Chapter 1: The Bondage Fan

Although bondage fans come from all walks of life and have no particular characteristics which distinguish them as such, Dale J. can be considered a typical bondage fan. A thirty-one-year-old bachelor, Dale has a college degree and works as a junior executive with a large corporation head-quartered in New York City. He has been interested in bondage since his late teens, and has an extensive library containing most of the literature on the subject. In addition, he has a large collection of bondage equipment which has been obtained at no little expense. The main bedroom of his Manhattan apartment doubles as a bondage studio, and various bondage items are permanently on display along one wall. Friends and casual acquaintances find the display quite kinky, but do not realize that most of the items have a practical application from time to time.

For the past three years, Dale has shared his apartment with his steady girlfriend, Judy. Like many young people, Dale and Judy are not opposed to marriage as an institution but do not consider it right for them. Therefore, they have elected to live together without benefit of clergy, Judy is a leggy blonde in her mid-twenties who stands five feet, eight inches in her stocking feet and has an eye-catching 37-24-36 figure. She comes from the Midwest and works as a secretary.

Prior to becoming acquainted with Dale, Judy had had no experience with bondage. In fact, she had never even heard of it. Dale introduced her to bondage quite slowly, and to their mutual delight Judy soon found it quite exciting to play the role of the trussed-up and completely helpless victim. After she moved in with Dale, weekend bondage sessions beginning on Friday evening after work became a regular practice with the two of them. During the past three years, Judy has acquired various costumes and items of clothing designed to emphasize her role as the helpless victim.

Although no two bondage sessions are alike, a typical bondage session took place one Friday evening after Dale had secured an important promotion at work. Before going to work that morning, he had as usual left detailed instructions for the type of costume Judy was to be wearing when he returned that evening. He was therefore in an expectant mood when he unlocked his door and stepped into the living room. As he expected, the lights were on but the room was deserted. "Come on, let's don't play hide and seek!" he called out in a pleasant voice.

It was a moment before July appeared, blushing prettily and looking rather meek and embarrassed. The comely blonde had dressed exactly in the manner he had instructed: skin-hugging white cashmere sweater worn over a black brassiere, brief, black leather miniskirt that barely covered her hips and which was hemmed to end a full two inches above her tautly suspendered black nylon stockings, slave anklet, and expensive black leather sandals with four-inch spike heels that left her slender feet steeply arched.

Teetering a little precariously on her spike heels, Judy self-consciously presented herself for inspection. Having been raised in a somewhat repressive atmosphere, she had never fully accommodated herself to Dale's exotic ideas about costuming, and often found herself exquisitely embarrassed when required to appear in front of him in such outfits. Dale whistled appreciatively as he looked her over, quickly noting the highlights. The outline of her black brassiere was fully visible beneath her white sweater, and he found the sight quite appealing. And although Judy self-consciously tugged at the hem of her brief leather skirt, she could not conceal the intriguing display of black stocking tops and milk-white thighs. Her long, full, and shapely legs were almost breath-catching in the black stockings and high-heeled sandals.

"Please, Dale!" Judy protested, blushing warmly beneath her heavy makeup. "Don't you think this outfit is a little extreme?"

"You look great!" Dale assured her. "I'm really in the mood to put you through your paces this evening!"

Judy gulped noticeably and her knees buckled slightly. "Now, please, don't be too hard on me!" she spoke in an unconvincing manner. "Don't you want your dinner first?"

Dale shook his head. "No. Why don't we go out for a late dinner afterwards? I'm anxious to get started!"

"All right," Judy answered meekly, looking rather alarmed as Dale stepped toward her.

Dale gave her leather-clad bottom a familiar smack with his bare hand. "Let's go into the bedroom, young lady!" he ordered as if he were speaking to a naughty child.

Looking reluctant and keeping her eyes demurely averted, Judy quietly accompanied him to the bedroom. From past experience, she knew that she would be given no advance notice of what was in store for her and that any suggestions from her would not be appreciated. Since no two sessions were ever alike, she always had to contend with the fear of the unknown.

"Put your gloves on," Dale instructed as soon as they entered the bedroom. He pointed to the long, black kid gloves lying on the dresser. Judy slowly began working the gloves on and required some assistance from him to get the job done. The skin-tight gloves covered her elbows and reached nearly to the short sleeves of her white sweater. The black leather gloves made a striking contrast with her white sweater, and made her bondage costume all the more appealing.

"Put your hands out, palms and forearms together!" Dale instructed.

Judy obeyed in a somewhat tentative manner, watching closely to see what would happen next. Taking a length of white clothesline rope, Dale quickly tied her wrists and forearms together in a tight but unrestricting manner. Although her gloved fingers were free to move about, Judy could see that escape was impossible.

"Dale, I wish you'd tell me what...", Judy's voice trailed off as he shot her a warning glance.

"You know what happens to girls who talk too much!" he reminded her.

"Please, Dale! Not a helmet!" Judy pleaded, already suspecting that it was too late to save her blond head from one of his discipline helmets.

Dale walked over to the closet to pick out a leather discipline helmet for his pretty girlfriend. He possessed several such helmets in various styles which he had acquired over a length of time. This time he selected a brown leather helmet which opened with a zipper down the back and had openings only for the mouth and nostrils. In addition, it was heavily padded at the ears to severely limit the wearer's hearing.

"Oh, please, Dale!" Judy pleaded in an urgent voice. "Please, not that! It's so uncomfortable!"

Dale paid no attention to her pleas and in a moment Judy's blond head began to disappear into the brown leather helmet. Making sure that it was fitted into place properly and that her blond hair was gathered completely inside the helmet, Dale pulled the zipper to completely enclose her head within the helmet. The bizarre leather garment fit her head quite tightly, distinctly outlining her features. Completely deprived of all sight and normal hearing, Judy stood haplessly awaiting her ordeal.

Dale quickly produced a red rubber ball strung on a dowel stick with ropes at each end, and pressed it against Judy's lips. With a resigned sigh, Judy meekly opened her pretty mouth as far as she could to receive the unwelcome object. Without further ado, Dale shoved the rubber ball between her lips and teeth.

"Mmmmm!" Judy's moan of despair sounded low and faraway as the ball forced her jaws uncomfortably far apart.

Stepping behind her, Dale quickly and efficiently tied the two ropes firmly at the back of her neck, thereby forcibly implanting the gag in her mouth and making it impossible for her to voluntarily expel it. Deprived of all sight, hearing, and the ability to communicate verbally, Judy stood meekly helmeted and gagged. Although the bizarre helmet totally concealed her pretty blond head, in some strange and exotic manner it seemed to make her all the more appealing.

Dale brought out a fifteen-foot length of clothesline rope and securely fastened one end of it to the bonds at Judy's wrists. Stepping up on the bed, he then worked the opposite end of the rope through a small hook in the ceiling. Stepping down to the floor, he slowly began pulling on the rope to take up the slack. Imprisoned in the private world created by the helmet, Judy had no idea what he was doing until she felt her arms being pulled upward. In a moment, Judy's arms were pulled out straight and Dale was beginning to feel her weight against the rope.

"Mmmmmmm!" Judy tried to protest through the gag, as her arms were pulled up quite uncomfortably and she found herself standing on her toes.

Making sure that Judy's spike heels were no longer in contact with the floor and that she was completely up on her toes, Dale quickly tied the rope to one of several hooks he had installed in the baseboard around the room.

"Mmmmmmm!" Judy murmured through her gag, shaking her helmeted head in a negative manner in a futile effort to protest the decidedly uncomfortable position.

Dale paused for a moment to cast an appreciative glance at his attractive and totally helpless prisoner. Her long and shapely body strained to the utmost, the grotesquely helmeted and gagged young woman made a beautiful bondage subject. As she stood high on tiptoe, the lithe muscles in her long and gorgeous legs were stretched tautly and rippled beautifully beneath her black nylons. Dale could feel his excitement rising as his eyes moved from her helmeted head down to the visible outline of her black brassiere and then down to her long, nylon-clad legs.

Totally helpless and completely at his mercy, Judy knew that she was helpless to protect herself from the tormenting that was soon to come. Blindfolded by the gag, she didn't know what to expect until suddenly she felt masculine hands on her breasts. Dale manipulated her well-filled brassiere in a deliberately familiar manner designed both to torment and embarrass her.

"Mmmmm!" Judy's muffled outburst revealed surprise and a trace of excitement.

Dale abruptly dropped his hands from her breasts and cupped them around her girlishly plump posterior. Blushing warmly beneath her helmet, Judy wriggled prettily as she felt his hands squeezing and fondling her comely bottom in a deliberately provocative manner. The pretty young woman realized all too well that he might decide to spank her, and that there would be no way in the world to stop him.

After tormenting her with his hands for a couple of minutes, Dale unfastened her leather miniskirt and allowed it to fall to the floor at her feet. As instructed, she was wearing expensive black panties and garter belt that matched her brassiere. Dropping to one knee in front of her, he worked the skirt free from her feet and tossed it aside. Taking another length of clothesline rope, he began tying her trim ankles together quite securely. The white rope stood out starkly against her black nylons, creating a thoroughly pleasing effect. Next, he took another length of rope and used it to bind her thighs together just above the knees. With the two lengths of rope forcing her long legs tightly together, Judy felt all the more helpless and under his domination.

"Mmmmmm!" Judy tried to convey her sense of discomfort to her unseen tormentor, but the rubberball gag forcibly held between her teeth made her unintelligible.

"We've only started, baby!" Dale replied, although he realized he was really speaking to himself since the heavy padding over her ears sealed off her normal hearing completely.

To torment his comely victim all the more, Dale brought out a metal-studded leather dog collar which had a five-foot-long leather leash attached to it. He quickly snapped the collar in place around her white neck. Although completely deprived of her vision, Judy quickly discerned that once again she had been confined in that humiliating dog collar and haplessly shook her helmeted head from side to side in futile protest.

Dale pulled the leash downward between the cleavage of her breasts and allowed his hands to explore the front of her black panties. Their dampness revealed that her discomfort was mixed with arousal. Pulling the elastic waistband of her panties outward for a moment, he slid the end of the leash inside her panties and worked it down into the pretty tuft of moist hair.

"Mmmmmmmm!" Judy's high-pitched squeal was muffled by her gag. Realizing only too well what her bondage master had in mind for her, the pretty young woman vigorously shook her helmeted head in a negative manner and continued trying to make her feelings known verbally despite the gag.

Dale stepped behind her and allowed himself a moment to contemplate her prettily rounded, pantie-clad buttocks. Girlishly plump but not too heavy, the two pretty hemispheres expanded the thin black panties to the limit. Dale pulled the waistband of the panties outward at the small of her back and inserted his right hand. With deliberate slowness be slid his hand along the velvety smoothness of her buttocks into the moist tuft of hair.

"Mmmmmm!" Judy moaned with a mixture of fear and delight, as she felt his masculine fingers exploring her most intimate parts. The prettily helmeted young woman could not refrain from wriggling as much as her bonds would permit, and was only too well aware that the telltale moisture that betrayed her inner feelings was soaking her tormentor's hand.

Dale's exploring fingers discovered the tip of the leash and he pulled it backward between her legs, allowing the smooth leather to brush against her vulva. Judy moaned and continually shook her head to show her opposition to the torments he was inflicting upon her, although she knew from past experience that her appeals would be in vain. Dale pulled the tip of the leash up snugly between the crevice of her satiny buttocks and released the waistband of her panties to hold it in place. The end of the leash remained sticking out of the waistband of her panties in a manner somewhat resembling a tail.

"Mmmmmmmm!" Judy groaned audibly through the gag. The thoroughly helpless young woman was keenly aware of the chafing and humiliating leash resting against her most intimate and sensitive parts, and tried not to think about its potential for bizarre torment.

Next, Dale began rolling Judy's white sweater up both in front and back, working it up in a neatly rolled fashion until her black brassiere was full on display. Confining and molding Judy's lush thirty-seven-inch bosom, the steeply pointed cups of Judy's brassiere stuck out saucily and invitingly. Massaging the two plump hemispheres in a deliberately familiar manner that left Judy moaning and squirming, Dale was tempted to remove the brassiere but decided against it. There were times when he thought a brassiere was much more erotically appealing than the no-bra look, and this was such a time.

Lighting a cigarette, Dale decided to take time out to contemplate his helplessly trussed-up victim. Strung up before him with her arms extended full length and her toes barely touching the floor, the long and shapely young blonde was a picture of delight for the bondage connoisseur. Inspecting her carefully, Dale did not overlook a single detail of his handiwork: the brown leather helmet that tightly molded her head, the red rubber ball forced between her pretty white teeth, the metal- studded dog collar clasped tightly around her neck and the leash that disappeared into her black panties and emerged in back, and the two white ropes that confined her long, shapely, nylon-clad legs. It had been one of his better efforts, and he decided that he had better capture the scene on his Polaroid before continuing with the session.

For her part, Judy could only wait in an agony of suspense and wonder what ordeal he had in mind for her next. Every muscle in her lithe young body seemed cramped, and she wondered how much longer she could endure the strain of being strung up as if she were on a gibbet. The total deprivation of sight, hearing, and voice forced her to live in a world apart, having no control whatsoever over what happened to her, and compelling her to torment herself by thinking of the things he might do to her.

"You'll enjoy these shots later on, honey!" Dale remarked idly, as he took several shots of his helpless girlfriend at various angles.

Setting the camera aside, Dale decided that it was time for something different. First, he released the rope that held her suspended in the air by unfastening the knot at the baseboard. Judy gratefully sank back on her heels and quickly lowered her gloved arms, which by this time felt almost completely numb from elbows to fingertips. Dale unfastened the rope attached to the bonds at her wrists and tossed it aside.

Next, he removed the bonds at her wrists. However, her gloved arms remained free only for a moment for he quickly retied them behind her back. This time he employed two leather straps, using one at the elbows and the other at her wrists, to tie her arms together in a manner that left her elbows in contact with one another. This forced her to thrust her prominent bosom forward even more, leaving her steeply pointed bra cups pointed upward at a steep angle.

Standing slightly behind her and to her right, Dale grasped the strap at her elbows to help balance her. With his free hand, he then grasped the tip of the leash that protruded from the waistband of her panties and began pulling upward in a gentle but firm manner.