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Hi,



I have been downloading stuff from Usenet for some time and haven't

really been putting an awful lot back so I decided it was time to

repost the stuff I have.



There are a number of reasons for this. Firstly it is for those who

have only started using Usenet since the stories I have were

originally posted, secondly for those who may simply have missed them

first time round and lastly my contribution to fighting the ever

increasing spam which now saturates all of the sex newsgroups.



The vast majority of the stories I post will be plain bondage

orientated with a few subfem & femdom ones thrown in. Anything a

little stronger in terms of s&m isn't really my scene so there won't

be much like that. Also please note I am NOT the author of any of the

stories so the copyright notices of ALL of the original authors still

apply.



I hope you enjoy whatever I do post.



Bye for now. 



Anakha

*************************************************************************************

STANDARD DISCLAIMER.  If you are under 18 or you don't like

bondage

mixed in with the love life of a married couple, read no further. 

I have no desire to force anything upon another that they would

find objectionable; but, having said this, it is now your choice.





                      AMANDA'S DIARY, PART I







The following are excerpts from the diary of a young woman.  The

more mundane items have not been repeated in these excerpts.  The

parts that are repeated ought to make for interesting reading.



At the time of this diary, Amanda is somewhere between 22 and 24,

single and never been married, a college graduate in business,

employed and self-supporting, living alone.



                  .............................



2/10:     Dear Diary,  More than the usual to report tonite. 

Last

nite, I slept with Neil.  It was simply great sex.  He made me

cum

three times before he came.  After we rested, he ate me and I had

two more cums.  It makes me wet now, just thinking about what he

did with my clit.  I sucked him, and I even enjoyed that.  And he

knows how to love too: he cuddled me for hours.  I really like

him

a lot.  He just might be the one.  Work was great today.  No, I

mean, it was great even if I hadn't been in such a great mood.  I

got a promotion and a raise.  Contrary to the previous promotion,

this one was totally unexpected.  I thought it would be at least

nine months or so before I could think about another promotion. 

Treated myself to a steak and martinis.  I just finished my

shower

and now I think I'll use my vibrator.  Goodnight.



                     .......................



2/16:     Stayed all nite with Neil.  Lots of fucking, sucking

and

licking and everything.  I'd have thought I'd be stiff and sore

for

sure but I just feel good......Found some of his girlie

magazines. 

No problem...a few of the girls with the impossibly big tits and

slims hips...but there were a few different: girls all tied with

ropes and chains...I wonder............



                  .............................



2/19:     Neil out of town.  Saw a couple magazines like he has

at

newsstand in a rack labeled "Bondage."  When got home, looked up

bondage in dictionary...........means captivity....



                   ............................



2/20:     Dentist tonite.....Neil just called - home tomorrow

nite. 

Dinner and ?????.....Asked Phyllis if she ever heard of bondage. 

She wanted know why I asked, said I really wouldn't like

it.....Now

more confused than ever.



                  ..............................



2/22:     ...miss Neil...at the last moment, had to continue his

trip....won't be back for two more days....hurrah: found out what

bondage means.  Phyllis finally broke down and suggested I buy

Alex

Comfort's Joy of Sex. Read it cover to cover, got me very wet in

some places.  I thought I knew a lot about sex, but there's much

in

there I think I'd like to try.  I just never thought about sex in

the ass.  It might hurt, but who knows....but the bondage - gee,

being tied up for sex.  I wonder what that would be

like....wonder

hell, I know I'll be finding out soon for Neil has those

magazines

for some reason...could be kind of fun...wonder if he's into the

spanking too?  I guess I need to ask myself am I into pain?????



                     .......................



2/23:     Thought about bondage all day today, so on the way home

from work, I bought some rope.  Then, after a nice bath, I got

out

my bra, panty and garter belt set, and put them on.  Then, I put

on

my highest heels and sat on the bed.  First, I tied my ankles

together.  I don't think I did it right because they were sort of

lose.  But I got the idea of what it felt like not to be able to

move one leg without the other.  So I untied them.  Then I tied

my

legs at the knees and again at the ankles.  This felt more

secure. 

I didn't have any idea of how to do my arms but then I looped a

long piece over my shoulders and let it drop down my arms, and I

tied it in front.  Thinking I was on the right track, I did that

again.  That was pretty good, but my hands were still free.  I

made

several small loops and put my wrists in them and then used my

teeth to pull the loops tight.  The tightness didn't last long,

but

I got the idea.  Wonder what Neil would think if I asked him to

bind me.



                 ...............................



2/25:     Well, diary, I got tied up last nite -- or rather, tied

down.  Met Neil at the airport.  I was so wet with anticipation,

after he kissed me, he said "whew" and opened the window.  I

wasn't

even embarrassed because he was right.  We arrived at his place

at

10:21 and his cock was in me by 10:23.  That was a quickie, but

there was more.  I sucked his cock as he ate my cunt.  Then, as

we

laid there, smoking a cigarette, I asked him if wanted to put me

in

bondage.  There was long pause as he choked on his smoke, but

then

he asked me how I knew he had wanted to do it.  I told him I had

noticed his magazines and I had checked around to see what it was

all about.  Then, nite before last, I had tried it on myself a

little to see what it was like.  I admitted I didn't have much of

an idea, but if he went slowly, I wanted to learn.  Well, I spent

the next hour with my wrists and ankles tied to all four corners

of

the bed.  Neil then put a pillow under my ass and then he finger

fucked me.  Wild.  I like this bondage stuff.  We decided to stop

then as we both had to work tomorrow.  I didn't even shower, and

I

thrilled with the sight of the rope rings on my wrists.



            .........................................







2/28:     It's now been a few days since my first time in love

bondage. (Love bondage is when you do for love, and maybe have

sex.) .....I like it.  Being fucked while unable to twist or turn

is an altogether different experience....In ordinary sex, there

are

times when I feel warm and feel good, I move around, but I'm not

exactly in a huge sweat when it's over.  There are other times

when

I'm especially aroused, and I'm all over the bed. And when it's

over, I'm just pouring sweat; in fact, sometimes the day after my

joints are sore.  Being unable to move, and wanting to move, is

just.....well, it's super.  Neil has said he wants to talk about

our future.  I wonder what that means.  I don't think he's going

to

ask me to marry him or even move in with him.  But I also don't

think he wants to end it.  Will see tomorrow nite.



          .............................................



3/2:      Wow.  Neil and I had our discussion.  First he asked me

my reaction to my bondage.  I told him I enjoyed it and I was

looking forward to more of it.  He then asked me how far I

thought

I could go.  When I said I didn't understand, he asked me if I

just

wanted to play at bondage with some simple tieing like we did the

other nite, or if I wanted to do something more serious.  I told

him that since I really didn't have a good idea of where bondage

could lead, it was not possible for me to give a definitive

answer. 

I could see that disappointed him; but, when I added that I

wanted

to try more, he brightened.  We agreed to give it a try.  He'll

go

slowly with me and I agreed that no matter what happens I won't

get

angry with him.  At first, I pooh-poohed his caution but he

insisted that it might get to be a little heavy for me, so I

agreed

that I would not get angry.  As I sit here, my overnight case is

by

the door.  I'm wearing a T-shirt with a bra and levis with no

panties.  On my feet are new boots Neil asked me to buy.  He said

I should buy them for myself, rather than have him buy them, so

that I'd have a commitment.  They are Timberland hiking boots. 

I've never worn anything like them.  We are going away for a long

weekend during which time I'll be in bondage much of the time.



                 ...............................



3/7: Relating the events of my weekend in bondage with Neil may

take several pages.



I guess I should first relate my feelings.  Naturally, having

been

seriously tied only once, and that spread-eagled on a bed, my

experience with bondage was that of a total novice.  My

anticipation was that of a child about to see or do something new

that I thought I might like.  I now have a totally different view

of bondage.  My experience grew by an Nth factor this weekend.  I

will admit that not everything that Neil did to me would I

voluntarily ask him to do to me again, but those few things I

would

try to endure if he asked me to.  But most of what was done to

me,

I want to do again and again.  I also learned that bondage can

exist by itself without a direct sexual connection.  Thus, my

feelings are totally positive.  I like bondage.  I enjoy being

tied

up.  I want to do it lots more.



My satisfaction was the greatest.  I found that I could maintain

the high of a continuing climax for a much longer and a growing

period of time.  My capacity for pleasure has been much

increased.



I found that my pain threshold is higher than I would have

dreamed. 

I'm sort of ambivalent about this, and will have to think

carefully

what I might want to do about this.



When Neil called for me, he told me to turn around.  He quickly

placed handcuffs on my wrists.  Realizing what he had done, I

said

I guess the weekend has begun, and Neil smiled.  Then, holding my

left arm with his right hand, he picked up my overnight bag. 

After

we passed through the door, he pulled it closed and we walked to

his car.  We only met one person and, since that person was

walking

towards us, she didn't notice my cuffed wrists.  I wasn't at all

worried, it was sort of kicky.  When we got to his car, he helped

me in.  He allowed me a half minute to shift in my seat to get

comfortable; then, he fastened my seat belt.  This would have

been

enough, but he then used a leather strap to bind my ankles.  I

sat

there totally bemused.  Without a word, he climbed into the car

beside me, started the motor and we drove off.



We drove along for a while before either of us spoke, and then he

asked if I was comfortable.  I asked how was I to answer, being

strapped into my seat, with my hands cuffed behind my back and

ankles bound together.  So he said, well, answer it all things

considered.  I grinned as I replied that all things considered,

things were great.



Neil had rented a cabin in the mountain community about two hours

away.  My arms had gone to sleep long before we got there.  He

left

me in the car while he registered, and then he drove us to the

most

remote cabin.  Again, he left me in the car while he unloaded the

trunk.  Finally, he came to me, removed the ankle straps and

unlocked the seat belt.  He helped me out of the car and I didn't

even think to ask him to remove the handcuffs.



Inside, he had me sit.  Then, he took up some handcuffs with a

much

larger chain (I later learned these were leg irons or fetters)

and

locked the cuffs on my ankles.  Next, he removed my handcuffs. 

He

helped me flex my arms.  There were red marks on my wrists, but

nothing serious.  He told me to take off my t-shirt and bra,

which

I did.  He then put the handcuffs back on me, but in front this

time.  I hardly noticed them.  He then unlocked the leg irons and

told me to remove my levis but to leave the boots on.  I tried to

pull the levis over the boots, but I couldn't so he told me it

would be okay to pull off my boots but I had to put them back on. 

Finally, I was standing, nude but for my timberlands and

handcuffs.



"How do you feel?" he asked.



"Sort of funny," I admitted.  "I've never been dressed quite this

way before."



"Bother you?" he asked.



Shaking my head, I said, "Not really.  It just takes some getting

used to.  Would you tell me something?"



"Sure."



"Well, before you unlocked my handcuffs, you locked those leg

irons

on me; and then before you took the leg irons off, you put the

handcuffs back on.  Is that supposed to tell me something?"



With a grin, he nodded, "Very sharp.  Yes, that should tell you

that you will be locked in some way for the whole weekend.  Think

you can handle that?"



"Well, I guess I'll have to, won't I?"



Very quickly he was at my side, saying very loudly, "Absolutely

not.  You MUST understand that you can end this at any moment. 

If

you don't know that, I won't go on."



Subdued, I replied, "I'm sorry Neil.  Yes, I do know I can end

this

at any moment.  All I was trying to do was to get into this new

persona of a person always locked someway.  Don't be angry with

me."



With great concern and tenderness, he wrapped his arms around me

and hugged me close.  I was reassured, and then because my

handcuffed wrists were in front, I began to massage his crotch. 

For a moment, he did nothing, but then he dropped his right hand

and swatted me on the ass.  I said ouch, and giggled.  He was

laughing as he stepped back.



"Okay, Amanda," he said, "it's time for you to be restrained." 

He

led me to a large post off to the side of the room.  It stood

floor

to ceiling.  Positioning me with my back to the post, he knelt

down

and secured the leg irons so that I couldn't move away.  Then he

unlocked my handcuffs.  Very quickly, he had my hands tied behind

the post.  Ropes went above and below my boobs to hold me to the

post.  Another rope tied my belly to the post.  He then unlocked

the leg irons and tied my ankles and my thighs to the post.



"How's that?" he asked.



I couldn't even wiggle.  Giggling, I answered, "I feel like I'm

part of this post.  What sort of bondage do you call this?"



"Well, if we were into whipping, this would be an ideal position

to

do your front.  But it can also be a restful position."



Choosing to ignore the first part for the moment, I said,

"Restful?"



He nodded, "Yes, if you just give yourself over to the ropes,

you'll find you can relax and the ropes will support you with

only

a minimum of discomfort.  After you get used to it, you might

even

sleep."



"Ha," I said, "are you serious?  How can I sleep like this?"



Shaking his head, he answered, "That's up to you.  You've got

several hours to find out."  With that, he turned on his heel,

picked up a book and walked out of the cabin.  I was shocked. 

This

was a side of bondage I didn't know about.  I thought that I

would

have constant attention paid to me; here I was by myself with

nothing to do.  I had serious doubts about resting.



Inevitably, I began to think about the first use of this position

that Neil had described: having my front whipped.  Did people

really whip for pleasure?  How could I stand it?  I had to admit

that if I was to be whipped, being tied like I was would

certainly

prevent me from escaping.  But I also knew that Neil wouldn't do

something like that unless I was agreeable.  How could I ever get

to the position of wanting to be whipped?  And then it occurred

to

me, my tits were on my front!  That meant my tits might be

whipped

if I was whipped on the front.  Ridiculous.  And then I was

astounded to discover that I was aroused.  I tried to shift a

bit,

and a powerful cum hit me.  Tied as I was, I couldn't even

twitch. 

I marveled how my sexuality had been awakened by Neil and

bondage. 

Before, I enjoyed sex; now, I seemed to have become an hedonist. 

I was pondering that when I heard Neil's voice from far away.  At

first, I thought he must be outside but then I was startled: he

was

right in front of me: I HAD fallen asleep!



"Have a nice nap Amanda?" he was asking with a smile.



I blushed, and then replied, "I honestly didn't think it could

happen.  Does that mean I was bored by your bondage?"



Wrinkling his nose, he said, "By the smell of you, I don't think

you were bored."



I was really perturbed, and then I laughed, saying, "Neil, the

way

I'm taking to this bondage, it sort of scares me."



"Why's that?" he asked.



"Well, what happens if sex and bondage get locked together in my

mind?"



"What's wrong with that?" he asked.



I started to sputter, and then I laughed, "Yes, what indeed is

wrong with that?  How much longer do I stay here?"



"As long as you want," he answered.  "You've been there a couple

hours now.  We could stop for a rest and have a meal."



"Okay, put the leg irons on me and I'll fix us a meal."



"You really do adapt quickly, Amanda," he said as he bent to

untie

my ankles.  When he was done, he did indeed lock the leg irons on

my ankles.  Then, very quickly, he untied the rest of me from the

post.  I immediately embraced him and kissed him hard.



Whacking me on my ass, he said, "Get to the kitchen.  We need our

food."



That nite, I was fucked with the leg irons on my ankles.  It was

a

different feeling, not being able to lock my ankles on his back,

but the fact that I was manacled added a new dimension to being

fucked.



The next morning, Neil put a portable pillory like device on me. 

It consisted of a very light, but strong, aluminum pole fixed to

a

neck collar.  Naturally, the collar was leather and it had a

padlock to secure it.  It was largish too, which meant I couldn't

freely move my head, there was movement but not total.  At each

end, a leather cuff was rigidly secured to the poll and these he

secured to my wrists.  The ever-present padlocks secured them. 

Then he removed the leg irons.



"There," he said, "we can go for a walk."



I was dumbfounded.  I knew we were isolated, but I never thought

we'd go out with me bound, and naked.  He stared hard at me.  I

was

torn by indecision.  He helped me by opening the door, and

standing

to the side.  So, I turned sideways, to get my outstretched arms

out the door, and we went for a walk.  It wasn't a very long

walk,

but I was terrified the whole time that someone would come. 

Every

sound, every falling twig in the woods, sent a shiver through me. 

I don't think I heard a single bird or saw a flower.  Although it

was a warm day, I had goose bumps all over my body.  After ten

minutes, we turned back, and I tried to walk faster, but he

slowed

me down.  I know I was just like a riding pony who knew we had

turned back towards the barn.









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Subject: Best Of The Net: REPOST - Amanda 2/3

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Hi,



I have been downloading stuff from Usenet for some time and haven't

really been putting an awful lot back so I decided it was time to

repost the stuff I have.



There are a number of reasons for this. Firstly it is for those who

have only started using Usenet since the stories I have were

originally posted, secondly for those who may simply have missed them

first time round and lastly my contribution to fighting the ever

increasing spam which now saturates all of the sex newsgroups.



The vast majority of the stories I post will be plain bondage

orientated with a few subfem & femdom ones thrown in. Anything a

little stronger in terms of s&m isn't really my scene so there won't

be much like that. Also please note I am NOT the author of any of the

stories so the copyright notices of ALL of the original authors still

apply.



I hope you enjoy whatever I do post.



Bye for now. 



Anakha

*************************************************************************************

STANDARD DISCLAIMER.  If you are under 18 or you don't like

bondage

mixed in with the love life of a married couple, read no further. 

I have no desire to force anything upon another that they would

find objectionable; but, having said this, it is now your choice.



                              Part 2





When at last we returned to the cabin, he came up to me and

kissed me.  Then he said, "Amanda, you were too slow in leaving. 

I want to give you a reminder so you won't hesitate in the

future.  Is that okay with you?"



I was pleased that we were holding to our intention that all that

was done to me would only be done with my okay, but I asked,

"What will the reminder be?"



He laughed, "I'm upholding the deal of asking, but the deal

doesn't require that I tell you the precise details."



Shrugging, I replied, "Well, I've been able to handle what you've

dished out so far, so okay, I agree that you may give me a

reminder so I won't hesitate in the future."



He sat me down, still secure in my portable pillory, and went to

a suitcase.  When he returned, I couldn't quite make out what he

was holding, and then I sort of got an idea, and I became

worried.  I wasn't sure I could handle them.  Very quickly, he

held them out: they were nipple clamps.  He massaged my tits to

get the nipples to stand up, and then he put a clamp on one

nipple.  It bit like fire.  It took my breath away.  I was about

to beg him to take it off, when he put the other on my other

nipple.  This doubled the outrage.  I did my best to contain my

very strong desire to beg him to take them off.  The hurt

intensified, but I found that I could cope.  I held on for a few

minutes, and then the bite subsided to a dull burning sensation. 

I could handle them.  I felt very proud of myself.  I looked down

to see what was biting on my nipples.



Neil laughed when he saw me look down.  He knew I had overcome

the desire to ask him to take them off.  "Here," he said, "let's

go to the mirror so you can get a better look."



I was enthralled.  I felt so proud.  I smiled at him and nodded.



"You like?" he asked.



I nodded, adding, "Oh, Neil.  They hurt so bad at first.  I guess

it was the fear.  Now, I can handle them.  And I know my pussy is

wet."  And then I astonished myself: "Let's walk again."



This time he was startled.  "With the clamps on your tits?" he

asked.



I nodded vigorously.  "I want to see how they feel as I walk."



So we walked again.  This time, we walked slowly.  I heard the

birds singing and I saw the thousands of flowers.  I heard twigs

fall in the woods, but that instigated no fear.  I just felt

wonderful.  I don't know if we walked a longer distance, but I do

remember that when we did turn for home, I asked Neil to kiss me. 

It was sort of awkward due to my outstretched arms, but I was

content.



When we finally returned from our walk, Neil again locked the leg

irons on me, and then he removed everything else, including the

nipple clamps.  I did yelp when he removed them and the blood was

allowed to flow freely again.  Neil said I could sit and he

prepared lunch.  After lunch, we had a nice nap.



When we awoke from our nap, Neil gave me leather cuffs to put on

my wrists.  Teasingly, I asked, "What is this?  Do it yourself

bondage?"



He chuckled as he replied, "Well, it's always a good idea to be

prepared.  What with my traveling, you might want to secure

yourself sometime."



That jolted me, and then I nodded.  Carefully, I threaded the

cuffs on first one wrist and then the other.  They locked neatly. 

When that was done, Neil used other straps to draw the cuffs to

either corner of the bed.  Quickly, I understood that I was to be

spread eagled again -- I wondered if that also meant I would be

eaten that way again.  I was, after Neil removed the leg irons,

attached cuffs to each ankle and secured my legs.  The pillow

under my ass cheeks lifted my cunt and there I laid, open, wet

and ready.  He wasn't long in bringing his educated tongue to my

twat.  He teased me by laving first one side of my labia, and

then the other, never coming close to my clit at all.  And then

he did -- and  -- boom.  Off I went like a firecracker.  When I'd

settled down, I expected him to reverse himself so I could suck

him.  Instead, he continued to eat me.  This surprised me.  At

first, his licking my sensitive flesh irritated, but then I began

to get warm again.  The cum this time was a lot longer coming,

but it was terrific.  I fought my bonds, and twisted and turned. 

I also moaned a lot, something I rarely do when I cum.



At last, he had pity on me.  He left me a worn out wreck on the

bed, a sexually satisfied wreck, but still a wreck.  I must have

dozed off, because suddenly I heard Neil calling me to wake up. 

I rolled over in a dream-like trance, but something was troubling

me.  Then it hit me, I wasn't secured in any way.  Both my ankles

and wrists were fetter free.  I sat up with a start.



"Hi, sleepy head," Neil said.  "How was your nap?"



Without answering either question, I asked, "Where are my bonds? 

I thought I was going to be secured in some way the entire time

we were here?"



With an amused laugh, Neil answered, "Do you miss your chains?"



Pausing ever so slightly, I replied, "Yes, yes I do."



He said nothing, but came to where I was sitting on bed and

captured my head between his hands, and he kissed me full on the

lips.  Then, releasing me, he said, "I freed you because we are

going out to dinner tonite.  It's a small place nearby, but any

chains or ties would stand out like a sore thumb.  But you'll not

be entirely free.



It was astonishing how naked I felt.  I'd grown so used to being

bound that now I felt, just, just plain bare.  Sensing my

consternation, Neil asked if I'd ever been fucked in the ass.  I

was so jolted by that question that I was stunned.  I did see

that

he expected an answer so I told him I had been fucked twice there

but I didn't care for it, and then I asked him why he asked.



He handed me a mass of leather straps and buckles, which he

explained was a chastity belt.  I blinked and then grinned, and

he

asked why the grin. 'First, you talk about fucking my ass and

then

you give me a chastity belt.  Make up your mind,' I said.  He

laughed, and then said that this belt was more fun than

preventive. 

Sensing my confusion, he added that instead of just covering over

my holes to prevent entry, this one had plugs for each hole.  He

added that he had asked about my ass because an inexperienced

ass-hole (I swear, those were his exact words) might not

appreciate the

intrusion.  By now, I was laughing so hard, the tears were

streaming down my face.  At first, Neil was non-pulsed, but then

he

realized what he said, and he too laughed.



Finally, when we'd calmed down, I said I was willing to educate

my

ass-hole, and we began laughing all over again.  Neil managed to

gasp that perhaps I might want to try the butt plug a while

before

we left, and if it was too much, I could remove it.



Agreeing, Neil then instructed me on the insertion of the plugs. 

I wondered why he didn't put them in me and he said it would be

better if I did them myself the first few times.  I would

naturally

fear them at first and I was the best gauge of how much pressure

I

could handle.



So, greasing my cunt and ass-hole with the K-Y jelly he gave me,

I

began to ease the cunt plug in.  Neil suggested the ass one

should

be the first since the ass-hole was less pliable.  So, I put the

head of the plug at the entrance of my anal track and began to

push.  I grunted a lot but nothing.  Perplexed, I looked at Neil,

who had been eyeing me carefully.  He suggested that I bear down

as

if I wanted to shit.  Somewhat dubiously, I did so, and I felt

the

head of the plug slip in a little.  Getting the idea, when I bore

down, I pushed up the plug.  Again, it entered a ways, but still

not enough.  Three more times, I bore down and pushed up at the

same time.  And then I hit on the idea of flexing my knees too,

and

the plug slid in.  Curiously, once the head was in me, the shaft

slid in easily.  There was a flat piece at the base which

prevented

the plug going in too far.  Shrugging, I took the larger plug and

put it at the door of my cunt.  Somewhat shamelessly, I rubbed

the

head around a bit before I began to push it in.  This went in

easier.



'Ok,' I said, 'I'm plugged.  Now, what?'



Neil quickly fitted the leather straps around my waist and up

through my crotch.  With three tiny padlocks, he had me secured

with the plugs in me.  He then said I should walk around and sit

and do regular things.  After several steps, I was convinced I

could not wear this thing.  It didn't hurt, but it kept my mind

continually on my cunt and ass, and I knew I'd have several cums. 

When I told Neil that, he said, that's exactly what was supposed

to

happen.



I wore that belt to a local restaurant that nite.  Neil let me

take

it off to pee and shit before we left, but it all went back on

right afterwards.  Besides that, I wore just my t-shirt, my levis

and my timberlands.  Neil was dressed the same, except no plugs. 

One other thing was that the belt straps were outlined under my

tight levis.  I didn't say anything, counting on the darkness and

shadows to give me some protection, but Neil remarked about the

straps.



Dinner was incredible.  I just managed to get seated before a cum

came over me.  I held tightly to the table to contain my sounds,

but my breathing was roaring in my ears and I was sure I could be

heard by those near us.  Neil merely sat across from me with a

slight grin.  After that first cum, I just went with them.  Neil

even made me dance with him.



That nite, I was really fucked in the ass, and I loved it.  It's

amazing how enjoyable it was, especially after the two previous,

very painful attempts.



The next day, my cunt and ass were somewhat tender.  Neil this

time

was very solicitous -- which I remarked about.  He said that he

enjoyed giving me pain, but that pain had to lead to sex; and

wear

and tear pain would not lead to sex, so it was in his best

interest

to get me back into shape.  That's what he said, but I know

better:

he was genuinely concerned about me.





                                 



I had awakened before Neil.  For several moments, I just laid

there, content and very happy.  He slept on his side with his

bottom arm thrown out and his top arm bent at the elbow.  His

hair

was all a mess and the stubble of his beard was just visible.  I

thought about the changes this man had introduced into my life,

and

I felt deep affection.  Suddenly, it occurred to me that here I

was

again with no bonds, and I hit on the idea of preparing myself

for

him.



Very carefully, I slid out of bed so as to not wake him.  As I

moved my pelvis, I noticed I was sort of sore, and I smiled about

that.  And then, when I stood up, I noticed I was also sort of

stiff, and that too amused me.



First to the john, where I peed and brushed my teeth.



Then, I headed for the living area.  I knew that me in my

timberlands was important to him, so I pulled the heavy boots on

and laced them snugly.  That done, I stood and walked a few steps

to make sure the boots were comfortably laced -- I recalled the

first time Neil had asked me to wear these clodhoppers.  I was

ready to rebel, but then I rationalized it wasn't all that big a

deal, so I did wear them.  Amazingly, I found them quite

comfortable, and was ready to wear them whenever Neil wished me

to

wear them.



Now, what next, I asked myself.  I began with leg irons.  These

restrained but did not immobilize.  I could get around, but not

very fast.  Next, I pulled out a ball gag, head-harness.  Opening

wide, I pushed the ball into my mouth.  I munched as best I

could,

and then worked my jaws a few times to try to seat the ball

comfortably (in this case, comfortably is a relative word).  When

I was satisfied it was as good as it was going to get, I began to

fasten the very many straps: under my chin, behind my head and

over

the top of my head.  Glancing in a mirror, I saw my face with

this

huge red ball in the mouth and black straps going around either

side of my nose and over the top of my head and around my head. 

I

giggled and felt proud of myself.



For reasons I can not even begin to guess at, even to this day, I

just touched my slit.  It was wet!  Discovering this, I was

nearly

paralysed.  Had I changed so much that putting on a heavy pair of

boots, leg irons and gagging myself had become a turn-on?  I

don't

know how long I remained immobile.  Maybe it was the especially

loud chirping of a bird, maybe it was Neil rustling in the bed,

maybe I just came to -- I don't know, but finally, I managed to

think again.  Determining to continue, I put the discovery aside,

assuring myself my slit had become wet before for seemingly

innocuous reasons.  



I found a small padlock, and hooked that to a slot at the back of

the gag.  Like the leg  irons, the gag wasn't going to come off

without a key.  The wrist manacles were ones I hadn't worn

before. 

They had a longer connecting chain and, what appeared to be, a

more

formidable cuff.  The keys were in them and I had to twist the

keys

to lock them.  Okay, I now had leg irons and manacles on ankles

and

wrists, and a gag in my mouth.  What else?



I found two metal hoops, one larger than the other, but both were

larger than wrist or ankle.  Picking up the smaller of the two, I

examined it.  It was padded at the edges and had the same sort of

lock as the leg irons.  I turned it over and wondered where it

could be worn....my neck!  Very carefully, I opened it and then

put

it about my neck.  I was right, it was a collar.  With no

hesitation, I closed it about my neck, and then twisted the key

and

removed it.  The other hoop was obviously a belt, and I quickly

discovered I was correct, and I locked it also.



But there had to be more.  I found several short lengths of chain

and several locks.  I had no idea of what went where, but very

soon, I had connected the chain between my leg irons with the

chain

between my wrist manacles.  Another chain connected my collar and

my manacle chain.  Two other chains connected my manacles to the

belt.  One last chain connected my collar in back with my leg

iron

chain.



This was a fairly formidable collection of restraints. I had

limited mobility of my arms but I could still walk about, barely. 

I was also pleasantly surprised about the weight.



Feeling very pleased with myself, I wanted to display my

restraints

to Neil; yet, I was also aware it might not be the best idea to

go

over and shake him awake.  And then I hit on it: breakfast.  I

moved as quietly to the kitchen as I could and put on the coffee,

and then began to fry bacon.



I was puttering along fairly well, having set the table, and had

just poured myself a cup of coffee, when I felt breath on the

back

of my neck, and then Neil's arms embraced me.  Or at least he

tried, saying, "That's some get up.  Turn around and let me look

at

you."



Smiling, I did so, and noticed his erection as I did.  He had

stepped back and whistled.  "You really did yourself up proud. 

Some of those, we hadn't tried yet.  What gave you the idea?"



I hmmmmmm'd.



"What, oh yeah, the gag.  Go ahead and take it off."



I hmmmmm'd again, and turned my head so he could see the lock. 

Neil left the room and returned with the tiny key and removed the

head-harness ball gag.



"Well," I said when I was able to speak, "whatever gave me the

idea, I see it was the right idea," inclining my head toward his

cock.



"Huh, oh, yeah.  Well, how WOULD you expect me to react when I

come

out to eat breakfast and find my girl all chained up?"



Well, anyway, we did manage to get to breakfast.



When we finished, I said, "How about a walk?"



"Like that?"



"Sure, why not?  It was my doing.  I'm sort of proud of it.  We

won't be able to walk too fast."



"Gagged?"



"Up to you," I said, "whether we talk to each other or you talk

to

me."



I was gagged.





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Hi,



I have been downloading stuff from Usenet for some time and haven't

really been putting an awful lot back so I decided it was time to

repost the stuff I have.



There are a number of reasons for this. Firstly it is for those who

have only started using Usenet since the stories I have were

originally posted, secondly for those who may simply have missed them

first time round and lastly my contribution to fighting the ever

increasing spam which now saturates all of the sex newsgroups.



The vast majority of the stories I post will be plain bondage

orientated with a few subfem & femdom ones thrown in. Anything a

little stronger in terms of s&m isn't really my scene so there won't

be much like that. Also please note I am NOT the author of any of the

stories so the copyright notices of ALL of the original authors still

apply.



I hope you enjoy whatever I do post.



Bye for now. 



Anakha

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STANDARD DISCLAIMER.  If you are under 18 or you don't like

bondage

mixed in with the love life of a married couple, read no further. 

I have no desire to force anything upon another that they would

find objectionable; but, having said this, it is now your choice.









                              Part 3





5/1:  Neil and I are going to the woods again.  I'll get some

out-door bondage.  I really like it.  It's altogether different. 

Of

course, it can't be as elaborate, but the thrill of being tied,

helpless, outdoors, is an added item.  Neil said this could be

our

last outdoors at the cabin because more and more people are

coming

up for the pleasant summer months and will be out and about. 

Seeing my disappointment, he said we might be able to use a

hunting

cabin of a friend's, but it was further away, so we'd be gone

longer than a weekend.



                    ..........................



5/3:  I tried something new last nite.  Neil tied my arms

together

behind my back and made my elbows touch.  When he suggested it, I

didn't think it could be done.  It sure did put a lot of strain

on

my shoulders but I managed without an excessive amount of stress. 

I was aghast when I saw myself in the mirror: my tits were like

ten

gallon buckets.  Neil laughed at my evaluation, and said on

another

occasion, he could tie them when they were like that.  He asked

detailed questions about my discomfort with my elbows tied, and I

only seriously complained about the rope burning as he tightened

the ropes.  He then said he would buy me a single glove, which

would do the same thing but without ropes.  He took several

measurements of me.  Tomorrow, we go to the woods again.



                 ................................



5/7:  This was a good trip.  I wore the same things on the way up

and was bound the same way.  Nothing very remarkable in this for

I

am frequently bound the same way in the car.



Since we left early on Friday, we got there before noon.  After

Neil checked us in, he came back to the car and released me,

saying

we could walk in the woods for a couple hours since no one else

was

due to check in for several hours.  I surmised that meant a nude

walk in the woods.  Having done it before, I wasn't worried; in

fact, there was a tingle in my clit.



As we unloaded the car, I noticed a log about six feet long. 

Neil

told me to carry it into the cabin.  I wasn't sure I could, but I

found it to be lighter than I had imagined.  Still, as I lugged

in,

I wondered what it was for.  



I found out very quickly.  Knowing the drill, I stripped down to

my

timberlands, and stood waiting for the portable pillory. 

Instead,

Neil picked up the log and put it on my shoulders, behind my

head. 

He told me to wrap my arms under and over it.  I tried, but it

wasn't too comfortable, so he suggested I wrap them over and

under

it.  This too was uncomfortable, but it was better.  He asked me

which I preferred and I said over and under.  Nodding, he picked

up

rope and quickly bound my arms to this log.  As he was doing it,

I

asked if I was going to be carrying this tree around on my back,

and he simply said yes.  When he didn't put the clips on my

nipples, I knew I was supposed to concentrate on the experience

of

carrying this log on my shoulders.



At the end of a half hour, it had become quite a burden.  Finally

I said to Neil I could no longer hear the birds.  He understood

and

we turned back to the cabin.



                   ............................



5/13: I carried that log on my shoulders again today.  It was in

Neil's garage.  He'd moved the car out and shoved other things

against the wall.  Must have had it tied to me for nearly three

quarters of an hour.  I didn't walk all the time, in fact, I

suppose I sat half the time.



5/20: We're going to his friend's hunting cabin for the memorial

day weekend......My single glove arrived yesterday.  Neil called

me

and told me it had arrived.  Unfortunately, I won't get to see it

for two more days.



                   ............................



5/23: The glove is marvelous.  There are straps that go over my

shoulders and which cross over my tits and then under my armpits

to

hold it up.  It laces from fingertips to biceps and then, to make

it more secure, there are three straps that wrap around my arms

at

the biceps, below the elbows and at the wrists.....I was laced

into

for an hour......We leave in two days.



                    ..........................



5/31: Well, I found out the purpose of the log I've been carrying

on my shoulders.  I am shocked, and I wonder if I can continue to

see Neil.  He has introduced me to new pleasures and an

understanding of my body that still amazes me.  Still, what he

wants to do now, well, I'm not sure.



                 ...............................



6/2:  I haven't seen Neil since we went to the hunting cabin. 

He's

called me to see how I am, but he says it's my choice as to where

we go from here.  I still don't know.



                .................................



6/5:  We arrived at the cabin.  It was really isolated.  I knew

we'd be alone.



After unloading the car, and noting the log, I again dressed --

er,

undressed to nothing but my timberlands.  Expecting the log to be

placed on my shoulders, Neil surprised me by asking about my

blood

pressure and if I had glaucoma.  Somewhat confused, I said as far

as I knew, my pressure was okay and I knew there was no glaucoma. 

I then asked him what that was all about, and he said that today

I

would be suspended by my ankles.  It is now a mark of my trust in

Neil that this didn't worry me at all.  If he thought it was okay

to hang me by my ankles, then I was willing to try it.



Of course, it was done outside.  He had some block and tackle in

the shed, and he secured it to a tree limb about twelve feet off

the ground.  Standing nude, in my boots, I giggled as I watched

him

shimmy up the tree and secure one end of the block to that limb. 

Very quickly, I was seated on the ground under that block.  My

bare

buns were resting on the pine needles, but that didn't bother me

at

all.  In fact, as I sat there, with my legs spread, the odor from

my already excited cunt, mixed in with the pine smell, was quite

pleasant.  My ankles were tied together and the hook on the other

block was secured to my ankle ropes.  Almost with urgency, Neil

then began to haul on the rope dangling from the upper block. 

The

ropes began to tighten and then my feet started going up.  I lay

there, watching my feet climb that rope.  Eventually, my

ass-cheeks

began to leave the ground and my weight was on my shoulders. 

Then,

my shoulders started to leave the ground and I started to turn a

bit.  Neil gave a mighty heave and my whole body was off the

ground, with my hair dragging in the grass and dirt.  My hands

were

still on the ground and I was using them to keep from turning,

and

then he hoisted me some more so that my hands were free of the

ground.  I was totally suspended from my ankles.  



The view was crazy.  Everything was up-side down.  I could not

help

myself from spinning, but Neil did slow it so that I turned

slowly.



When Neil asked if I could handle it, I told him I didn't see why

not.



I hung that way, that first time, for two hours.



We napped, and I bathed.  Then, perky again, I asked Neil what

was

next.  He suggested a walk, and I agreed, knowing I'd be carrying

that log.  I wasn't wrong.  I accepted my burden without question

and minced my way out of the cabin, and we walked.  The log

didn't

seem such a load as it had been that first time and when we

stopped

after a while, and Neil asked me how I was doing, I said okay,

and

how long had we been walking.  When he said a half hour, I

thought

he was joking and said it didn't seem that long.  He then asked

if

I was becoming more accustomed to the log, and I said I was.  He

said good, and suggested we walk further.



I guess I carried that log on my shoulders for an hour's walk. 

At

last we came back to the cabin and I went towards the door.  Neil

said I should sit and rest a bit.  Always before, when we

returned

from these walks, Neil had immediately removed the log, but this

time he made no move to do so.  Somewhat baffled, I simply sat.



What happened next stunned me.  Neil moved a wooden platform with

wheels near where I was sitting.  It was about three feet high

and

about four feet square.  In the middle, were a set of steps that

led to the middle of the platform.  He then disappeared and

returned with another log.  This one he placed into a hole in the

platform, so that it was upright.  On the top of this log was a

long, metal spike.  I starred at this a long time, and suddenly,

I

knew.



If there had been any doubt, Neil walked over to me and said he

wanted to crucify me!  I was stunned, and shocked, and shortly

began to cry.  I told Neil that I liked what he did to me to make

my body respond.  I even enjoyed carrying the log, but I just

couldn't let him crucify me.  Not being sure of my reasoning, he

began to explain that of course he didn't want to kill me.  Then

he

talked about crucifixion as a form of bondage.  He pointed out

that

I had experienced the X frame and that this was a variation.



I continued to cry, and asked Neil to untie me, and to put away

the

platform.  



                    ..........................



6/15: The weekend had been ruined.  Oh, I was tied again, but

there

was a block between us.  I even tried to carry the log on my

shoulders again, but I could only manage a fifteen minute walk.

What could I do?



                    .........................



6/16: Neil has invited me to go to the cabin again.  I just can't

say yes.



                   ............................



6/17: He called again.  Oh, what to do.  I do like bondage.  But

crucifixion................how can I?



                    ..........................



6/18:  About 11 last nite, I couldn't stand it anymore.  I called

Neil to see if he minded me coming over at that time.  When I got

there, I asked just to be chained.  He agreed, and I spent the

nite

chained to the post in the garage.  Before he left for work, he

unlocked my chains.  I called in sick at work.  Then, I went to

his

bathroom and took a long, hot shower.  I then took the leg irons

and locked them on my ankles and lay down to take a nap.  



It was after noon when I awoke.  Forgetting the leg irons, I

tried

to swing one leg off the bed, and then giggled when I felt the

other leg jerk.  I got up and shuffled around the room.  I

thought

of unlocking the leg irons, but then decided not to do it.



I knew what I was going to do long before I did it.  Finally, I

gave in and went to the garage.  I had spotted my log against the

wall while I had been chained to the post last nite.  With some

difficulty, I managed to get it on my shoulders.  It felt far

less

secure without the ropes tieing it to me, but I managed to hold

it

as I walked around the garage.  Finally, after about an hour of

walking and sitting, I put the log back.  I unlocked my leg irons

and left Neil a note saying I'd be back later.



                    ..........................



6/19: I returned about nine.  I was wearing my t-shirt, levis,

timberlands combination.  He kissed me like he's never kissed me

before.  I asked if he would tie the log to me, and he nodded.  I

quickly removed everything and then put back the timberlands and

went to the garage.  He had me sit and I accepted the log on my

shoulders.  This time, he used more rope to tie me.  I quickly

figured out that this was his way of showing me how the log would

be tied to me if I ever went through with the crucifixion.



I stood up slowly, and then turned slowly.  I dipped one arm,

making the other go up, and reversed that.  I jumped up and down

to

get the feel of the weight of the log.  I walked and I turned.



After an hour, I asked Neil to release me.



                    ..........................



6:22: I'm going to do it.  I just called Neil and told him. 

Curiously, he was not elated.  He told me to come over.



                    ..........................



6/25: I had to explain carefully to Neil what had led me to

change

my mind.  I told him quite truthfully that my religious scruples

had argued against crucifixion.  Still, I knew deep down that

this

was just another way of being bound, and I wanted to do

it.....We'll go to the cabin over the July 4th weekend.



                    ..........................



6/27:  Last nite started as a very tranquil nite.  I asked Neil

to

lace me into my single glove.  I really do like that thing.  Of

course, it is not easy to wear.  I mean, it surely does put a

strain on my shoulders but I do get a kick out of the way my tits

stick out.  My arms do get numb, but I don't let that bother me.  



Neil had me sit beside him and we examined a couple of his fetish

catalogs together.  Teasingly, I pointed out to Neil that an

elegant, black leather single glove and my timberlands didn't

match.  So he asked me what I had in mind -- to go barefoot?  I

giggled, and just then he flipped the page of one catalog to

boots. 

Spying a knee high, high heel pair, I said like those in the

upper

left.  He looked and then he grinned.  He laid aside the catalogs

and got up and left the room.



I was curious as to what was up.  In a couple minutes, he

returned

with a box.  It was all taped up.  He said that it had arrived

only

two days ago and he had been saving it for our July 4 trip, if we

went, but since I had brought it up, he'd give it to me now.  He

set the box down on my and lap and told me to open it.  I was

non-pulsed, and then I looked up at him helplessly.  He caught my

mood,

and suggested didn't I want my present, and I said I had no

hands. 

He said I still had teeth.  So I bent over and tried to pull the

tape with my teeth.  Neil began to laugh and I tried harder but

the

box just fell off my lap.  So I kneeled beside it and tried. 

Finally, he took pity and opened the box, and he withdrew a pair

of

the same kind of boots I had suggested.  They were beautiful, but

I was shocked by the height of the heel up close.  



I wanted to have them on me right away.  Neil sensed my mood and

suggested maybe it was time for me to have some relief from the

glove.  I glowed as he unlaced me.  Of course, for several

minutes,

my numb arms simply hung at my sides.



Several times I tried to move my arms before the feeling had been

completely restored, only to not be able to control them.  I

giggled, and even he guffawed.  Finally, in a humorous tone, Neil

asked if I would like his help.  Thankfully, I nodded.



Surprisingly, he handed me a small package   a pair of stay-high

nylons.  He sat on the floor at my feet and began rolling first

one

stoking and slipping it up my leg and then the other.  Then he

held

one boot open and I managed to lift my foot and slide into the

boot.  He helped me force my heel into the heel of the boot, and

then he began the tedious task of lacing it up.  The other boot

was

soon on  my other leg, and fully laced.  Neil stood up, and held

out his hands to me.  By now, I was able to move my arms, and

reached up to his hands.  Gently, but steadily, he pulled me to

my

feet, or rather to my toes, for the heels on the those boots were

so high that I was literally standing on my toes.



Then, at my side, Neil walked beside me as I took my first,

tentative steps.  I was immediately struck by how much my pelvis

jutted out in front of me.  It was as if I was pushing my crotch

forward.  My steps were very uncertain, but then since I've

always

liked high heels, my confidence grew, and I began to take longer

steps.  I allowed Neil's hand to fall away, and I struck out on

my

own.  Growing in confidence, I took a normal sized step......and

almost fell.  Just at the last moment, I regained my balance, and

continued to walk though with cautiously shorter steps.



Finally I returned to Neil, embraced him and said, "Neil, these

are

lovely.  Thank you so very much."



Somewhat embarrassed, he blushed, adding, "I'm glad you like

them."



I slept in my boots that nite and I was fucked while I wore my

boots that nite and I sucked cock while wearing my boots that

nite.



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