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Alysons Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Alysons Story by Fetterer Chapter 1

After many months of preparation, the time had finally arrived when Alyson would simply enjoy, endure, suffer her system of self bondage and discipline. The time for programming her computer, the time for carefully calculating distances, the time for constructing devices, the time for manufacturing restraints, those times were now over. Now, she would simply do it.

After checking the set up of “the room,” it was time to prepare herself for the day ahead. While every brain cell in her skull argued to go ahead and get started, she knew that anticipation was a huge part of her bondage and discipline life. Her first task was to luxuriate in a hot bath after she washed her hair. Part way through her bath, she shaved her eyebrows, her legs, her arm pits and her cunt. She had toyed with shaving her head as well, but she wasn’t quite ready for that, yet. Her hair wasn’t that long, cut rather close to her head in a cap cut, but the idea of a skinless skull appealed to her. Soon, she thought but not today.

Alysons Story 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Alysons Story by Fetterer Chapter 5

Events rocked along like that. There would be times when Alyson would make arrangements with Hazel so Hazel would come to Alyson’s home if Alyson didn’t call by a certain time. Alyson found these to be far more enjoyable than they had been. To be sure, there were still safety considerations; but, even if she became overzealous, she had her safety net. Hazel was cheery about these sessions, always admonishing her to be careful. The telephones were carefully tested and then Alyson would put her body in bondage. There was one time when Hazel showed up at Alyson’s place in the middle of the bondage. The bound Alyson was terrified someone was breaking in. Hazel had the time mixed up. They both had a good laugh over that.

Alysons Story 3

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Alysons Story by Fetterer Chapter 8

As soon as she was untied, she went to the portrait to examine it herself. Sure enough, she admitted, they were glass, and they probably were just to scare an occupant of the room. She stepped back and examined the portrait. It was of a young woman, dressed only in a severe corset and thigh high boots.

Teasingly, Hazel came and stood by her, saying that Alyson could model for a similar portrait. Alyson turned and smiled, and then kissed Hazel on the lips. It was as if she had touched a hot stove! She recoiled, and stepped back a half step. Hazel said nothing and walked away. Struggling to regain her wits, Alyson stood, starring at the portrait. She stepped closer and reached up to the frame, fingering the intricate wood carving with the flower blossom carved into each corner. She traced it with her finger and then, on impulse, she pressed the center of the blossom.

Alysons Story 4

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Alysons Story by Fetterer Chapter 11

Alyson and Hazel maintained their existence. Alyson was always submissive to Hazel, but occasionally, Hazel wore some of the bondage devices like the heavy chains. She was so partial to the iron helmet that she frequently wore that alone when they watched their videos, and she infrequently wore the pear gag. Also, both women rode the horses with the dildoes in their cunts; Alyson occasionally also used the ass dildo too, but Hazel hadn’t tried that yet.