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Sharon's Tale of bondage [f/f, cons]
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
In conjuction with posting a new Sharon bondage story, here is a repost
of the first one that I wrote in May 1994. Enjoy.
Sharon's Tale
An Original Composition
May, 1994 - The Weatherman
When Sharon got home, there was a package waiting for her. It was
a nice suprise after a day of endless appointments and deadlines.
She was very pleased that it was Friday and that she could relax.
She picked up the package and went inside. It was a small package
wrapped in brown paper, about the size of a shoe box. There was a
note taped to the outside.
"Dearest Sharon,
I've just found the most wonderful store. I went crazy.
I got these for you. Mark will love them.
Call me.
-Vanessa."
How strange. She hadn't talked to Vanessa in three months. It
was as if her best friend had walked off the face of the earth.
Then suddenly, out of the blue, this.
Sharon was even more intrigued, when she opened the box and found a pair of
black stiletto pumps. She had never received a pair of shoes from a
girlfriend before. Especially not like these.
Vanessa took one of the shoes out of the box and examined it.
Size 6b. It was her size. It was imported from Italy and made
of patent leather. The heel was very thin and had to be at least
5" high. Connected to the top of each shoe were thin ankle
straps.
"These shoes must have cost a fortune!' she thought, as she sat down
on the sofa and kicked off her work shoes. She slid the shoes on
her stocking feet and found that they fit perfectly.
She took a quick look at the ankle straps. They didn't buckle together.
The end of one strap clipped into a receptacle at the end of the other
strap. Strange she thought as she attached the straps with a barely
discernible click. Then she carefully stood up and walked over to
the full length mirror.
"Wow!" she thought, as she lifted her skirt and looked at the line
of her leg. She bent over and slid her hands up her soft stockings,
admiring the way the high heels made her legs look. Sharon
knew she had great legs, but these shoes made them look even
better.
"Maybe if I wore something like this, Jack wouldn't be so eager to
run off with his buddies." she thought, thinking of how dreary
the house was without him. The golf trip had been planned for
weeks and Mark knew Sharon was unhappy with him. She would have
much preferred it if he had stayed home and made passionate love to her
all weekend, like he used to do. Sharon began to wonder if the
spark had gone out in their marriage. She tried to put the
thought out of her mind, but it had already depressed her.
She walked back over to the sofa, bent down to take off the shoes
and stopped. She couldn't find a release for the ankle strap. She
felt around the closure for a release and there was none.
Frustrated, she lifted her foot and looked at the closure. There
was a tiny keyhole on the closure. She grabbed the shoe box
and looked inside. No key. She tried pulling on the straps to
see if they would just release, but they were solidly attached to
one another. She felt a little stupid.
'How am I going to get these shoes off without ruining them?' she
thought, already picking up the phone to call Vanessa.
'Hello?'
'Vanessa, its Sharon. I got shoes'
'Aren't they great?!' Vanessa said.
'They're beautiful...but...we'll...I tried them on, and now I
can't take them off...Well they're kind of locked on. I think
they need a key and it isn't in the box. Please tell me you have
it.'
'Hold on.' Vanessa said, putting down the phone. 'It's here.
Somehow the key didn't get in the box...hey, isn't Jack golfing
this weekend?'
'Yes. How did you know?'
'Well Jim's out of town for the weekend too. Why don't you drive
down here for dinner tonight. I know it's a long way, but you can
stay over if you like. We'll have time to talk. There are so many
things that have happened to me over the last few months. I must see
you. I might even consider releasing you from your shoes, if you ask me
nicely.'
It didn't take Sharon long to decide. 'That sounds great. Let's
do it. I've just got to pack a few things and I'll be there...bye.'
Sharon put down the phone and walked into the bedroom. She hadn't
wanted to stay in the house tonight by herself anyway. She
stepped out of her dress, being very careful not to rip it with her
stiletto shoes and hung it up in the closet. Because she couldn't
take her stockings off, she decided she would go all out and wear
her black mini outfit. She grabbed the mini outfit and put it on.
The dress barely covered the dark tops of her stockings.
'Jack, you don't know what your missing.' she said aloud, as she quickly
packed some clothes in an overnight bag and left.
Traffic was good and it only took an hour and a half to drive the
95 miles to Woodcrest. Vanessa lived in a large house, on a
fairly good sized lot. It was quiet and secluded.
'Just the type of weekend I needed.' she thought as she drove up the
long driveway to the house.
She climbed out of her car, grabbed her bag and walked up to the
door. It opened before she got there. Sharon stopped dead in her
tracks. In the doorway, Vanessa stood in one of the most erotic
outfits Sharon had ever seen.
Vanessa was wearing a black and red turtle neck teddy made out of some
shiny patent material. It was extremely tight and cut high on the hips
to accentuate Vanessa's beautiful legs. To complement her teddy, she had
put on a pair of long, jet-black stockings and a pair of black patent
leather ankle boots with 5 inch stiletto heels.
The tops of the boots weren't tight around her legs; They flared
out a bit intensifying line of her slender ankles.
Sharon just stood there staring.
'Isn't it great?!' Vanessa said beaming.
'Im-pressive' Sharon said, collecting herself. Where on earth did
you pick up that?'
'On my trip to Europe. There was this great shop called "Dress
for Duress". I couldn't believe it. I bought a ton of stuff.
Come on in.'
'What brought this on?' Sharon asked wonderingly.
'Really it's Jim's fault. It started innocently enough. Sit
down... would you like so wine?'
'Sure. What started innocently?' Sharon said, watching Vanessa,
as she strutted to the bar.
Sharon was completely overwhelmed. She couldn't take her eyes off of
Vanessa's incredibly sexy body, as she poured the two glassaes of wine and
brought them back to the couch.
'Here' Vanessa said, handing Sharon a glass of wine. 'I don't know
where to begin. I guess at the beginning. One day, I was innocently
cleaning one of Jim's cabinets, when I found a bondage magazine.'
'Bondage?!...What like whips and chains?'
'No, not exactly. Just women dressed in all kinds of bizarre
outfits, tied up in these amazyingly, intricite positions. It was actually
incredibly erotic.
Well anyway, when he got home, I confronted him and he came clean. He
said he had been into bondage his whole life. I asked him if he
had tied up his other girlfriends and he said he had. I then asked
him why he hadn't asked to tie me up. He said that he was scared
that I wouldn't understand. He said that I was very special to
him and that he didn't want to lose me. He said he had been
waiting for the right time to bring it up but it had never seemed
like the right time.
Anyway, to make a long story short, we had a long talk about it
that night, then one thing led to another and there I was, tied
spread-eagle on the bed.
'Wow. How was it?' Sharon asked, genuinely intrigued.
I was a little scared at first, but he was very gentle and soon I
was totally into it. It was incredible. He started kissing me all
over my body. Soon I was totally turned on. Not being able to
get free, intensified my experience. I was writhing around and making a
lot of noise. He grabbed a scarf and gagged me with it, explaining that
If I needed to get free, I need only hum a
song, and he would release me.'
'How was that?'
'It was weird, but the gag made me feel even more helpless, more
excited. He took out a vibrator and began to play with me. He was very
clever with it. It wasn't more that a couple of minutes before I came.
It was the most incredible orgasm I have ever had. After it was over I
relaxed, exhausted on the bed waiting for him to untie me, but he didn't.
He told me that I was going to have to come five times before he
would let me go.'
'FIVE more times?'
'Yes. It was unbelievable. He had me tied up for over three hours.
He had incredible patience. Each orgasm was it's own unique act. it
was amazing.'
'What happened then?'
'After my fifth orgasm, he untied me and I fell into his arms. It was
wierd. I had never felt so loved in all my life. Ever since then, things
have kinda evolved.'
'Evolved?' Sharon asked, unable to hide the fact that she was
hanging on every word.
'Come on, follow me and I show you.'
Sharon noticed that her panties were wet. She had been unaware of
it until now. She was completely turned on. She gulped down the
rest of her wine and followed Vanessa into one of the bedrooms.
On the bed was vast selection of erotic lingerie, all of which tended
towards the kinky side. There were various pairs of shoes and boots, all
with incredible high heels. Beside the clothing, there was a bunch of
rope, handcuffs, and various bondage paraphernalia, some of which, she
didn't begin to understand the use of.
'Oh my god, this is incredible!'
'This is only a sample. Care to try something on?'
She should have seen it coming, but Sharon was completely
unprepared for the question. She turned, looked at Vanessa,
started to say something and then stopped. Vanessa didn't say
anything else, she just let it hang out there. Sharon thought
about it for a minute and replied.
'That's a loaded question. Did you mean try on one of the outfits
or try out the bondage stuff?'
'Both.' Vanessa said smiling.
Against everything she had ever done, Sharon said 'OK.'
She wasn't sure why. Something in Vanessa's quiet confidence had
taken Sharon completely by suprise. Maybe it was because she was
still angry over Mark going off and leaving her. Or maybe just
was just totally intrigued by the whole thing. All she really
knew was that her best friend, another woman, had asked her if she
wanted to try out a little bondage and she had agreed.
'First we have to pick out an outfit for you. Bondage, just isn't
bondage with out the right packaging.'
Vanessa grabbed a jet black body stocking from the bed and gave it
to Sharon.
'Here put this on to start with.'
'I need the key.' Sharon said, looking down at her feet, which were still
locked in her shoes.
'Oh sorry, I forgot. Allow me.'
Vanessa pulled out the key from a drawer and unlocked the straps
around Sharon's ankles. Sharon was grateful as Vanessa removed her
feet from the shoes. They had been locked in them for hours and
her feet were sore. Sharon shed her clothes and slid on the
bodystocking. It was made of an incredibly soft sheer nylon and
covered her entire body; all the way from her neck to her feet,
even her hands. Vanessa help her by zipping up the small zipper
in the back. Sharon turned and faced Vanessa.
'That looks great on you,' Vanessa said, 'turn around.'
Vanessa proceeded to lace her into a shiny black corset that went
from the bottom of her breasts to her hips. It was heavily boned
and as Vanessa pulled the laces taught, it pushed in on her,
making her waist at least 3 inches smaller.
'God, this is tight. I can barely breath.' Sharon complained.
'It's suppose to be. Here.' Vanessa gave Sharon a pair of long
black PVC gloves, which she help her slide stocking hands and arms into.
The gloves fit her like a second skin and went way up past her elbows.
'Now the shoes. These will do. Put them on'
Vanessa handed Sharon a pair of 5 inch black stiletto pumps. Very
similar to the pair that she had been imprisoned in, but without
the straps.
'Oh..do I have to? I just got those other shoes off my feet?'
Vanessa just stared at her and it became clear that the shoes were
required. Sharon obediently sat down and put the shoes on. She
carefully stood up and walked over to the mirror. She looked
unbelievable. She turned around and looked at herself. She felt
powerful and vulnerable all at the same time. If Mark saw her like
this, he would be putty in her hands.
'You look stunning!' Vanessa said walking up from behind. 'Just
one final touch.' Vanessa brushed Sharon's shoulder length blond
hair and tied it up with a black ribbon, making a big, black bow on the
back of her head. 'Perfect, Gwendolyn would have been proud.'
'Gwendolyn who?' Vanessa asked.
'I'll explain later, come here.'
Sharon did as she was told and followed Vanessa over to the bed.
'Turn around and put your hands behind your back.'
Sharon turned around and slowly put her hands behind her back. She
wasn't sure what she was getting into and she was certainly a
little scared.
'OK. before we begin, I just want you to know that we can stop at
anytime you want. Just hum a tune, any tune and I'll untie you
immediately, OK? Do you want to stop?'
'No.' Sharon replied, acknowledging within herself that she
didn't...She was already incredibly turned on. This was all so
new and exciting. She didn't want to stop now.
'OK put your hands together palm to palm.'
Sharon obeyed and Vanessa took a length of rope and began to wrap
it around her gloved wrists. Loosely at first, but then as
Vanessa clinched the ropes between her wrists, it tightened evenly,
securely binding her hands. Then Vanessa took another length of
rope and began to wrap it around her upper arms just above her
elbows. As she tighted the ropes it pulled Sharon's elbows back until
they were nearly touching behind her back. Vanessa expertly
cinched and tied off the ropes.
'I knew you were limber.'
'It is really necessary for it to be this tight?' Sharon said,
struggling experimentally.
'Absolutely. I can't have you getting free on me, can I?'
Sharon continued to test her bonds. After a short time, I was
obvious that there was indeed no way she was going to get free
without Vanessa's help.
'How do you feel?' Vanessa asked.
'Very vulnerable. I can't possibly get free...You can do anything you want
to me.'
'I know.' Vanessa said as she doubled a length of rope and looped
it around Sharon's corseted waist and few times. Sharon wondered
what she was doing, until Vanessa feed the ends of the rope
through the loop and pulled it between her legs.
'What are you doing to me?...' Sharon murmured as Vanessa
carefully split the lips to Sharon's crotch so the rope would rest
on her clitoris, then pulled the rope taught behind her
'This is called a crotch rope.' She said yanking on the rope.
'Delicious isn't it?'
'Oooo....'
Vanessa attached the rope to Sharon's wrist ropes, making sure that the
crotch rope was tight against Sharon's flesh. Tying the crotch rope to
her hands, allowed Sharon a little fun. She soon found that every time
she moved her hands the rope between her legs would tighten, sending
waves of pleasure through her body.
'That's right, struggle.' Vanessa said quietly, as she reached
around Sharon and cupped Sharon's breasts in her hands.
'Struggle all you want, you can't get free. You're mine now.'
'Oh yes...' Sharon whispered as Vanessa's hand slid down her body
and between her legs. Vanessa slowly caressed her pussy with one
hand while the other hand grabbed the crotch rope and pulled it
tighter, forcing it and the nylon body stocking even further
inside Sharon aching body.
Vanessa continued to play with Sharon, expertly alternating
between soft and rough caresses until she had brought Sharon to
the very brink of orgasm. Then she stopped.
'Oh, please don't stop...Please!'
'I think it's time for some more ropes.'
'Please...don't stop...not now...' Sharon whimpered.
'I think it's also time for you to be quiet.' Vanessa said as she
grabbed a red ball gag. '...Remember..if something isn't right or
you really feel the need to get free, just hum a tune, any tune.
OK?'
'OK'
'Now open your mouth....Wider...'
Vanessa slowly worked the ballgag into Sharon's mouth, until
Sharon felt the red orb pop in behind her teeth. The gag filled her
mouth and tasted very strange. Vanessa buckled it tightly behind her
head, turned and began to remove all the extra stuff from the bed.
Meanwhile, Sharon tested the efficiency of the ball gag. She
tried unsuccessfully to push the ballgag out of her mouth with her
tongue, -not a chance, it was inside her mouth to stay. With the gag so
firmly strapped in place, Sharon felt even more powerless now to stop
Vanessa and whatever she had in store for her.
Vanessa returned and led Sharon to the bed, but instead of having
her lie down, she had her kneel on it, facing the foot of the bed.
Vanessa took a black bar about one and a half feet in length and tied
Sharon's knees to either end of it. Then she crossed Sharon's ankles
behind her and tied them together.
Another rope was added attaching her ankles to the head of the
bed. Then Vanessa took a long length of rope, attached it to her
elbow ropes and looped it tightly around Sharon's torso above and
below her breasts. She tied it off behind her back. Then she
took a piece of rope, attached one end to her elbow rope and the
other end to the head board, pulling it taught.
Three more ropes were added; One was attached from her waist rope to
the foot of the bed in front of her and two others on either side of
her. As Vanessa tightened the rope in front, Sharon's body was pulled
forward until she was unable to sit down on her feet. The ropes on
either side made it impossible to fall sideways.
Vanessa stepped back and admired her handywork. Sharon was admiring it
as well. Not only could she barely move and Vanessa had made it
impossible for her to sit down. The ropes held her firmly
upright. All she could do was slowly swirm in place.
'Oh you look superb. Let me show you.'
Vanessa positioned some small spot lights around her and then
turned off the all the lights in the room. Then she went away and
came back with a set of large mirrors, which she proceeded to set
up around the bed. When she was finished, Sharon had no choice but to
look at herself from every angle.
She couldn't believe how sexy she looked. There were ropes everywhere.
She watched herself as she slowly struggled against them.
Various fantasies crept into her mind. She was a damsel in distress,
awaiting some cruel fate, or on the auction block or some nefarious
white slavers. The list was endless.
Vanessa had disappeared and left her to struggle and contemplate
her bondage. The loneliness intensified the experience even more.
She watched herself, intently. Focusing on her body and the flex of
the rope, she continued to struggle, even knowing that escape was
impossible.
After a few minutes, Vanessa returned from the dark portion of the
room. She had been watching Sharon's excitement build and she
felt it was time. She had removed most of her outfit (except her
stockings) and had put on some long black satin gloves.
'How's my beautiful captive?' Vanessa asked as she climbed on the
bed. Her gloved hands slowly moved over Sharon's helpless body
until she reached her crotch.
'Oh.. you're so wet. Look how wet your pussy is.'
'MMmm' Sharon moaned into her gag, trying to twist away, unable to
resist.
Vanessa stopped her caresses and went around behind Sharon. She
took off Sharon's shoes and placed them on the floor.
'Isn't that better?' she asked, as she began to rub and massage
Sharon's stocking feet. Then she bent over and began to suck
Sharon's stocking toes. Then she began to kiss and lick the
soles of her feet, then her heels, moving slowly up Sharon's
stocking legs, to her torso and her breasts. She paused at her
neck and ears and then went down her body again, always passing by
the one area that Sharon longed for her to kiss. Vanessa repeated
this innumerable times, taking particular, evil pleasure in the
tension that she was building in Sharon's bound body. After she
felt that Sharon had had enough, she finally relented and
concentrated on Sharon's aching pussy.
Sharon found out that Vanessa had an expert tongue and she seemed
to know instinctively just when to kiss, and when to tickle, suck
or bite. Soon, Sharon was now writhing around in utter ecstasy;
Straining at the bonds that held her firmly in place. When
Vanessa felt she was ready, she pulled out a small vibrator and
began to message her clitoris.through the crotch rope.
This just made Sharon go crazy, moaning and struggling; not to get
free now, but to reach climax. Vanessa concentrated on Sharon's
reactions. She watched the tension in Sharon's body build; Her hands
gripping the rope, her stocking feet arching, her eyes shut tight,
straining for release. Vanessa waited patiently until just before Sharon
was to come, then she pulled the vibrator away, just a half inch out of
reach.
Sharon opened her eyes and looked down at Vanessa, who was smiling
broadly and slowly moving the head of the vibrator back and forth,
teasingly.
Sharon tried to lower herself down onto the vibrator, but found, to her
dismay, that the ropes prevented her from touching it. She struggled
harder, trying in vain to relieve the incredible longing that Vanessa had
built inside of her.
'Struggle for me Sharon. That's right, do you want it?' Vanessa asked,
lightly touching Sharon's pussy with the vibrator and then pulling it
away again.
'MMMph...' Sharon wimpered though her gag as she continued to struggle
against the cunning ropes. to lower her body onto the vibrator.
'Oooo, you DO want it don't you?' she said, lightly touching Sharon's
pussy again and immediately taking it away again.
'MMMPH!'
'OK. You've deserved it.' Vanessa said as she pushed the head of
the vibrator hard against the ropes that shielded Sharon's
clitoris. Almost immediately Sharon came. She shuddered as waves
of pleasure washed over her, again and again. She took it longer
than she ever could before and then collapsed, the ropes still
holding her limp body firmly upright.
Vanessa removed the vibrator and kissed Sharon gagged lips.
Sharon looked into Vanessa's eyes, silently woundering if she was
going to release her. Vanessa seemed to read her thoughts.
'Oh no, my sweet, innocent playmate, this was just an overture to
your evening of pleasure!' With that Vanessa, got out a blindfold
and put over Sharons eyes. Sharon couldn't believe it. She was
going to do that to her again?! Sharon waited in anticipation for
the pleasure to begin again, but instead she heard Vanessa's
stockings legs rustle on the bedspread, as she slid off the bed and
slipped away.
All was darkness. She was alone. Thoughts raced through Sharon's
mind 'What's Vanessa doing? What was she going to do to her
now?' She strained to hear her return. Nothing...Then footsteps.
DIFFERENT footsteps.
'Hello Sharon.'
'Mmmmph!' Sharon shouted into her gag realizing it was Mark.
'Yes it's me.. I have been watching for over an hour. Vanessa
set this whole thing up for us.' Mark said as he unbuckled the
strap from behind Sharon's head and pulled the ballgag from her
lips.
'I'm here for the entire weekend. Just for you.'
'Oh Mark, kiss me....'
The end? I think not.
The Weatherman:-)
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