by Lee St.  Mark

Illustrations by unknown

Originally Published in Breast Bondage Vol 1, No 7

Transcribed and Scanned by guardian46w

Story Codes: M/f, bdsm, cons, susp, sex, whip, anal, X

Bobbi Wong had been growing closer to Ron Houston for weeks.  She'd have been crazy not to, she thought, because he was everything she could want: handsome, intelligent, rich, physically fit.  She didn't know how she could be lucky enough to attract him, but there was no doubting the powerful magnetism they both felt.

Some girls Bobbi's size would have been doubtful about someone Ron's size.  Ron was just over six and a half feet of grisly muscle, while Bobbi inherited her size from her father's side of the family.  She stood just over four feet ten, although, in a1l fairness, every inch was beautifully sculpted.  And she knew how to make the best of her slightly exotic Eurasian beauty.  Her raven hair rippled to her waist and she emphasized her almond-shaped black eyes and beautiful facial structure.  And Bobbi wasn't afraid of Ron's size.  She wasn't an easy lay, but she was no nun either.  She knew her healthy, sensual nature would be able to overcome the size differential if the need arose.

This Friday was special.  Somehow, she just knew it would be so, she dressed carefully in her very best.  The white silk Mandarin gown and the expensive silken lingerie.  She deliberately made herself more fragile, more desirable than ever before.

And the evening as perfect.  A nationally acclaimed play, hors d'oeuvres at a Champaign supper, subtle, exhilarating conversation.  She 1oved Ron's brilliant mind, and she knew he respected hers and she also knew they both knew that it would happen this evening.

He was driving her home when she turned to him, her voice soft.  "Ron, I don't want you to think I'm cheap.  I've played around some sure, but I'm no round-heels.  But I'd really like to go home with you tonight."

"You would?" He grinned delightedly.  "I've been trying to think how to ask you all night!" And they laughed together delightedly.

Ron took her to his "Country Place".  She'd never seen it before, but she fell in love on sight.  It was a small house, near the coast, rustic and simple, but beautifully furnished.  He lit a huge fire and they sat before it, sipping wine.  Neither felt in any hurry.

He took her on a tour of the house and she loved everything she saw.  In the library, she finished her wine and he went to get her more.  She wandered the book cases, examining his taste in authors.  She heard him returning as she pulled out a quarto sized book.

"What's this?" she asked.  "It looks like-OHH!" She broke off in shock.  It was a huge, expensive, beautiful book of pornography.  And not just any pornography!  It showed beautiful girls and women, all of them helplessly bound.  Her nipples popped erect as she stared at the strenuous positions.  She looked at Ron in amazement.

"Ron?  Is this-is this yours?"

"Yes."  The word was strangled.  He looked ashen-faced and shaken.  "I didn't want you to see that," he said wretchedly.

"Why not?"

"Why not?!  Doesn't it revolt you?  Don't you think it's sick?"

"Should I?" Her calm astounded her.  "It's only a collection of pictures, and I recognize quality photography when I see it."

"You're not disgusted I like it?" Ron stared in disbelief.

"Ron, there are many sorts of people in the world.  Tell me, have you actually done this?"

"Once or twice," he said unwillingly.  "With… with prostitutes."

"I see."  His admission shook her, but she went on.  "Did you injure them?" He shook his head vigorously.  "Well, the way I see it, what you do is your business, if the other person agrees.  I mean, you're a nice guy.  You're considerate.  You're a very gentle man.  If you want to do this kind of thing, why should I condemn you?"

Ron sank into a chair in shock.  His jaw hung.  Then he laughed.  "Damn!  You're the first woman who ever understood!  So, I'm into bondage, big deal.  You don't think it's some kind of moral crime.  Bobbi, you're terrific!

"Terrific?  No.  I just try to understand before I condemn, Ron."

"Really?" His face brightened.  "You really want to understand?"

"Now, Ron…" Bobbi began.  She suddenly realized what she'd said!  He must think…!  But then, that was what she was thinking, wasn't it?  "You mean you want me to-to..."  She pointed at the book.

"Only if you want to."  He spoke calmly, but she saw his hurt, as if a friend were turning out less understanding than he had thought.

"You wouldn't hurt me?  You'd stop if I asked?" He nodded and Bobbi drew a breath.  "Well, we were going to bed anyway, weren't we?  Why not?"

"Lady, you're fantastic!  Come with me!"

Bobbi couldn't believe what she was agreeing to!  She'd never considered such a thing, but the idea was strangely compelling.  She followed him into the bedroom almost eagerly.  On one hand, bondage frightened her, but it also excited her strangely.  And this was Ron, the man she thought she loved.  If she couldn't trust him, who could she trust?  The sight of Ron's alarming collection of ropes, chains, leather straps, blindfolds, and other devices sobered her briefly.  She swallowed.

"Better take off your dress, Bobbi.  We wouldn't want to tear it."

"No, we wouldn't, would we?" she said, her mouth dry.  In for a penny, in for a pound, she thought, and stripped the dress off.  She felt terribly exposed in her delicate lingerie, for she was richly built for her size and the silk barely confined her luscious charms.  She saw the brightness in his eyes, and it scared her, but she saw a reassuring tenderness, too.

"What now?" She tried to sound light and unconcerned."

"I tie you up."  Ron's voice was slightly hoarse.  "You're the submissive.  You do whatever the dominant demands.  But I must always be careful not to injure you, and you must trust me not to."

"That makes sense," she said.  "How-where do you want me?"

"Just hold out your hands and cross your wrists," he said.

Bobbi licked her lips and did so.  He laced rope quickly around her delicate wrists.  Bobbi's crotch dampened and her nipples stung achingly as the hemp tightened.  What a turn-on!  Or was it fear?

Ron led her to the room center.  Eye bolts in the ceiling-hammock hooks for summer, she thought, gleamed down.  Ron looped the wrist rope through one of them and raised her hands.  He pulled them a little high, shifting her to the balls of her feet, but she bit her lip in silence.  The helplessness was doing too many things to her libido!

Ron knelt to fasten a bar between her ankles.  She stared down, watching her breasts tremble to her breathing as he lashed her feet, spreading them a yard apart.  It was an uncomfortable stretch for someone her size and she felt a delicious shudder of terror as she felt how open and vulnerable, she was.  Air brushed her satin thighs and she shivered.

"To do this right," Ron sounded calm, but his breathing was fast.  "We should use a gag."

"But if you gag me," Bobbi felt fear.  "How could I stop you?"

"That's one reason to use it.  You'll have to communicate only with your body.  But if you want me to stop, just shake your head and then nod.  I'll stop right away.  Promise!"

It was a little late for second thoughts, Bobbi thought.  She was already bound and helpless!  She nodded acceptance and Ron kissed her tenderly.  Then he showed her the leather ball gag, explaining it.  She eyed it doubtfully, aware of the growing ache in her shoulders.  The ball looked awful big!  But when he raised it, she opened her lips.

She blinked as he forced it in.  God!  It was huge!  Her jaws popped painfully as he cinched it tight, yanking it deep.  But once in place, the discomfort eased some, and Bobbi's soupy crotch swelled with arousal!  Helplessness, it seemed, was a powerful turn-on!

Ron's hands roamed her body, stroking and fondling.  Bobbi trembled delightedly, shuddering wantonly as he brushed fire across her skin.  She crooned to the gag, a muffled, helpless sound that inflamed her further.  She began to pant, her eyes brilliant, as he loosened her bra.  He broke the shoulder straps to free them and she didn't care.  Anything was fine with her, as long as he kept stroking her passion!

He touched her stiff nipples and she sobbed, shudders of electricity darting through her.  The dark towers ached, burning with hard excitement.  She writhed in delighted torment as his hands slid down, brushing the firmness of her fluttering belly, stroking her pelvic ridges.  His fingers dipped into her panties and she shuddered wantonly, keening blissfully as he stroked her petals and pressed the nubbin of her clitoris.

Her eyes closed in pleasure as he inserted a fingertip gently and her hips spasmed, impaling her channel more deeply.  Ron grinned and lowered his mouth to her nipples, sucking and licking, and she thought she'd die of pleasure!  He ripped out the side panel of her panties, the expensive silk less than nothing to them both.  They fell open, hanging from her left hip, and he knelt to nuzzle her syrupy folds, kissing, licking.  She threw back her head, jerking uncontrollably in pleasure.

He stood to remove his clothing.  She watched hungrily, the ache in her shoulders worse, burning deep to touch the upsurge of her lust.  His muscular body was a beautifully tanned giant beside her creamy softness.  She moaned in fear and anticipation at the lordly length of his massive cock.  It was huge!  And how she wanted it!

Ron meant to give it to her.  She felt a renewed spurt of fear sweat as he pulled on the rope.  She groaned deeply, pain momentarily swamping pleasure, as he hoisted her higher.  Her feet left the floor and she swayed from her wrists, spinning slowly, writhing from her burning shoulders, but she understood.  She was too short to fuck with her feet on the floor.  She thought about asking down, but rejected the thought instantly.  He came to her quickly, turning her to face him.  He gripped her hips, raising her, and some of the weight left her arms.  Then he pressed against her, his cock sliding gently into her throbbing opening.

Bobbi moaned at her sensations!  She could no longer separate pain and pleasure, they were too thoroughly mingled.  Every sensation burned with unnatural intensity!  She'd never been so sensitive!  She whimpered and pushed towards him as he stretched and opened her, sliding deeper into her slippery, eager depths.  Ron released her hips and she hung, her weight pressing his cock against her burning clitoris.  She sobbed with pain and need, humping helplessly.  He grinned and pushed her away, one hand in the small of her delicate back.  Her full weight hung from the ceiling, the rope creaking, as he swung her back and forth.  Every forward swing took his hot erection a little deeper into her demanding core.

Bobbi drifted in a world of passionate pain.  She was his toy, his plaything.  He could do whatever he wished.  He was using her for his pleasure, yet he pleasured her simultaneously!  She was a possession, a sex object, but so was he.  It cut both ways.  If he wanted her enough to bind her, capture her, then she must be precious to him indeed!  She writhed, gripped by passions she'd never imagined, feeling her belly smolder with the beautiful, terrifying fire blazing in her womb!

He moved her faster, faster and harder.  Her hands were numb and cold, her wrists burned in circles of stinging hemp, her shoulders screamed in pain, but that was nothing compared to the fire of their joined bodies.  She moaned and squealed, squeezing him, massaging him, gripping with the hot, wet velvet of her flesh.  Nothing existed but their pleasure.

He twitched in her imprisoning depths.  Bobbi laughed dreamily in her mind.  She was his prisoner, but he was imprisoned within her, so who was the captive?  Her own fires roared in response, and he adjusted their speed, driving deeper.  He sensed her mounting passion and wanted their pleasure to mingle.  God, he was wonderful!  Wonderful!

She sparked.  Her body arched, writhing from side to side below her roped wrists.  She bucked, eyes bulging, and he rode with her.  Orgasm roared, a jagged mountain summit spitting fire to the clouds!  Burst after burst flashed like lightning, and her muscles slammed tight about him.  She heard him groan, and then his seed flooded her like fire, scorching her, searing her with unendurable pleasure!  She keened triumphantly, riding the lightning of lust like a goddess, and he answered her cry for cry, thrust for thrust!

The explosions faded like distant thunder and Bobbi sighed.  Her body crawled with pain from her suspension, but it was good pain, loving pain.  She stared at him tenderly above the gag, and he licked her forehead delicately.

"Was it good?" he whispered, and she nodded.  "Want more?" She nodded.  "Then it's time for me to really master you, love," he whispered.

Her eyes widened.  If he hadn't mastered her, what came next?  Her gaze followed him to the closet, and she whined in protest as he returned with a long, flexible rod.  He bent it like a fencing master and his eyes, deeply tender and demanding, burned her.

"If you don't want it, tell me," he said, brushing her thighs with the leather-cased spring steel.  "But please, Bobbi, try it first!"

Bobbi shivered.  Suddenly she was all too aware of her present pain and the thought of more terrified her.  But what they'd already done had been so good!  Surely, she could try a little more.  She nodded softly.

Ron kissed her fluttering navel gently, his tongue darting.  Then he moved behind her.  Bobbi's hands fisted and her toes curled, her firm, silken ass quivering in fearful anticipation.  She'd never been beaten in her life!

The rod hissed.  Bobbi spasmed, bucking, her whine rising shockingly in her own ears as white fire scorched her.  She wailed as her proud ass welted, yet he had not hit her very hard.  She writhed, and he slashed her again, crossing the welts.  She screamed in her nose, writhing in pain, and he stopped, kissing the hollow of her spine while she shuddered helplessly.  But the next lash laid fire on the same spot and she screamed helplessly, kicking madly.  Her body spun in a slow circle but he wouldn't let her down, lashing whatever part her swaying struggles presented.

Bobbi screamed and fought.  She forgot the signal to stop, yet she wouldn't have used it if she'd remembered.  Her soul flamed under the new stimulus.  It was pain, sheer, unadulterated pain, yet she craved it as much as she craved the pleasure!  Her brain rocked as she intuitively grasped the answer.  The pain, the beating, demonstrated his complete mastery.  There could be no question who owned who, and that underscored the helplessness which had so inflamed her before!

Firm flesh bounced, satin skin welting and puffing, as the demon lover of the rod kissed her again and again.  She felt something stir within her, deep and hidden.  My God, she thought wildly, I'm coming again!  Coming because of pain!  And she was.  She convulsed madly, writhing from side to side, accepting the pain in the core of her being, spasming in mad orgasm.  Ron recognized it at once, and he dropped the whip.  He grabbed her from behind, imprisoning her thrashing body.  His thumbs dipped into her crevice, opening her ass, and she screamed in the gag as she realized what he wanted.

He slammed into her asshole and she shrieked in pain.  She'd never been used there!  It was too small an opening!  He'd kill her!  White hot pain consumed her.  She squealed at the sensation, her skin writhing and jerking, but she was helpless and he drove deep, deep, reaching into her bowels.

And, unbelievably, even that exploded in her as passion!  Her eyes stared in disbelief as she recognized the renewed rumbles of orgasm.  It wasn't possible!  Not so soon!  But it happened.  She exploded afresh, howling through the gag in sheer pleasure, the pain banished, while his scalding sperm baptized her bowels.

Later, much later, he took her down.  She was weak and shaken, throbbing in every muscle and joint, but not once had she asked him to stop.  She would never ask him to stop.  He had conquered her, showing her things she had never suspected about herself, doing unmentionable things to her, and making her love them.  She was his, for he was the victor, and to the victor belonged the spoils.

Yet, Bobbi was well content as she curled beside him, her head cradled on his powerful chest.  He made her feel small and weak, female and owned, and he could possess her as long as he wished.  But that was all right, because she had conquered him as well.  She had met his needs with her own, matched her wants to his.  They were both victors and their spoils were one another.