Passion Bound Romance


Author Unknown


Originally published in Captured! Vol 1, No 2

Transcribed by guardian46w
Story codes: M/f, bdsm, bond, toys, humil, cons, XX


I awoke early Saturday morning feeling remarkably good, and remembered I was in the master bedroom of my secluded country estate rather than back in my New York penthouse.  Grinning, I glanced over to my left.  Nancy was just as I had left her.

It was hard to tell whether she was awake, though, because her head was encased in a skintight discipline helmet and her fantastic body was held motionless by her bonds.  I recalled that after our last frenzied coupling of the evening I had folded her shapely legs tailor-fashion and strapped them that way to hold her thighs spread wide apart.  And with her arms roped securely to the head of the bed, she was still quite helpless.

For a moment I admired her full, upthrust breasts and the glossy black curls covering her plump pleasure-mound.  Then I put my hand between her legs and rubbed her love lips gently.  She had been asleep, all right!  She stiffened instantly and I could see the muscles tense in her legs as she strained against the taut straps.  It took her a few seconds to remember where she was.  Then she relaxed and arched her body sensuously against my teasing fingers.

Aroused Awakening


Her response aroused me more strongly than I had expected.  I cupped her heaving breasts in my hands and smiled to feel the nipples thicken with desire as I squeezed them urgently.  But, I had no intention of satisfying her right away.  Instead, I freed her wrists, manhandled her off the bed onto her widespread knees, and soon had her neck and wrists clamped into the low pillory
Only after she was properly positioned did I unzip her mouth-hole, and before she could speak I had my rock hard organ probing at her moistened lips.  She opened them eagerly and I settled back for a first-class sunrise service.

I held off my climax as long as I could, savoring her hot mouth and the skillful lashings of her busy tongue, but finally blasted my heavy wad of pleasure deep into her throat.  Although she gulped it convulsively, she of course got only a faint echo of the satisfaction I had received.  The spasmodic jerking of her hips made it clear that she was feeling seriously frustrated.  I closed her mouth-hole as soon as I withdrew, stifling any complaints, and freed her legs before releasing her from the pillory.

Tantalizing Toilette


After I had roped her wrists tightly behind her, I helped her up and led her into the bathroom.  She straddled the seat readily and was so intent on relieving herself that I had no difficulty in clamping her ankles into cuffs at the base of the toilet and fixing her wrists to a ring at the back.  Then I removed the helmet and replaced it with a wide steel collar.
A-a drink of water, please, Master?" she asked, meekly.  I gave it to her, after which I fastened a wrought-iron head brace to her collar.  This included a brank that jacked her jaws wide apart and pinned her tongue down so she was denied all intelligible speech.  Her dark eyes flashed an exciting combination of rebelliousness and excitement, but she could not escape my tender ministrations.  I gave her a long, loving sponge bath that left her quivering and panting, and then combed her lustrous black hair and applied light makeup.

Breakfast Bondage


After this came breakfast.  Hobbled and with her elbows bound at the center of her back, Nancy hopped and shuffled ahead of me to the kitchen.  I forced her to her knees and placed a bowl of cold oatmeal in front of her.  She hated it, and told me so when I removed her brank and head brace, but I gave her no alternative.  Reluctantly, she leaned down and began to eat the wretched stuff doggie-style.
While she was noisily mouthing the unsweetened gray mush, I fixed bacon and eggs for myself.  Knowing that the delicious odors tantalized my lovely companion, I enjoyed the meal hugely.  Then, I ordered her to lick the bowl completely clean, and amused myself by stroking and tickling her twitching fanny while her pink tongue scoured the dish.

She was spluttering with rage by the time I decided she had completed her task, so a pear gag was in order immediately.  Then, ignoring her muffled "Nnnggg, nnggh!" of protest, I led her to the playroom for some new bondage.  After she was spread-eagled tautly between two posts, I used a heavy leather corselet to cinch her waist in to a gasping 19 inches.  It served also to anchor a coarse body strap, pulled tight enough to ensure a continuing, stimulating pressure between her legs and ass cheeks, but not so tight that it could take her all the way to climax alone.

Erotic Exercises

Under the stimulus of the body strap and my casual attentions to her jutting breasts, she was soon bucking against her bonds and moaning with renewed frustrations.  But, I continued with the job, freeing her ankles and inserting hr dainty feet into a pair of mid-calf boots that held them in rigid pirouette atop six inch stiletto heels.  A short hobble between her ankle cuffs and a shorter one between her knees completed the job.

Finally, I released her arms, only to bind her wrists securely at the front of her corselet and run straps behind her back from one elbow to the other so her forearms were held tightly at her sides.  After I snapped a long leash to her collar, she was ready for a 'morning constitutional' in the garden.

My voluptuous prisoner, gagged and quite helpless, had to hop vigorously to keep up with me.  The steady tug at her throat and the threat of a broad-lash I had brought from the playroom, seemed to inspire her to athletic excellence.  Her breath was whistling through her nostrils when we reached the garden, but I gave her no relief.  A quick circuit of the cobblestone path around the garden came first, after which I took her into the middle of a sunny, grassy area for some exercises.

Doing forward and backward somersaults in bondage is never easy, but a few well-placed touches of the lash were sufficient to turn Nancy into an expert gymnast.  Next, I fixed her ankle chain to ring set in the ground so she could do some sit-ups for me, and then some back-arches after I had rolled her over onto her face.  The hot sun was responsible for part of her perspiration, bu most of it surely came from these bizarre calisthenics.

Passion Prolonged


Then I led her, hopping desperately, to a waist high fence and doubled her over it by tying her leash to her chained ankles.  I was able to enjoy her luscious derriere at my leisure, I must have spent half an hour stroking, kneading, and squeezing her smooth, firmly-rounded ass cheeks.  Occasionally, I varied the fun with a few tender kisses from my lash or some manual explorations of her tight strapped groin.
Before I tired of this pleasant pastime, she was twisting her hips frantically and humming loudly through the nose holes of her helmet.  To prolong her passions, I released her from the fence and made her hobble over to a half-sunken boulder where I had her kneel with her back to it.  When she was leaning backward over it, secured by her leash, her magnificent breasts were thrust upward, delightfully vulnerable to more fun and games.

I traced their ripe curvature with my fingers, scratched teasingly around the sensitive nipples, and flicked gently at them to see them quiver.  Some soft, sucking kisses excited her even more, and soon she was clamping her thighs together in a frenzy of desire.  I remembered her telling me last night that her nipples were so sensitive that it was like having two extra clits.  I was happy to take advantage of her good fortune.

As I was rolling her stiff, distended nipples between my fingers, she arched in a brief spend.  This reminded me of my own rampant needs, and I quickly had her back at the fence in her former pose.  This time, however, I had her body strap off and wasted no time in jamming my lusty rod into her from behind.

I pounded steadily at her pillowy ass cheeks, reveling in the sweet tightness of her love tunnel when approached from this angle.  But, I wanted this to be only a temporary relief and so brought us quickly to climax in a white-hot burst of pleasure.  I held it in her for a long time afterward, letting her talented puss extract every drop of my passion-fluid, before I backed away and freed her trembling body from the fence.

Back in the playroom I changed her bondage so she could fix our noon meal; elbows strapped tightly at her sides and hands free but separated by a ten inch hamper bar between steel wrist cuffs.  To add interest to her chores, I worked a pebble surfaced dildo of hard rubber up into her still moist cunt before fastening her body strap.  She grunted happily through her gag and rolled her hips hungrily as I led her to the kitchen.

Although the wrist-bar hampered her a good deal, she eventually produced a creditable luncheon of meatballs and spaghetti.  After she served me I retied her arms behind her, each wrist bound to the opposite elbow, and then removed her gag.

She licked her lips and exclaimed, "Jesus, I'm hungry!"

"Okay," I laughed, tossing a meatball to the other end of the dining room.  "Go eat that!" She started to protest, but clamped her mouth shut when she saw my warning glance.  Then she bowed her head and shuffled quickly toward the steaming morsel on the floor.  Dropping to her knees, she bent down to eat it dog-fashion.

I tossed several more to different places in the room, making her move as much as possible to get each new one.  And every time she leaned down to seize one in her teeth, the pose pulled her body strap tighter and forced the dildo deeper into her body.

After seven or eight meatballs, followed by a plate of unseasoned spaghetti which she also ate from the floor, she was moaning and trembling under the fearsome stimulation of the dildo.

No-Hands Happiness


Nicely relaxed now, I decided to be kind, "Ready to pop?" I asked cheerfully.
Nancy nodded jerkily, her gleaming lips parted.  "Y-you bet, Boss," she stammered huskily.

"Okay, I'll let you bring yourself off now, baby, if you can find a way."

She gave a tremulous sigh, heaved herself to her feet, and looked about frantically for a way she could masturbate herself to climax without the use of her imprisoned hands.  Finally, she tripped over to a low coffee table and knelt so that one corner was thrust between her thighs.

Eyes shut and nostrils flaring, she struggled for a moment to get herself positioned.  Then she began to work her hips against the corner, grinding and turning them to get the maximum action from her dildo.  Before long, her entire body shuddered under the delirious impact of a long-overdue orgasm.  Afterward, she slumped to her haunches, head bowed and breathing heavily, while I mockingly applauded her success.

Both of us could use a nap, I knew, so I led her back to the playroom and soon had her laced into a full body sheath and a discipline helmet.  The snug embrace of the leather held her stiff and motionless.  I laid her rigid form on the floor and watched with a smile while her trembling slowly subsided despite the dildo still invading her luscious pussy.  Then I headed for an hour's sleep in the bedroom.

Passionate Pony


The afternoon passed rapidly.  After I awoke and freed Nancy from the sheath, I led her, still helmeted, out to the stable to be hitched to a light, two-wheeled racing rig.  First, I laced her arms into doubling sheaths so her fingers could only clutch uselessly at her shoulders, and then fastened a sturdy steel and rubber bit between her jaws, after unzipping her mouth hole.  Her legs would remain free of encumbrance.
She twisted about unhappily when I pulled the single draw-bar up between her legs and fastened it with a strap to the front of her corselet, but then she realized that the pressure would affect her dildo very directly.  I climbed into the rig, shook the reins from her bit, and we were off.  My lovely steed leaned obediently into her work and soon had me moving along at a good clip.

For an hour or so, I guided my sightless, bare-bodied pony hither and yon about the garden, using the reins and a tasseled whip to guide her.  She responded beautifully.  On the straightaway, it was fabulous to see her gorgeous legs flashing in the sun as she pulled me along at a high-stepping trot.

The harder she pulled, of course, the more the draw-bar pressed up between her straining thighs, so she was hot without reward for her efforts.  In appreciation of this, in fact, I applied the brakes while we headed back to the stable so she could achieve more pressure on her dildo without having to run faster.  She was quivering with a delicious mixture of excitement and exhaustion when I unhitched her.

I left her legs free but re-fastened her arms in a rigid wing-spread, wrists chained at the back of her collar and forearms lashed along a single bar parallel with her shoulders.  Holding the reins from her bit in one hand and a quirt in the other, I made her goose-step vigorously all the way back to the house.  This naturally intensified the dildo's effects and she soon developed an exaggerated gyration of the hips that the Wehrmacht would never have tolerated!

Desperate Dance


In the playroom at last; I fastened some chains loosely from each end of her forearm-bar to the ceiling and then removed her bit and helmet.  She blinked, looked around nervously, and asked hesitantly, "What's next, Boss?"
I grinned and gave her a friendly swat across the fanny.  "I think some dancing will be in order now, darling."  She watched apprehensively while I turned on the phonograph.  In succession, I played a burlesque pit-band with it slow, sexy beat, then a couple of fast twist records, and finally a can-can.  She turned in a splendid performance after I got her going, and particularly after I found a pea-shooter and began to sting hr tender girl-flesh with the pellets.  She even yelped in time to the music.

The can-can made her provide the most attractive target and I really peppered her pussy when she did the high kicks.  But she was whimpering with arousal and real tiredness by the time the record ended, and since it was five o'clock, I decided to giver her a rest.

She ended up face-down on the floor in a strenuous hogtie, with a spreader-bar between her knees and her ankles drawn up toward the ends of her forearm-bar.  Just to tease her, I removed her dildo and forced it into her mouth as a makeshift gag.  As I left, her beautiful eyes told me how severely this bit of whimsy was tantalizing her.

Dinner In Degradation

By seven, I had prepared a sumptuous dinner and had things all set for my lovely guest.  Her nasal grunts expressed surprised anxiety when I led her to the table, but I didn't remove her mouth-filling gag until her new dinner-time bondage was perfect.

When I was satisfied, she was seated astride a U-shaped crotch bar at normal eating height.  With each of her legs bound double, she had to clamp them tightly against the supporting post to maintain her balance.  I roped her arms in a harsh "back-X" with each wrist drawn up toward the opposite shoulder so her forearms crossed in the center of her back.  In this bondage she would be unable to bend her torso and so would have to lean down from her hips in order to bring her mouth to the plate.

I buckled a pair of blinder-pads very tightly over her eyes before removing the dildo from her mouth.  She asked plaintively, "But how am I gong to eat, Boss?  I can hardly move, much less see where my food is or use my hands to feed myself!" She twisted her hips jerkily and asked suspiciously, "Did you put something o this crotch bar, Boss?  I'm getting that hot itch in my pussy," she wriggled some more.  "Dammit, Boss, this thing is going to drive me crazy before long!"

I laughingly admitted that I had smeared the crotch bar with a special aphrodisiac ointment to help her enjoy the meal more.  "Every time you lean down for a bite, sweetheart, you'll thank me for my thoughtfulness!" She gritted her teeth and moaned in reply.

It was necessary to push her down to her plate a couple of times before she understood that she could not defy me.  So, in the end, she ate her dinner as I had planned, leaning down to seize each bite in her pretty mouth.  Between the blindfold, though, and the added passion-heat in her loins, she did a pretty sloppy job of it.  She managed to smear a good deal of meat juices and mashed potato all over her face, and some of it dripped down onto her heaving, jutting breasts.

When she was finished, I cleaned her up thoroughly, and incidentally added to her frantic state of arousal.  Panting, she twisted her head blindly and hissed, "My God, Boss, do something with me!  I'm going to explode if I keep on feeling this way!"

Perfect Proposal


The moment had come.  I quietly slipped out of my clothes, turned Nancy around on the crotch bar, and lifted her off it bodily.  I hugged her to me, squashing her soft breasts against my chest.  Gasping with excitement, she naturally clamped her bound thighs about my waist.  I walked away from the table, letting her down slowly until she could feel my throbbing male-hood probing at the mouth of her love tunnel.
She twisted her shoulders frantically in an attempt to slide down further and impale herself on me.  But I hugged her tighter, holding her up so that the engorged head of my cock only pressed gently against her lips.  "Jesus," she screamed, "Do it to me, do it to me! Oh, God, Boss, you can't torture me this way!"

"First," I said huskily, "You'll have to answer a question."

"Anything, anything!" she sobbed, "Only please put that thing in me!" She arched back sharply, her body jerking spasmodically under the fearful lash of physical deprivation.  I paused for a moment to get my hands down under her fanny so I could control her descent more carefully, and then raised her up for a second in order to gnaw hungrily at her straining breasts.

She moaned at the delicious sensation and squeezed her thighs at my waist with frantic strength.  "Oh, God, oh, please, oh, Boss, oohhhh, ask me, ask me!"

"Nancy," I said, seriously and softly, "Now, will you marry me?  After today, do you think that my skills as a bondage master are good enough for you?"

Before she could answer, I pressed my lips to hers in a greedy deep kiss and then let her down slowly until my quivering cock was buried to the hilt in her quivering cunt.  She stiffened with pleasure and I carried her easily around the room, letting her wallow in her exquisite orgasm for as long as possible.  Her mouth opened wide and a soft, continuing "Aaaahhh" of delight issued from her throat.

I controlled my own passions as long as I could, and then began to bounce her up and down on my shaft, taking her to new heights of sexual joy while I jerked and shuddered with the deep, rich pleasure of my own climax.

At the last instant, I fell back heavily onto a sofa, driving my rod even deeper into her as she came down on top of me.  Squirming and breathing hard, we prolonged the ecstasy for a while longer before I finally lifted her off me and helped her to kneel sideways on my lap.

"Well?" I murmured at last.

"Oh, yes, Boss," Nancy sighed gently.  "Of course I'll marry you, if you promise to keep me in such wonderful bondage and do such sexy things to me all the time.  How can I refuse?"

Then she cocked her blindfolded head, and said, "Speaking of bondage, I think the ropes on my left leg are getting a bit loose.  Would you tighten them, Boss?  Oh, and what do you plan to do with me later this evening?"

I laughed, kissed her, and said, "You'll find out, dear."


THE END