Dannyinsilk

(story continues from The Art of Silk Surrender 12) The Art of Silk Surrender- Part 13 I lay under the smooth, satin sheeting draped over my naked, hogtied body, and tried to isolate the voices I was hearing in the art studio around me. As I strained through the extra padding of the layers of cloth which were both gagging and blindfolding me, I found a hunger for any clue to the identities of the students, and realized that this moment was providing me more chances than ever before: there was actual talking in my presence! Usually, during the class time, the only voice speaking was Joanna’s as she directed the students to draw me or explore my helplessness before them. At times stern and commanding, at other times soft, nurturing and soothingly erotic, the force of her range of personality dominated my experience of sound completely, from the moment of the first tie until my release after the end of each session. ...

(story continues from The Nude Marathoner 1: Seduction) Part Three:Initiation Suzie directed him into shower area, freed herself from his arm around her neck, and propelled him into one of a bank of roomy shower stalls with elegant sheet glass doors. As soon as he got into the stall, she took his shackled wrists and brought them up to a waiting stainless steel hook about eight feet from the tiled floor. Stretching to his full height to avoid strain on his shoulders, he watched her close a hasp on the hook and he realized that he was now locked to the wall with his arms up in the air until she let him down again. He tested his weight on the hook, and found that it would easily take his full mass in the event that he lost his balance. It also meant there was no way he was going to use force to rip it out to gain his freedom by choice. ...

My name is Danny, and I thought it would be fun to tell you about the first time I was ever shown how much pleasure a young man can have being introduced into the world of sensual bondage. Let me tell you a bit about myself. I just recently graduated from college. I am almost 6’2” tall, but can only be described as skinny. I have worked out to the point of total exhaustion for years, but simply am not able to bulk up. I keep my light brown hair well below my shoulders, and have a very light beard which I keep neatly trimmed. I confess this is to give a bit of maturity to my face, since I still far too easily am mistaken for a middling teenager. ...

(story continues from The Art of Silk Surrender 9) The Art of Silk Surrender- Part 10 Aurora and I, exhausted physically, mentally and sexually, slept deep and long into the next afternoon. I began to awaken first, and propped myself up on one elbow just to gaze at the sleeping angel beside me in the satin sheets of my parents’ big, cozy bed. I slowly brushed silken strands of her hair away from her face, and fell helplessly in love with her all over again, as if discovering her inner and outer beauty for the first time. ...

(story continues from The Art of Silk Surrender 10) The Art of Silk Surrender- Part 11 In the last part, Aurora and I had been locked into collars and chastity belts in service of my friend Sue, now Lady Susan, who was holding court at a bondage pool party in my parents’ backyard. There were twenty-two naked guests, currently divided into eleven pairs, engaged in a contest to see who could resist orgasm the longest while being given oral sex by their bound partner. Losing meant being forced to walk the plank, the pool diving board, while having hands bound and with a thick, black cotton hood over their heads. ...

(story continues from The Art of Silk Surrender 11) The Art of Silk Surrender- Part 12 My parents got home fine, and they, of course, fell in love with Aurora almost as quickly as I did. We were embraced as a couple as if we had been together for decades. It was such a comfortable family time, we both actually forgot what we had been through the past five days. The four of us had a fun, relaxing meal, and then took a quick, naked dip in the pool to take advantage of the last few remaining days of weather conducive to such things. At last, Aurora and I said our goodbyes and bundled our bags into the trunk of Sue’s car, and headed home. ...

(story continues from The Art of Silk Surrender) The Art of Silk Surrender - part two In part one, I told you about how my more typical career as a nude art school model took a sharp, sensual turn into submissive silk bondage at the hands of a very special teacher of erotically repressed art students. I covered the initial interview and meeting with Joanna, the inspired teacher on a mission of sensual discovery, and how she auditioned and then accepted me as the instrument to be used for her charges on their journey to the heart of their own erotic inspirations. I left myself at the point of being introduced into the world of being bound hand and foot, naked, gagged and blindfolded, all in luxurious silk satin scarves and sashes. ...

(story continues from The Art of Silk Surrender 2) The Art of Silk Surrender - Part 3 In part two, I was left posed in the first art class, bound naked to a padded post awaiting my state to be revealed to the unseen, unknown members of the erotic exploration project. As the silk drapery which had been covering me as if I were a marble statue fell away, I presumed at the hands of my teacher Joanna, I felt an incredible wash of sensations flow through my entire nude body and radiate outward across the stunned students. Despite them being briefed as to what they should expect from the class, I felt the vision of my erotically imprisoned circumstance plow through them as a tidal wave of shocked emotion, leaving them literally gasping for breath. I, of course, was still totally blindfolded, so I was forced to project my hearing and my feeling for the energy of the room out into the darkness of my world as I tried to envision who they were, what they looked like, and how my bound form was confronting their sensual repressions. ...

(story continues from The Art of Silk Surrender 3) The Art of Silk Surrender- Part 4 In part three, I was left waiting for the art class to begin, bound on the modeling stage in a standing spread eagle between two utterly unyielding wooden uprights. I was again blindfolded and thoroughly gagged, and, as I heard the first clatters and murmurs of the arriving students, I had been stuck in this pose, under the satin covering, for the better part of a solid hour. My shoulders were burning, there was a fine layer of perspiration coating my naked flesh from the back of my neck to the tips of my outstretched fingers and toes, and the sensual enthusiasm demonstrated by my raging penis in the previous class was anything but evident in this one. ...

(story continues from The Art of Silk Surrender 4) The Art of Silk Surrender- Part 5 I had spent over five solid hours bound naked and blindfolded. I had been poked, prodded, caressed, pumped and kneaded by what may have been a 48-handed alien scientist for all I knew. And I couldn’t get the experience out of my mind for a second. I drifted through the ensuing seventy-two hours in a hazy, muddled cloud of pure sense memory, not judging, not reacting, merely rocking up and down, side to side, as the pulsing waves of erotic tension and release broke over me in an endless, inescapable rhythm. My body was free; I was gliding smoothly through the regularly scheduled moments of my existence, but none of it meant a thing to me, as if the people, places, activities and needs of my former life were mere gusts of a light breeze on a pleasant autumn afternoon. ...

(story continues from The Art of Silk Surrender 5) The Art of Silk Surrender- Part 6 When I slept that Sunday night, loosely bound and blindfolded in my parents’ bed after having spent the entire day exploring my role as my friend Sue’s sexual slave-prisoner, my dreams were less erotically urgent, but oddly muddled, far less serene than I had been used to. I had at last, of course, been finally granted the chance to experience several orgasms while in bondage, and that was simply exhilarating. But, it was also the first time I had been bound and revealed as a submissive in a situation that did not include and was not controlled by my Joanna, my guide and First Mistress. There was no class, there were no students, I was not serving a higher mission; I was serving Sue and only Sue. Her needs, her whims, her desires, including the desire to help me explore my own needs and pleasures, were the be all and end all of my existence from early that morning until well into the evening, when she finally released me from her thrall, and tucked me in with a couple of scarves handy to do my personal sleep ties that I had found so enticing. ...

(story continues from The Art of Silk Surrender 5) The Art of Silk Surrender- Part 7 In part six, I was left in class, locked into Joanna’s custom rack, fully stretched out naked, and covered up with the familiar satin sheet, awaiting the arrival of the students themselves. All this was becoming a routine for me, with the addition of much more stress on my body as I was fully taut from ankles to wrists, but with the one life-altering addition of having a companion in bondage. The most stunningly beautiful woman I have ever seen was strapped naked to a post on the platform next to me, and we awaited the coming ordeal fully aware of each other’s presence. This heightened every sensation in my body, every thought in my brain, as I began to realize my emotions were now in play as well as my physical exposure and submission. The Angel Aurora was a part of my suffering, a part of my nakedness, a part of my heart and a part, an astonishingly rich and profound part, of my soul. These realizations were as inescapable to me now as my being locked into the high-tech, satin-padded torture device. ...

(story continues from The Art of Silk Surrender 7) The Art of Silk Surrender- Part 8 It was a long way, but Aurora and I were so utterly captivated by each other that we actually walked the whole way to my parents’ home after class that night. We walked through the cool, evening air, in our light, summery clothing, and we were still flushed warm with the joy and the passion of our bonding. ...

(story continues from The Art of Silk Surrender 8) The Art of Silk Surrender- Part 9 Aurora and I arrived at the shopping mall about fifteen minutes before the shops all began to close up for the day. The mall itself didn’t close until eleven or twelve, but usually everyone pretty much cleared out and went elsewhere once there was nothing open. There weren’t any late evening restaurants or arcades or anything to attract customers for the main evening hours. ...

Part One: Seduction Jonah stared out his office window over the city, the warm sunlight of the summer afternoon glinting off the traffic below him. One more day, he thought to himself, and I can kick back for two whole days of doing absolutely nothing for the first time in months. An athletic business administrator in his late twenties, Jonah was a rising star in the company; his time was so very rarely his own and it was beginning to wear on him. As if on cue to tell him the world had other plans yet again, he was brought back to reality in the form of his occasional date-mate and head of the secretarial pool, Suzie, who poked her head through his office door and flashed a 1000-megawatt smile in his direction. “Got a second?” she implored. ...