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Pics by Jace, April
Fantasy during bondage sex May 12 On Wednesday, May 11, Chaz came over for the evening. We lolled about in bed for a long while in our undies, talking, cuddling, enjoying our quality time. He asked me what I’d like to do and I said I wanted to try partial suspension. We put pillows on the floor by one corner post of my bed. I lay down and Chaz wrapped and cinched my ankles and over-knees with the blue cloth strips. Then he strung them up to the corner post so that my rear was slightly off the ground. Also a piece went around my waist and anchored to the over-knee cloth. This whole set-up was by my descriptions to Chaz. When he’d tied my wrists together with a bit of rope, he got out his automatic camera and took four pictures of me. (Boy do I hate getting those immediate pictures; right away they show me I’m not as pretty in bondage as I feel.) But already my feet were feeling funny so we had to take my legs down and start over. The second time, we wrapped my ankles with two whole strips, then cinched with one. The rest we tied pretty much the same. This distributed the tension on my ankles better. Chaz put on a rubber and got right down to business. (When he was putting it on I made a joke about him wrapping his present now that I was all wrapped. We giggled about "dick bondage.") He lay down next to me and pushed his way in. With my legs up it felt really good; it's too bad the cloth had slipped a little and my ass wasn’t quite in the air any more. But as he pushed into me I ran recent fantasies through my head. The specific one I repeated was a scenario as follows: |
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Enom comes over to visit me in my California apartment. We’re kidding around and we decide she'll tie me up for fun. (This is not unthinkable -- Enom does like to be silly.) She ties me while I’m in a blouse, skirt, and my black high heels. Knock-knock! Eric stops by to drop off/pick up some negatives -- he was in the neighborhood. Enom laughingly allows him in though I protest in embarrassment. He is amused and he and Enom pick on me a little. Eric says "this is a good tie but it lacks the basic element" and he removes my shoes, which sends Enom into gales of laughter. Lo and behold it’s time for Enom to drive home so she gives Eric a wink, gathers up her purse and says goodbye to me! I’m left alone with him. I begin to complain and request that he untie me. He’s enjoying the game and refuses to do so. In fact he decides my complaining must be cut short so he grabs a strip of cloth and bunches it up. I’m mortified and I wriggle futilely as he grabs hold of me and tries to steady my head. I toss about but he gets a reasonable grip on my torso and traps my head to one side. A bit of pressure on the jaw right in front of the ear, and my mouth opens involuntarily; he forces the wad in: It's way too big and yet he keeps bunching it in -- he can't get all of it in. He has another strip of cloth handy and he ties that around my head and lodges the gag in place. I’m mewing, begging the game to end, but by this time he’s carried away. He finds my camera and loads it, then he arranges my lamps and takes photographs. During this part I’m more relaxed; playing the game comes more easily when it is for photos, and he isn’t touching me. He runs out of film and turns off the lamps. I look at him uncertainly, the fear returning to my eyes. He’s sweating and he removes his shirt, a move which I find terrifying; he never takes off his shirt! He can see my fear and he’s increasingly excited as I become the actual helpless shoeless girl he imagines in his stories. He realizes the gag must be a problem by now and he kneels to remove it. I’m relieved when it’s taken out; he wipes my mouth of stray saliva. I’m lulled and hoping the game is over and he’ll untie me; I can't bear this much longer and I'm still afraid he'll discover that I don't wear underwear when I wear a skirt! But he’s not burnt out. He grabs fresh cloth and pins me again. I can't believe it! I yell at him but that only makes it easier this time to cram the gag in. Once again he anchors it with a second cloth and I am muted. I should have said something when he ungagged me! I can feel his torso and his sweat and I'm wishing he would put his shirt back on. He keeps me in his arms without moving, as though considering. I look up at him wide-eyed, which is a mistake. He begins to arrange his doll as though arranging flowers -- he pulls the shirt open slightly; pulls up the skirt to above the knee-ropes. No point in stopping. He drags the shirt off one shoulder and then off the other, unbuttoning the shirt halfway. I’m struggling and crying out into the cloth, which incites him, he can see my feet clenching in fright. With my feet in the air against his shoulder, he presses himself to me. He’s kneeling, I’m lying on my back, my legs in his arms. The mass of hair on his chest rubs against my bare legs; my thighs are pressed against his jeans. He touches my feet, enjoying them, I fight and cringe, he enjoys my resistance. Now he notices that the skirt has fallen up to the waist and there’s no underwear -- bare feet, bare legs, up to the hips all is naked. I’m trying to kick so he grips my legs against his body, he’s feeling the feet graze his ear, feeling my warm hip with one large hand.
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