two probes in her body.

Deciding all was ready, she punched in the start code to her computer and then moved to her platform. She secured one set of block and tackle to each ankle and each wrist, also to the front and back of the harness holding her dildoes in. She then screwed an inflating bulb to her gag and pumped it up to fill her mouth. Because of the helmet, the bulb could only swell within her mouth. It depressed her tongue but, because of its design, it did not threaten her throat. Taking one last look around, she pulled the blinder into place on her helmet. And then she waited.

She didn't have long to wait. Within a short time, she felt the ropes on her wrists begin to pull her hands upward. Since she knew her height and weight, she had programmed the computer to pull the ropes upward quickly until just before a strain went onto her arms, at which point they slowed. The pull was inexerorble and soon she was on the toes of her booted feet and then she was off them, with all her weight on her wrists. Because she was using two different points of suspension, she simply hung downward with no twisting or turning. The initial time of suspension took a period of acclimation: that is, she twisted her wrists in their cuffs and got used to the sensation. When she was settled, she just began to hang. She had no idea how long she would hang: she had programmed the computer to select randomly the period within minimum and maximum parameters. The unknowing added to the feeling.

She flexed her cunt and ass-hole muscles, and felt the probes within her. It felt good so she did it again. And then it occurred to her: had she activated the automatic, intermittent vibrating features of the probes? Well, she'd just have to wait and see what happened. She continued to flex her cunt and ass-hole muscles until a tiny vibrating sensation started in her ass. It was on. Hurrah, she thought.

And then the ropes on her ankles and wrists began to draw and relax. Within a couple minutes, she was hanging by her heels. This threw a different set of tensions on her body. At that point, the other probe began to vibrate in her cunt. And she came.

When her computer finally lowered her, upright, to her feet, she quickly released herself. Altogether, she had been in the device for a total of two and a half hours.

Anakha.