Stories of Tie Up Games

Before I start this latest offering I have to ask, does anybody know just how the female given name of 'Karen' became associated with the sort of 'uppity' behaviour that it has done so? For none of the ladies with this name that I know of show any sign of this sort of behaviour at all





Now it had been a good session of ‘retail therapy.’ Oh yes, I’d been shopping, spoiling myself as I normally did, after all as far as I was concerned this entire world revolved around ME! Not that I saw it way, naturally, I regarded myself as perfectly entitled to the good things in life. Goodness I’d worked hard enough for them!

With some justification, for it was true that I wasn’t afraid of hard work and putting in the effort. I’d obtained a first-class honours degree, and then having worked for others for a while, building up some capital, I’d set up my own business that had proved very successful. All by my own efforts, so yes, I had a damn right to feel good about myself.

But unfortunately, my sense of entitlement became inflated beyond what was reasonable, like I say, I believed everything in life should suit me. Although I paid no attention to the term, I in fact, became an almost perfect example of the derogatory use of my actual name. Yes, I’d become a real ‘Karen.’ In both name, which obviously wasn’t my fault, and nature which on the other hand most certainly was!

So, after I placed my purchases within the boot of my new car, a top of the range B.M.W. I decided to have lunch in an upper-class restaurant in town, that I frequently dined within. As I strolled into the building as if I owned it, it was well known amongst the staff that I was both a valued customer and personally known to the owners. So, I was shown to my favourite table, and quickly offered a menu.

I made my selection, sitting back and checking my messages and e-mails upon my ’phone as I waited for just what I’d ordered to be cooked and brought to me. And when that event did happen, I was in for a major shock.

Now, to some extent I was fully entitled to complain. For the food that I was presented with wasn’t up to the normal superb standard of the fayre offered by this establishment, and I could have stated, with full justification, that it was not of the quality that would be representative of the high price charged for it.

But, of course, my very vicious vocal criticism went far beyond what was proportionable. As befits just the sort of woman whom my name has come to represent, I demanded to see the manager. When she arrived, I almost screamed at her, “this disgusting swill would definitely be rejected by pigs. How dare your ‘so-called’ chef present this to me, as food. I demand that you sack them immediately!”

A young girl, in her early twenties was hauled out of the kitchen, apparently responsible for this food, and I berated her publicly, repeating my demand to the manager that this girl be sacked on the spot, or I would never visit this establishment again, and explain to the owners just why. A threat that carried some weight behind it, as the manager knew all too well. So, very much within my earshot, she turned to the girl.

“You are dismissed forthwith. This valued customer is completely correct, this food is nowhere near the standard required of this restaurant, as you well know. Pack up your gear, and go, right now!” The manager turned to me. “Satisfied Ma’am?” I nodded my assent, before demanding the meal be replaced, and cooked ‘properly’ this time.

Now, perhaps I should have paid a little more attention to my ‘victim,’ because far from bursting into the tears of humiliation, as I would have expected and wanted of course, she fixed me with a look of steely determination, a look that warned me that I most certainly hadn’t seen the last of her. One I totally ignored, naturally, what threat was she to me now?

My replacement meal arrived eventually, of course the kitchen was short-staffed now, and this time it was acceptable. I ate it, paid my bill, reduced with a hefty discount obviously, and proceeded homewards, dismissing the fate of that girl from my mind. After all, I’d probably never see her again.

Over the next couple of weeks, I began to sense that I was being watched as it were. Ridiculous I know, but in fact it was real. And I’m sure that all of you can just guess by whom? Despite my slight unease, I was able to banish these fears from my mind. It might have been better, if I had not ignored said premonitions!

For my stalker had gained a fair degree of knowledge of my routines in life before she struck. So, she knew just where I went on a regular basis and knew by now the perfect location for my abduction, she knew where she could take my almost certainly unobserved. And when she did strike, it was with the speed of a black mamba!

I suddenly felt a presence behind me, as a black cloth bag quickly passed over my head, removing my power of sight immediately. However, that soon became of secondary importance, as two solid steel rings closed in around my wrists, my arms having been pulled firmly behind my back. I’d just been captured! “Sssshhhh!” A voice echoed within my left ear. “YOU ARE MINE NOW!”

I felt a leather collar being placed around my neck, holding the bag over my head. “Relax,” the same voice that I thought I recognised, was back, “the material that this bag is made of is fully breathable! I’ve no intention of killing you, but you are going to be punished! I was really proud of getting that job, I really wanted to be a chef there, and YOU took it from me! So, now you’re going to pay for that!” And I felt a tie being applied around my head and over my mouth, tied tightly in place, pulling the cloth material that the bag was manufactured from firmly into my orifice. Removing the power of speech from me in addition to losing my sight!

Now I felt myself being bundled into the rear compartment of a small panel van, forced onto the floor, and I felt a padlock being fed around the chain linking my handcuffs, and then secured to a ring mounted within the floor of the vehicle, meaning that I was now completely helpless. My captor now left the rear part of her van, slamming the door shut, then climbing into the driver’s section, starting the engine and proceeding to drive off, to wherever she chose and intended to take her captive, me. Yes, I will admit, I was utterly petrified by now!

The twenty or so minutes it took her to drive just where she wanted to, of course, felt far longer to me, captured, bound and utterly helpless in the power of this woman, the one whom I’d got sacked. Therefore, expecting no mercy whatsoever.

Which, when we did arrive, I received none of naturally. I heard the rear door open, and my captor climb in. Releasing the cuffs from the van’s floor but leaving them very much in place holding my wrists together. She then guided me into a building and furthermore into a bedroom, pushing me helplessly onto a bed, which I tumbled onto, completely losing any sense of balance! I felt the gag, collar and bag being removed, meaning that I could see again. “Take a good look at this bed, because you’re going to be tied to it, as I shag you utterly senseless!”

My eyes must have completely widened in fear, that was very real, as she actually laughed. “Oh yes Missy! I’ve got myself a MASSIVE strap-on, just for YOU! Actually, I have to call you something, as I don’t know your name, I’m going to call you ‘Karen.’ Because when you did what you did, which cost me my job, you sure acted like one! Right, Karen?” I didn’t feel it was the right time to inform her that she’d actually guessed correctly, but I did nod my acceptance of her suggestion. “And you can simply call me ‘Mistress!’ Although my real name is Zoe.”

She glared at me! “Best get you undressed then. She started by removing both of my expensive leather boots, fully revealing that my legs were covered in very sheer nylon. Which my captor rubbed, delighting in the delicious feel of them. “Oh yes, please tell me that these are stockings!” She lifted my leather skirt, receiving the answer that she was looking for, as my suspender belt came into her view! “WOW! Those, and that belt are staying on, oh and you’ve had the forethought to feed the suspenders UNDER your panties. Saving me some work, careful Karen, you’re not supposed to make things easy for others than yourself! I might have to think of another name for you if you continue to show such consideration!”

No doubt thinking that she was really funny, but if so, I wasn’t sharing the joke, still petrified by sheer terror! But, in an attempt to pacify her, I replied in a timid voice. “Yes Mistress!”

“That’s better. Now, let’s get the skirt off, shall we? Oh my, look at THESE?” As she lowered my leather skirt, she must have clocked my skimpy, pure satin panties. “Are these satin?” Once she’d removed them, holding them in her hands and clearly delighting in the material that they were manufactured from. “My God, I’ll have to try these on myself, bet they feel lovely!”

Zoe stepped back a pace. “Good, well that’s your lower body sorted then, but I’m going to have to uncuff you for a while if I’m going to remove your top clothing. I need to make sure you don’t try to run out on me! On your feet!” With that, she didn’t put the bag back over my head, but she did produce and fit a blindfold. And tied my ankles together, firmly!

She now stood behind me and unfastened those cuffs. Standing back again. Her voice echoed again. “STRIP!” What, she wanted ME to undress myself? It seemed that she did, and in my totally frightened state, I actually obeyed, the leather jacket, the satin blouse and finally the bra, also satin and matching those panties, I unpeeled them one by one, until I was completely topless. In fact, now all I was adorned in was that suspender belt and nylon stockings.

“Well done, Karen, you see that you can be reasonable. Now, BACK ON MY BED! NOW!”

Obviously not only blinded, but hobbled to, compliance wasn’t so simple. Thankfully I was almost next to her bed, not covered in a satin sheet by the way, and almost fell upon it. Zoe virtually pushed my body into central position, before climbing onto the bed herself, sitting herself upon my chest, pinning me down on the bed’s surface.

Unseen by me, of course, Zoe had two bondage ties in her hands, and so her capture of me began in earnest. Soon my left wrist was looped by one such tie, and within seconds it was very securely bound to the outer bedpost of the solid metal bed frame. I knew if I allowed Zoe to fasten my other hand in the same manner to the opposite post, I’d be utterly helpless in her power, but what could I do to stop her?

Nothing, of course, and in less than a minute later, my other arm was also bound. That was it then, for as long as she, and only she chose, I was Zoe’s utter and complete captive. And didn’t she just KNOW it? She even removed my blindfold, allowing me to see her again.

Next, she turned around, completing my spread-eagled capture, by now tying my ankles to the two outer bedposts of the matching patterned, but slightly lower bed frame. “Good, now you really are mine now Karen, you’re not going anywhere until I, and ONLY I, say so. Get used to it!” A correct statement, as a quick ‘tug’ on my bounds confirmed to my mind that they were completely secure, and there was NO way that I could escape them unaided! No, now I was Zoe’s pet, her toy, her plaything. Not where I wanted to be, as I’m sure that you can all imagine.

“Well then Karen, it appears that you are ready for me, but I’m not ready myself. I’d better correct that, hadn’t I?” Off came her own clothing, until she too was just wearing stockings and suspenders, but hers were cheap supermarket items, far less sheer than the nylon covering my own pins. “Wow, Karen,” as she rubbed her hands over my legs, “these are lovely, just like your panties. Oh, talking of them, as we’ve plenty of time, let me give those a try?” She grabbed hold of my discarded underwear and slid them onto her own form. “Oh Karen, these are utterly delicious! Aren’t you lucky to be able to wear items as well made and sensuous on a regular basis? Now, if I was working and earning money, I’d be able to do just that myself, wouldn’t I? And just who took that all away from me?” And when I didn’t answer? “I asked you a question, Karen! Answer me!” Taking hold of the nipple of one of my tits, twisting it. Painfully!

“OW! I guess that you believe that I did!” I was finally able to emit.

“There’s no ‘believe’ about it, you damn well did. And so, I think it’s only fair that I sample the stockings on your legs. They look utterly delicious!” Next thing I knew was that my leg bonds were undone, and my own stockings removed, together with my satin suspender belt, very carefully, it seemed that my captor did recognise the level of care needed with them. As she removed her own, much cheaper and courser items, putting them onto my legs, before tying my pins back to the bed posts!

Aren’t human instincts strange sometimes? By placing my legs in those very inferior stockings, Zoe had triggered a fully inappropriate reaction in my head. As she began putting her own legs within MY lingerie, it filled me full of indignation, an emotion that utterly overwhelmed the fear inside of me.

Bear in mind, Ladies and Gentlemen, that I was still her complete captive, I was still inescapably tied to her bed, my body was totally held, in her hands and power, she could still do things to me that I was absolutely unable to prevent. But her latest actions had put me into a state of utter outrage, she’d put me into a full ‘Karen’ mode, that had fully removed the terror that had been so prevalent beforehand! No, now I would NOT merely surrender to Zoe’s demands, if she wanted to shag me, she’d have to fully earn the right!

Awesome start

mega23101982 wrote: 7 months ago Awesome start

Thank you. Next part will follow soon.

What a kick-off. Love it!

Jenny_S wrote: 7 months ago What a kick-off. Love it!

Thank you. And coming from somebody with the writing skills that you possess, this REALLY means something. Much appreciated.

mega23101982 wrote: 7 months ago Awesome start

Indeed - I see quite the ride coming!

Caesar73 wrote: 7 months ago

mega23101982 wrote: 7 months ago Awesome start

Indeed - I see quite the ride coming!

Thank you, and here is the next part of the 'ride.' Without giving too much away, as Karen begins to do something that she doesn't normally do in her 'ordered' world, listen to her heart and act following her emotions!




Anyway, it was now that she fetched her strap-on, and yes, it was quite large. But, in my present mood, I could take it! “Like this Karen?” Once she fitted it, and I noticed that it seemed to have some sort of attachment, that I saw her take great care to place against her clitoris. So that is how she’ll enjoy herself, I thought to myself.

“Ready for this, Karen? Here I come, or should that be ‘cum,’ ready or not!” Zoe climbed onto the bed, and on top of my completely captured form. She bent down forwards until her lips were right against mine, but I held them firmly together, no, I didn’t want to kiss this girl! “Ah, not in the mode for a good snog then, Karen? No need for your mouth to be open then, I guess?” She now reached under the pillow where my head lay, and her hand emerged carrying a red ball gag. “Best I use this then, eh?” Unable to prevent her, of course, she soon had it fitted, my mouth now full of red plastic, my power of speech gone.

Thankfully Zoe had the foresight to place a dollop of lubricant onto the tip of her ‘cock,’ because my pussy was still quite dry, and she also was considerate enough to insert her ‘tool’ very slowly. Until it was fully immersed, which strangely enough felt pretty damn good, something that did take me somewhat by surprise, and yes, my pussy did respond by becoming wet, VERY wet!

My eyes must have betrayed me here, for Zoe picked up on this. “Oh really, Karen, you dirty little slut! You can’t wait to be shagged, can you? Well, it’s your lucky day then, for you are going to be, again and again and again. In fact, I’m going to keep you her as my sex slave, being shagged utterly senseless, until you can take no more and beg, yes beg Karen, me to stop. A plea that I’ll totally ignore as I demand yet more raw sex from you!”

We’ll see just who breaks first shall we? I told myself. As Zoe began, slowly at first, withdrawing her cock and then re-inserting it. Repeating the cycle, gladly accelerating all of the time until she was really pounding me into her bed. Well as it turned out this was a round that she won, the attachment of her strap-on did its job for too quickly and delivered an orgasm for her long before I reached that delicious state. Which, once she’d calmed down seemed to greatly, please her. “Oh dear Karen, looks like the pleasure’s all ‘one-way’ on this particular street! Never mind, eh? At least one of us is having fun, ME!”

The next two times that Zoe shagged me produced the same, frustrating, result, but she became greedy, and mis-timed things on the following occasion. Treating to me to simply the most intense, the most earth-shattering climax that I’ve ever ‘sexperienced!’ Inducing a level of ecstasy that completely took my breath away, subjecting to waves of sheer pleasure that I’d never sampled before and holding my body in a vice like grip of sheer joy! Which, didn’t seem to go un-noticed by my ‘opponent!’

“Wow, Karen, you rather liked that, didn’t you? You see I’m NOT a ‘Karen,’ and I’ll willingly give you that climax!” After which she removed my gag, initiating a kiss, that this time I did not resist. A strategy was beginning to form in my mind, maybe I could turn this situation around after all. A bit of humility was possibly in order here, but don’t worry, once I’d got my captor to untie me, ‘Karen’ would be back!

So, once Zoe’s lips released mine, I started my attempt to secure my release, and then if successful take things a much further step, where this young lady would end up, very much, in MY hands and power, and possibly on a permanent basis. For, yes, I definitely could use her, I had actually enjoyed being with her, difficult though that it to believe!

“Firstly, Zoe, I want to thank you, what you gave to me was truly fantastic, the best sex that I’ve ever been subjected to!” A true statement to a large degree. “And then I want to apologise, I fully accept that I went too far that day, things were nowhere as bad as I made out, and yes, I did, deliberately press for them to sack you! How have you managed to make ends meet since I did that to you?”
“I haven’t. I’m about to be evicted from this flat, I haven’t been able to pay the rent!”

PERFECT! “I see. Well, as that’s entirely MY fault, the only answer there is that you’ll have to come and live in my house with me. It’s plenty big enough, after all! As is my bed, and yes it does have four solid corner bed posts. We’ll be able to play these games again! Although, we haven’t finished here yet have we, didn’t you promise to make me beg you to stop? And I haven’t yet, have I? One favour I do ask though, is it alright if the gag doesn’t reappear, I’ve discovered that I rather like snogging you after all?”

“Sure thing, it’ll stay off. By the way, what is your name? I can’t keep calling you ‘Karen’ now. It doesn’t seem right now, as you’re apologised.”
“Actually, it IS my real name. Yes, you’ve got it right all along.”
“Wow! Karen by name and Karen by nature. Or rather you were.”
“Well then Zoe, this ‘Karen’ is still waiting to be shagged by YOU!”

Zoe then subjected me to several more shags, every one of which I thoroughly enjoyed, being treated to some outstanding climaxes by her, as she demonstrated an extremely high level of sexual skill. Much to my pleasure and anticipation, oh yes, I was going to capture this girl and fully use her to my satisfaction. What else would you expect from a ‘Karen,’ after all?

Now, she’d promised to keep me at it until I begged her to stop, but it was her who called a halt to proceedings, not surprising because she was the one doing most of the work here. She released me from the bonds holding me to her bed, and I knew I’d got just what I wanted. I cuddled her, as the reality of her situation hit her, and she cried her eyes out, with me whispering sweet nothings in her ear. All the time tightening my trap for her.

“Ssssh, Zoe Darling. Rest and sleep now, then when you’ve recovered, we’ll start the process of moving you into my, or what will become our, home.” As she laid back, I noticed her eyes already shut, while she drifted into a deep sleep. And I smiled, my plan appeared to be working perfectly, soon this girl would be all mine!

While she slept, I checked out her, well not for much longer true, flat and possessions. Which didn’t amount to much, all of it cheap and nasty, like the stockings that still offended me so much, currently on my own legs. Well, all of this poor clothing was going to be thrown out and replaced, all of it at my expense sure, but also all of her new wardrobe would be entirely to my choosing!

After a couple of hours, she awoke. “Darling is that van that you bought me here in, yours?”
“No, it’s my brothers, I have to return it to him”
“Well, before you do that, why don’t we load it up with your possessions and take them to your new home? And then I can take care of the ‘paperwork’ for you!”
“Will you do that for me, Karen? Surely, it’s too much!”
“Well, as I said earlier, it is largely my fault that you are losing this home. And I want you in my bed with me!” A largely true statement, but not in the way that she imagined things would be! Oh, no! Remember, Karen by name and Karen by nature!

We loaded Zoe’s meagre possessions into the van and took them back to my house. Wherein I jumped into my own car, following to her brother’s place where she dropped off his vehicle, climbing into mine. To her destiny within my captivity!

But not just yet, I wanted all ties to her previous residence severed first. So, upon reaching mine, I wasted no time in removing those offensive stockings, but I didn’t replace them just yet, I wanted to shag my new possession in the shower first, as if to wash away her previous life! Damn good sex it was too, with me not subjecting her to any bondage at all. For now!

Neither did I tie her up, with both of us just suspender clad, items from my extensive lingerie collection, never again would I wear such cheap and nasty items, as I determined nor would Zoe. And as we settled upon my bed, I actually asked her to tie me to it, in a full spread-eagled form. Why? Two reasons. I wanted to continue my mind games with her, sure in time she would become my complete carnal captive. But, not just yet, and I wanted her to have no idea as to her fate. And the second reason? I HAD enjoyed myself earlier while in her hands!

“Zoe, in that wardrobe over there,” like all my furniture, all top class and built into the bedroom, “you’ll find several satin dressing gowns. Grab the belts from four of those and use them to make me belong to this bed!” Despite the fact that I intended for her to capture me, to tie me securely to my own bed, but there was no doubt who was still in charge here.

For Zoe obeyed, and soon she had four belts in her hands. “Tie my legs first, Darling!” Again, she complied and therefore that was my bottom half captured then! “Good girl! Now come here and make me yours!” As if she was going to disobey?

She didn’t and now I found myself in the hands of this sexually skilled operator. But I had one more demand of her. “Zoe, in the top drawer over there,” indicating a chest, again built in beautifully to the rest of the bedroom furniture, “is a satin blindfold. Take away my power of sight as you shag me senseless!” Thus, I lost use of my visual organs!

My God, didn’t young Zoe just simply deliver? She kept me firmly in her hands and firmly within the grip of her awesome sexuality for nearly two hours, at my behest, and why would I want to stop her in full flow, as she took me to heaven on multiple occasions, giving me some truly outstanding moments of pure ecstasy! With waves of the ultimate levels of pleasure racking my bond body, unable to escape at all! Eventually, even for somebody as young as her, her stamina began to run out, and she was forced to stop. Releasing me immediately, as if she was completely aware of the dimension between us, a situation that I knew needed some serious thought on my part. I had enticed Zoe into my home with the utter intention of totally dominating her, but had discovered that, if just only in bed, I now wanted to be hers!

On reflection it seemed that I was to some degree ‘getting my cake and being able to eat it,’ for whilst it was true that Zoe had tied me up, it appeared that she still regarded me as the ‘Mistress’ here, within our new relationship. With some justification I guess, she was now living in my home and was now totally dependent upon me. Sure, my aims might now need some, how do sat-navs put it, yes, recalculation, but I could still enjoy young Zoe in just the manner I chose to. Permanently!

This is coming along nicely

Dpsiic wrote: 7 months ago This is coming along nicely

Thank you. Hope that you enjoy the rest.

Great story

Ringo16885 wrote: 7 months ago Great story

Thank you. There's more to come.

This is great!

Jenny_S wrote: 7 months ago This is great!

Thank you. Here's the next part, where the dimension between these two ladies shifts somewhat!



After Zoe released me, and yes, she had asked for permission to do so, see what I mean, I cuddled her, thanking her profusely for just where she’d taken me, and told her to rest. I had practical matters to attend to. Like disposing of all of Zoe’s cheap clothing and replacing it with classy items. So, for now into the bin went all of her lingerie, I owned enough to ‘supply’ her as it were, but naturally I went on-line and ordered her some more. And a few other pieces of apparel that suited my purposes for her very well. Like a couple of satin French maids’ outfits, ones manufactured with sexual stimulation as opposed to actual labour very much the aim, a sexy nurse’s costume and several satin dressing gowns, just like the ones that she had, so successfully, utilised the belts from. But I didn’t order her any ‘outside’ clothing at all, once I’d completed my subjection of her, she would never be stepping outside of my dwelling ever again.

That night Zoe and I coupled again, but with nobody in any bondage at all, and on this occasion the sex took the form of making love as opposed to any real frantic stuff. Which I did enjoy, tremendously, leaving me wondering if my plans for her were actually in jeopardy now!

Plans that meant allowing her to dress for the outside world, in the few clothes that I’d kept for her, and we visited the letting agency that had rented that flat to her. There, she formally terminated her tenancy, with me paying all her outstanding rent. I know, not the actions of your normal ‘Karen,’ but it left her feeling even more beholden to me. As I wanted her to.

Or did I by now? As I’ve hinted at, events inside my head were occurring that rather altered the equation somewhat. For such when the ‘Karen’ side of my personality had made those plans to effectively sexually enslave young Zoe, it hadn’t taken into consideration the fact I enjoyed SO much being subject to being tied up in her hands. And also, the unbelievable prospect that I was actually developing feelings towards this girl, for the first time in my so-far self-organised life, I was experiencing emotions that I couldn’t control. Although I didn’t know it, because it had never happened before and so I couldn’t recognise the signs, I was falling completely, totally and utterly in love with this girl, Zoe.

So, my earlier plans for her were now cast aside, I wanted to be seen in public with her, but not in her present rags. Which meant going shopping, where I purchased a complete wardrobe for her, including some really classy leather outfits, just like mine, not surprising as it was all from the same expensive shop as I used for my own apparel. We left with her wearing one of those leather suits, with her looking utterly divine. The very short skirt only just concealing her stocking tops! If I didn’t fancy her beforehand, which of course I did, well, I certainly wanted her now!

By the time we reached home my pussy was absolutely dripping wet, I wanted Zoe right now, no, actually what I wanted was to BE Zoe’s! And she proved to be very astute as she had completely figured this out. “To the bathroom with you, Karen, I want you to wash yourself thoroughly and empty your body as best you can. And then report to me in the bedroom, dressed in just your suspender belt and stockings, and NOTHING else! Is that understood?”

“Yes Zoe!” Taken back a little by her newfound confidence, but excited by it immeasurably!
“I think you’ll find that is MISTRESS Zoe, now! Isn’t it?”
I then said the words that I truly would never have believed that I would utter, to anybody. “Yes Mistress!”

When I’d obeyed my clear instructions, and entered what used to be MY domain, my bedroom, when I discovered that my new partner had not been slacking. For the bed was already covered in the delicious black satin sheet that I’d just purchased, together with the single pillow, also being covered in that delicious material, that now rested on it. And Zoe’s lovely leather suits, not that she was wearing one now of course, she just like me was simply suspender clad, weren’t the only items made of that material that had just been bought that day. For around each of the solid corner bedposts was a leather cuff, attached by a short chain to another such cuff, open and ready to receive either one of my wrists or ankles. As I stared at them, partially in fear but almost in a state of excitement that I’d NEVER felt before, Zoe’s voice rang out. “ON THE BED WITH YOU, KAREN!”

I obeyed instantly, God how things in my life had changed, and again on Zoe’s command I stretched myself out in a full ‘X’ shape. Zoe was at the corner of the bed nearest my left wrist in an instant, and I felt my wrist being encased in leather, securely and inescapably. Zoe tightened the strap, fastened the buckle shut and if not yet completely, I was now chained to my own bed.

However, any thought I might have had of releasing the buckle with my presently free hand, became totally negated by just what Zoe did next. For I suddenly noticed that within the top of the stocking on her left leg were four small padlocks. She grabbed one, and within seconds had snapped it into position around said buckle. Now I noticed two things. The cuff around the bedpost had also had its buckle padlocked shut, as had all of the ones fitted to the bedposts, and I clocked the little key within the top of her right leg’s stocking.

Now Zoe moved down the bed and soon my left ankle was also surrounded by leather, the buckle of that quickly locked shut too! Thorough, this girl. Naturally she swiftly moved across the bottom of the bed and wasted no time in capturing my right leg too. Three down, one to go!

But now Zoe took her time, effectively she’d already captured me completely. She surrounded the wrist of my last remaining limb in leather and slowly fastened the buckle of the strap. Then reached into the top of left stocking for the last time, waving the little padlock in front of my face. “Now then Karen, just what will be the situation here when I position this, eh?”
“I will be utterly yours, Mistress Zoe.”
“Won’t you just? Chained to this bed, unable to hardly move, with escape from my attentions absolutely impossible. YOU ARE MINE!”

She now snapped that padlock shut, not that it was necessary at all, but it just signified my imprisonment to her completely. Now, showing that she’d remembered perfectly just where the blindfold was, which she quickly fetched. And fitted, turning my world into a total state of darkness. I felt her lie down alongside me, and also felt her place the key to those padlocks within the top of the stocking fitted on one of my legs.

And then her voice was whispering gently into my ear. “Just so that you know where it is, Karen, not that such knowledge will do you any good. For you are mine now, mine for me to do just what I want, how I want and for as long as I want, to you, with there being nothing you can do to stop me. And I learnt quite a lesson the last time we were in this position, I expended all of my energy too quickly, I did all of the work, whilst you simply soaked up all of the pleasure. But you see,” as one of her hands began to work upon the nipple of one of my tits, “I’m a girl who learns from my mistakes. Now don’t you worry yourself; I WILL be shagging you, but this time I’m going to pace myself, making you tire yourself out as I simply play with you, at a minimum level of effort on my part. So, this time I will reduce you to a state of total exhaustion, so that this time I will force you to beg, yes BEG, me to stop, and for me to show you mercy! Which is something I fully intend to show you NONE whatsoever.” She moved across to my other tit, before suddenly her hands were right by my pussy, her fingers starting to ‘amuse’ themselves right there.

Meaning that the already high state of sexual anticipation flowing throughout my form was ramped up even more, with there being no doubt within my head that my captor meant every word! Something totally out of character to me, normally I craved being in command of every situation I found myself in, but here I was, utterly delighted and excited beyond measure at being helpless in the total domination of another.

Excitement ramped up even further as Zoe’s soft voice echoed around my ear once more. “You know Karen, in a way it’s quite appropriate that it was food that was the factor that brought us together. For your body, under my total control as it is now, is purely in the form of food to feed my massive sexual appetite now, until I, AND ONLY I, say so! And just guess how hungry for you said appetite is right now?”

I never had a chance to answer that question, as now Zoe’s lips attached mine, whilst her fingers really set to work within my pussy, paying particular attention to my clitoris. As they stroked and teased said organ, I knew that the inevitable result would arrive, not that I didn’t enjoy it of course, as my first climax, held in Zoe’s hands once more, arrived. And do you think for one moment that she was going to let me relax and truly savour it? Not on your nelly, she kept up the assault, making me climax again and again, reducing me to an almost quivering state, until she finally relented, having made me eat into my reserves of stamina considerably already!

The rest period that I seemed to have been granted proved to be very short indeed, just enough for my captor to fit her strap-on whilst I, uselessly, tugged upon my secure bonds, that kept me totally held within Zoe’s captivity! Once it was on, my tormentor climbed back upon my bound body and the bed, and she wasted no time in guiding her tool ‘home,’ although she was careful not to harm me in any way. And again, giving me no time to rest, she started to pump me, slowly at first admittedly, but it wasn’t long before she was operating at ‘full throttle!’

Mind you it then appeared that Zoe really had learnt from that first time she had me in captivity to her, because she did slow the pace a little at one point, so very skilfully she ensured that her climax arrived almost simultaneously with my own. Meaning that two full screams of pleasure filled the room, as ecstasy fully claimed both of us! Not that Zoe stopped there, no she kept on pumping me, making the absolute most of the female ability to multi-orgasm. But it only seemed to be me who came more than the once, using up even more of my strength.

Zoe relentlessly kept up this cycle of playing with me, an action during which she used almost none of her reserves, and then shagging me. And I realised that she was gradually moving towards her main aim, of reducing me to a state where I would be forced to beg her to cease. She clearly had done her homework; I now knew that I would be reduced to said condition.

The point arrived during one of her finger torments. I knew that I was completely spent, I had nothing left, and what had been so pleasurable at the start of this ‘sexathon,’ was rapidly becoming painful. So, I swallowed my pride. “Mistress Zoe, mercy please! I can give you no more, please Mistress, please stop!” Her eyes widened in pure satisfaction, not that I saw.

“Mercy? Do you think that you’ve earned that? NO! I’m going to shag you at least once more!” But, then in a much softer tone, “but I’m going to allow you some time before I enforce that!”

She was as good as her word, and also during this ‘break,’ she released my limbs, one by one, moving them around to exercise them and to offset the prospect of cramp setting in. However, she returned them into secure bondage afterwards, I was still hers.

It was actually quite some time that passed before she climbed onto me again, putting her strap-on within my pussy, time that allowed me to recover somewhat. Together with the fact that I now knew that this would be the last time, meant that this shag did return to the enjoyable levels of the beginning of this session. As my cries of absolute ecstasy fully showed! And then finally, Zoe reached into the top of my stocking, removing the little key there, and began to release my utterly exhausted but fully exhilarated body from its bondage to the bed.

I was still so shattered that I could hardly move, basically almost crawling to the en-suite bathroom, preparing myself for the other function that beds are designed for, sleep. But once I’d returned to it, just before I fell into that state, I heard Zoe’s voice in my ear once more. It simply said, “I love you, Karen!” But I was far too exhausted to really take in just what I’d just been told, as my eyes closed, and my body swiftly drifted into a deep condition of slumber.

When I did awake several hours later, Zoe lay in bed alongside me. She was already awake and gazing at me, her eyes full of sparkle and contentment. “Did you hear what I said to you last night? For I truly mean it. I want to be with you for the rest of my natural days upon this earth.”
“Yes, although I was drifting off, I can vaguely recall you making a declaration of love towards me. The nicest thing anybody has ever told me. And I can see from your eyes that you were truly honest and that the feelings that you describe are real. I love you too, incidentally!”
With that the sex restarted, but for now in the form of gentle making love.

Great story

mega23101982 wrote: 7 months ago Great story

Thank you. And here is the final part, has the particular leopard managed to change its spots?




Six months later I’m once more secured to a bed with four sets of solid leather cuffs. But these, together with the bed sheets, my suspender belt and sheer stockings and the satin blindfold that ensures that I can see absolutely nothing, are all in a delicious shade of white. Together with the utterly beautiful leather suit, that I had been wearing, and the traditional wedding dress that my, now wife, had worn up until a few minutes ago as she chained me to this bed, within the bridal suite of an expensive and exclusive hotel. She’s just freshening up inside of the en-suite bathroom, before she’s about to shag me into oblivion!

It’s Zoe naturally, after discovering how we truly felt about each other that day, I guess that it was inevitable that we’d marry. And that love wasn’t the only thing I’ve discovered in life. For, whilst my name is still Karen, my nature is no longer. I’ve realised that the world is no longer all about me, Zoe has shown me the error of my former ways, and that ‘giving’ is far more rewarding than ‘taking.’ I now treat people properly, with understanding and humility, with a positive attitude instead of a negative one. Which is far more enjoyable and fulfilling.

My Zoe now works for me within my company, so outside of the bedroom I am technically her boss. Not that I ever have to admonish her, no she thoroughly earns her position, and has never expected to receive any favours, as the rest of my staff have recognised and respected. Outside of work, and the bedroom of course, we are very much equals. And, of course, you ALL know just who is the dominant one within said room! Just how we both want it, naturally.

We’ve just enjoyed a lovely marriage ceremony, publicly pledging our love for each other in front of our friends and families, and then a truly fantastic reception, before ascending into this private room, where, as I say Zoe is about to take me to heaven, again and again. In fact, as many times as it will take to break me into begging her for mercy once more, all with my total agreement.

Wait, she’s clearly finished in the bathroom as I feel her fantastic hands rubbing the sheer nylon against my legs. “What have we got here?” I hear her voice, “who is waiting for my attentions? What is going to happen here and now?”
“I am going to be shagged, Mistress!”
“Aren’t you just? How will you be shagged?”
“In whatever way, and for as long as pleases you, Mistress!”
“Correct! And now then, my little sex toy, my pet, my plaything, how much say do you have about what is going to occur here?”

Excellent story mate

Really enjoyed this story!

Thank you both for those very kind words, but i'm afraid this is the end in this particular tale. I sure hope that i can continue to entertain you all.