author unknown

Illustration by Kagan

Published In: Bondage in the Buff, Vol. 1, No. 4

Transcribed and Scanned by guardian46w

Story Codes: M/f, Sbf, bdsm, cons, roped, gag, blindfold, whip, anal, sex, X

Bill Strickland was worried about Joanie Purcell.  He'd known her since they were kids (though he was five years older) and he'd thought of her as a kid sister.  But now… !

Bill went straight through the army after high school and then went to work for the postal service.  He hadn't seen Joanie since she was thirteen, but he knew she'd gone on to college and become a highly paid professional artist.  He hadn't expected ever to see her again until the day she walked into the post office and asked for him by name.

It had been a real shock to see what she had turned into.  The baby fat and braces were gone, leaving sweet curves and raven-haired beauty in their place.  And the way she moved!  She swayed as if machined out of greased ball bearings and springs.

But the real shock came when she invited him to dinner.  It didn't take long to realize that she wanted him though he couldn't imagine what a highly paid professional saw in an assistant post master!  He knew he was a fool not to take the messages she sent out, but he just couldn't.  It would've been like fucking his kid sister.  Besides, he was afraid of her.  She was just too beautiful, and he suspected she was smarter than he.  She was certainly better educated!  He was afraid she'd turn him into a ball-less wonder.  So he chickened out and pretended not to understand.

Unfortunately, she was persistent.  She just kept after him, and he kept refusing.  After awhile, it got to be a habit and he felt himself tighten up inside the moment she appeared.  Finally.  half-ashamed of himself, he asked her to stop visiting and calling him.

He just didn't know what to do.  Intellectually, he knew he was a fool not to take her up on her offers.  It wasn't like he didn't enjoy a good romp in the sack!  But he just couldn't do it.

It was absurd to be frightened of her, he thought as he drove into his parking lot and went to his apartment.  He was six=feet six of hard bone and muscle and she was no more than five-four.  But he was.  He sighed regretfully as he opened his front door and went to the kitchen for a beer.  She was far better looking than his regular bed partner, Cheryl, but somehow he just couldn't do anything about it.

He got a beer and headed for the bedroom.  A hot shower and a night in the sack seemed indicated, he thought moodily, switching on the light.  Then he dropped his beer in shock.

Joanie lay in the middle of his floor - but not as he'd ever seen her!  She was flat her back, knees drawn high by the ropes that bound her crossed ankles to her handcuffed wrists!  Her pretty mouth was stretched around a fat ball gag and a leather blindfold hid her eyes.

That was arresting enough.  But all she wore was a tiny silk bra and blue bikini panties.  plus mesh opera hose and flower-embroidered thigh garters!  She was sweaty, too, as if she'd been there awhile.

Bill didn't know what to do!  He wanted to pull out his cock and step right up, but he was afraid to.  What the hell was happening?  He was still wondering when he saw the tiny key and envelope on his bed.  He was numbed with shock as he tore the letter open.

Dear Bill,

You've always been the only man I wanted, though it took me years to find you again.

But you can't see me as anything but the dopey kid you used to play Cowboys and Indians with.
All right.  I'm giving it one last try.  A girl I know suggested this and I let her demonstrate it a little.
I loved it!  So what you see is what you get, as they say.  There's a suitcase of things under the bed and you can use them any way you want.
Just enjoy me that's all I ask.  If you don't want me in the morning, well, ail you have to do is kick my ass out.

Joanie

Bill stared at her in disbelief.  There wasn't anything wrong with her hearing, so she knew he was there, but she never budged.  She just lay there, gift-wrapped, while he read a note he couldn't possibly misinterpret and slowly realized she had bound herself for him.  Shit!  She really meant it!

He found the suitcase.  It was big and heavy, and his eyes widened at the collection of ropes, straps, gags, blindfolds, lengths of chain, and tiny pad locks.  There were even two whips, for God's sake!  One had five thongs of braided rope with knots every six inches and the other was a vicious little riding crop.  There was a note fastened to the whips and he picked it up.

"For use on slaves," it said, in Joanie's writing.

Bill smacked his palm with the five thong whip.  He jerked his hand back and waved stinging fingers.  Christ!  It hurt like hell!

He sat on the bed, staring at Joanie.  His mind said he should turn her loose, but his glands said he should take her offer and run like a thief and that was the louder voice.  He looked down at his bulging fly and knew where he wanted to put his cock.  Images swam in his mind.  If Joanie meant it, there wasn't anything he couldn't do!  Up the pussy, up the ass, in the mouth, she'd take it anywhere!  And those fucking whips!  Bill had never beaten anyone in his life, but suddenly he wanted to beat Joanie.  He wanted her to yell and cry.  He folded the note slowly and made his decision, kneeling beside her.  She turned her blindfolded face towards him.

"This is for real, isn't it?" he asked, startled at his calm tone.  She nodded.  "Well, shit!  If you want it, honey, you're gonna get it!  You understand that?"  She nodded again and Bill rose, wild anticipation filling him.  He looked around the room, considering his options, and grinned.

The dresser was heavy, but Bill was a powerful man.  He had no trouble dragging it to the center of the room.  He tried the key in her handcuffs and, as he'd thought, it opened them.  He grabbed her under her shaven armpits, feeling sweat in their hot hollows.  She began to tremble, but she didn't resist as he lifted her and leaned her over the dresser, swaying on her bound feet.  He panted with lust as he dragged her half over the dresser, using rope to fasten her wrists tightly to the back legs.  Then he untied her ankles and roped them to the front legs and stood back to survey his helpless prize.

God, she was beautiful!  The ropes held her as if she were praying to the dresser, the big, cut glass knobs gouging her belly and thighs painfully.  Her breasts crushed against the top and her toes just touched the floor.  Her ass thrust out boldly, and he knew just what he was going to do.

He let her hang while he removed everything but his jock strap.  He wanted freedom to maneuver for this!  Then he unsnapped her bra.  He couldn't get the shoulder straps off while she was tied, so he broke them and yanked the silk roughly from under her crushed tits.  She jerked and moaned with pain and his cock twanged even more erect, swelling his jock strap away from his flat, muscular body.

Taking her bra emboldened him and he reached for her panties.  He peeled them off her quivering ass and shredded them.  There wasn't a piece as large as a quarter when he finally dropped them, gloating.

Joanie trembled before him and his eyes drank her in.  The rope strained her graceful limbs tight and her spread legs opened her ass cheeks, showing the tantalizing circle of her tight, dark little anus.  Her cunt showed clearly from behind, a few ebony love curls shining in the light.  He slid his hand between her thighs and gripped her harshly, squeezing the heel of his hand into the hot wetness of her cunt while his fingers gouged the soft belly above her pelvis.  Her head thrashed and she groaned, but her imprisoned cunt pushed against him eagerly.  He beamed in delighted disbelief.  This was wonderful!

"I never whipped anyone before," he said hoarsely, "but, since you've offered, I'll just make up for my deprivation, Joanie."  She tensed in fearful anticipation.  "I'm going to use that nice rope whip to heat up that nice ass.  Then I'm gonna cut me a piece of fresh, hot cunt.  Understand?"

Joanie sobbed in fear, but her blindfolded head nodded.  He thought he'd come in his jock strap!  The bitch meant every word she'd written!

He snatched up the rope whip, watching her ass cheeks tense and relax in frightened captivity.  Cunt juice leaked down her thighs and she made little moaning sounds of fear but he heard lust in them, too.  She was drinking this up, was she?  Well, fine.  Just fine!

He struck the first blow, the five lashes splaying over her quivering ass like fingers.  His hesitancy robbed the blow of full power, but the ropes slapped their knotted lengths over her dusky flesh with a sharp popping sound.  Joanie flinched and jerked, emitting a gagged wail of pain.  Bill frowned.  What was wrong with him?  The slut wanted it, didn't she?  Well, all right!

He struck harder.  The whip hissed and clawed at her viciously, the sound like a pistol shot.  Joanie lurched, bucking wildly.  Her back curved painfully and she fought her ropes with all her strength, whining in her nose with anguish.  Her trembling muscles etched her satin skin and the lashes laid dark red lines across her flesh-lines that rose to stinging welts, darker red where the knots had bitten.  Power boiled in Bill's veins and he struck again, even harder.

Bill grinned fiercely, savoring his power and her pain.  He lashed her with every ounce of muscle in his arm.  The lashes shrilled in the air and sank bitterly in the quaking softness of her helpless ass.

Joanie screamed, the gag strangling the sound into an animalistic mewing.  The whip left her hungrily and five fresh welts, dark and burning, pulsed hotly on her body.  Her knees clattered against the dresser, but he gave her no time to recover.  He struck again and again, taking some force from the lashes, but not much.  Knotted rope danced on her sweating flesh like a demon lover, each hempen kiss raising welts, drawing forth its own shriek of pain.

Bill didn't count the lashes.  He kept it up until his willing victim's ass was streaked and criss-crossed with angry welts.  He kept it up until his lust could wait no longer.

He dropped the whip, snatching off his jock strap.  Joanie still shook and moaned from the last lash when he grabbed her hips, yanking at them.  He slammed into her dripping cunt doggie style, burying himself to the balls in one thrust.

Bill's eyes popped as Joanie squealed in anguish.  Joanie convulsed, sobbing in pain as he lunged into her brutally opened pussy.  Her muscles jerked and twitched in shocked inexperience, writhing around his plundering cock.  He gave another cunt-splitting heave, and Joanie pushed back!  He moaned in delight, feeling her hips surging submissively while her muscles still writhed in inexperienced pain.  She was answering his pounding assault!
Joanie adjusted to his attack.  Her muscles began to clasp him as he pounded her.  Shit!  She might be inexperienced, but she had the right instincts!  She gripped like a bear trap, tightening for all she was worth!  He moaned in bliss, hearing her sobs of pain and pleasure answer.  He plumbed her like a battering ram, faster and faster, her whines keeping time.  He felt her muscles strain towards climax and he hastened himself.  He wanted to spray his load at precisely the right moment.

Joanie's eyes bulged against the blindfold at what seemed a quart of seething heat, like boiling soup, she thought pantingly, blasted her.  She shrieked, tumbling into a multiple orgasm that blasted her from peak to peak, flogging her with pleasure.  She wanted to die, because nothing else so gloriously wonderful could ever happen to her again.  Her head thrashed, her gagged warbles of delight pealing.

Bill withdrew from her sucking pussy slowly.  Jesus!  He'd never seen a woman come like that!  If ropes and whips did that for everyone, there'd be a rush at the hardware store the minute people found out!  He sat back panting, wondering why he turned her down so many times.