Chapter 1 - Leather Surprise

 

Let me tell you about how bondage and surprise can add to your sex life and keep things from getting dull. I planned a little surprise for my boyfriend by setting myself up as a prize package before he got home from work.

First I used a fat, red ball gag, opening my mouth wide to let it in. The ball gag forced my jaw very wide, the soft leather pushing into my mouth, spongy against my tongue. I pulled the straps around my face behind my head and fastened them there tightly.

With that done I bent forward so my full, thirty-eight inch breasts hung down like udders, then pulled up the tight round halter, slowly forcing my malleable breast flesh through the silver dollar sized holes, squeezing and pulling until the hard leather was crushing my breasts from the sides, forcing my breasts out like fat round balls of taut flesh.

I straightened, grunting with effort as I buckled the halter behind me. I reached down and stroked my fat, taut breasts, running my fingers over the engorged nipples as my pussy tingled with heat.

Smiling at my image in the mirror, and starting to feel horny, I pulled on the heavy, studded leather collar which forced my head up straight, then buckled that behind my neck.

I sat down and pulled on the gleaming black, thigh high leather boots, zipping them up the sides, then attached leather restraints around the ankles.

I stood up awkwardly, for they were incredibly high, then pulled on a pair of matching gloves that slid up past my elbows almost to my shoulders.

The belt was thick studded leather and fit neatly around my trim waist. It had a second piece that fell down from the center almost to my knees. I spread my legs, then took two thick vibrators and eased one up my pussy and the other up my rectum. With them both firmly inside me I pulled the lower part of the belt between my legs and up tight against my pussy, buckling it behind me.

Finally I picked up the spreader bar and moved in front of the door. I bent down and attached either end of the bar to the restraints around my ankles.

Directly above me, a chain hung from the ceiling. Attached to it were two handcuffs. I slipped my wrists into them and, with a little effort, snapped them closed tightly.

Now I was helpless. I had no key. I waited, feeling the buzzing in my loins, staring at the door and waiting for Jeff to come home.

We had experimented with bondage before, but it was all amateur stuff, scarves and ropes and towels. Now I had the real stuff, and this was going to be a real surprise when he got home.

I wondered what would happen if he didn't show up alone, if he brought is boss, or his parents, or something like that, but it was too late to do anything about it. I stood there, squeezing down on the vibrators purring inside me, feeling the excitement rising higher and higher in my body as I chewed on the ball gag.

The phone rang, but I couldn't answer it. What if it was Jeff? What if he were telling me he had to work late, or was bringing his buddies home??

The vibrators were really getting to me. I groaned around the gag, my hips grinding awkwardly, my breaths coming faster and faster as the sexual pressure grew more powerful.

I hardly heard the key in the door, but when it opened my eyes met Jeff's, and I saw his go wide as his jaw dropped. I moaned as he stared at me, thrusting my hips out as he moved slowly forward.

"Jesus," he gasped.

He quickly turned and closed the door, then came back to me. He stared at me, then his hands reached out and stroked the underside of my breasts.

I groaned and arched my back, humping desperately as he buried his face between my breasts, rubbing and squeezing my fat, tight flesh around his face. He tongued and sucked lewdly at each nipple as the pressure become almost unbearable.

Then he moved behind me, studying me, circling me. He squeezed my buttocks, then unbuckled the strap going between my legs and let out a soft curse as he saw the tips of vibrators.

He moved in front of me and knelt, pulling the vibrator slowly out of my snatch. Then with a cry of lust he buried his face in my pussy, jamming the vibrator deep and sucking frenziedly at my clit.

I came explosively, bucking wildly against him as a furious sexual maelstrom ripped through my body. I swayed wildly in place, almost hanging by the wrists as Jeff's tongue slurped wildly over my buzzing clitty.

He stood up, fumbling at his pants, tearing them open as he looked at me with wild eyes.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard!" he gasped.

His cock was red and angry as he pulled it free. He yanked the vibrator out of me, letting it fall to the floor, then reached down, gripping the pry bar and lifting it up high, yanking my feet off the floor and lifting my legs up and back against my body.

He pushed the pry bar, and with it my ankles, back over my head, exposing my crotch to his lewd and carnal needs. Then, holding the bar in one hand he jammed his cock against my sex and rammed himself home.

I cried out, the sound muffled by the gag, a feeling of glorious satisfaction filling me as Jeff's big cock began pounding into my body, his hips slamming against my buttocks as he cursed and moaned and grunted with effort.

He held the bar up with both hands, my legs up straight and back as he thrust forward again and again, his cock sawing across my clit with every stroke.

It didn't take long for either of us to explode, and my mind nearly vaporized in the resulting meltdown and overload of sexual pleasure.

Jeff groaned and slowly let my feet back down to the floor, but I still virtually hung there as he stumbled back wearily.

He couldn't seem to take his eyes off me and my leather getup, and I was in it far longer than I'd thought when I put it on. In fact, it was hours later, after he'd eaten me to multiple orgasms, tortured me with the vibrators, then sodomized me that he finally took out my gag so I could tell him where the key to the handcuffs was.

We had a long, hot bath together, then made slow love in bed, both feeling drained, yet oddly energized at the same time.

I wear all or part of my bondage gear now whenever I think we need a little extra excitement in our sex lives, and I've never been disappointed by the effects.

- Chantal M., Montreal CA

 

 

Chapter 2 - Slave for a Night

 

Okay, this is about a recent experience I had at a club I go to every weekend. It was with a young girl named Blaire, young, hot for action, and a real looker.

I knew Blaire was hot for it as soon as I saw her in the club. She was clad in this super tight, shining black leather minidress with high stiletto heels and a pouty mouth covered in bright red lipstick.

I could see her looking me over as I approached, and considering. I was easily twice her age, for she was all of eighteen. But she wasn't nearly as sophisticated as she was trying to appear - how could she at that age - and my large size and shape definitely impressed a girl looking for some hot sex.

We got to talking, talk that was loaded with sexual innuendo, and I wound up driving her back to my place. I led her up the stairs, my hand on her ass already slipping under her skirt and stroking her through her thin panties.

Once inside we moved together, for long minutes standing lip to lip, arms around each other, hands moving over each other's bodies.

I moved her over under a heavy hanging planter and reached up, taking it off its hook and putting it off to once side. Blaire looked at me in puzzlement until I opened the nearby cupboard and took out a pair of handcuffs.

Her eyes widened, and for a moment I thought she might bolt, then she kind of shivered and I sensed the renewed heat coming from her loins as she held out her hands, staring at the handcuffs as if transfixed.

I locked them around her thin wrists, then lifted her arms high and slipped the chain over the hook. She groaned, pulling her head back to stare up at her locked wrists.

I squeezed her breasts, then moved behind her, unlacing the strapless dress, sliding my hands over the soft skin of her back. I pulled the dress down lower and lower until it fell around her ankles, then gripped the back of her panties and tore them off.

She let out a gasp, and when I moved around in front of her and seized her hair, pulling her head back she groaned and pushed herself against me.

I kicked her dress away then began to paw at her, squeezing her breasts and ass and pussy, my hands moving all over her as she shivered and trembled and arched her back in hot pleasure.

Like I said, at eighteen she wasn't that sophisticated, and bondage was a new kink to her, one that obviously had deep appeal.

She came on my hand, while I palmed her wet mound and squeezed repeatedly. She bounced wildly atop it, gasping and yelping as she ground her soft flesh down into my hand and arched her back again and again.

I bent and began to work on her nipples and breasts, chewing and sucking and licking patiently, then sliding lower. I forced her thighs apart and moved in between them, my tongue swirling over her clit as she cried out in pleasure and tried to jam herself against me.

I held her tightly back, teasing and taunting her, making her beg for it before I pulled her legs up onto my shoulders, squeezed her ass tight and buried my face in her steaming snatch.

She was practically hanging by the wrists after that, but the handcuffs kept her up as I backed off and undressed myself. Then I moved against her, revelling in the feel of her breasts against my bare chest.

I lifted one leg up and thrust into her while she groaned and curled it around me. Soon she had both legs around me and my hands were supporting her, digging into her ass while she road up and down on my hard cock.

After We'd both come I lifted her off the hook then carried her into the bedroom where I locked her cuffs around the central post in my headboard and spent the next several hours showing her how little she knew about sex.

She greeted it all with wide-eyed delight, her only hesitation being when I put her on her belly and drove myself into her ass. But even that soon had her coming like mad. I'd never seen anyone take to handcuffs so readily.

In the end I gave them to her as a present. And I'm sure she's gotten plenty of use of them since. Mike K., Dallas, TX