Jezziebelle

(story continues from Dream Assignment 3 - Three Times Free) Bound hand and foot, Josie is awaiting whatever plans Jack has in store for her… Part 4 - For You Josie’s hands were bound with rope behind her back. Her ankles were also roped together, and a ball gag stretched her mouth and silenced her very effectively. Hair dishevelled and dress disarranged as she’d struggled very pleasurably against being tied up, she now lay on her side in the middle of the biggest playroom in Jack’s exclusive BDSM club, waiting for him. They were alone now. ...

Packaged Story Contest 2005 Entrant The train clanked on through dark, damp countryside towards its unattractive destination. Scattered sparsely around its seats, the passengers were largely late-night commuters, looking tired in business clothes. Joe had been unobtrusively watching the woman who sat opposite him several seats away on the dimly lit, rattling train for some time now. She was clearly tired, and hadn’t noticed him. She wore a demure yet stylish blouse and skirt, and elegant heels. As he turned the page of his newspaper and flicked another glance her way, she shifted in her seat and gave a sigh. In his mind’s eye, the sigh came filtered through a thick layer of packing material, and the slight movements of her body were against the ropes that held her tightly balled. In reality, she crossed her legs, took a sip from a bottle of water, and rested her head back against the headrest, eyes closed, oblivious of his attention. ...

For the last bondage scenario in this story, I am indebted to the wonderful website www.houseofgord.com and a picture I once saw there. I usually come up with my own ideas, but this one is so damn cool I had to pay it tribute! I awoke in darkness. Last time I’d been conscious, I’d been in a light, bright, sterile environment. Now, my eyes opened to nothing but blackness and a soft, musty smell arose from what felt like old floorboards beneath me. Disconcerted, I closed my eyes again and concentrated on the sensations from the rest of my body. I was chilled from inertia – from lying on the floor in a strange place for god knows how long, and naked to boot. I could feel the air circulating over my skin, and the vaguely warm, rough surface of the wooden floor beneath me. ...

I had a moment of metaphysical vertigo last night, lying on my back in the garden gazing up at the stars. So many stars, all wheeling round the zodiac; billions upon trillions, with countless millions of little rocky planets, all asking questions… not spiritual, but more earthy. What the hell is all this? What is matter made from? Why does it all exist? Where is existence located? Somewhere above me, on one of the spinning worlds an alien woman surely lay on her back in her garden, gazing back at me, and wondering the same things. ...

So here they were, fifth or was it sixth date, standing outside her front door after a long evening of really quite serious flirting, and he took hold of her wrists and held them quite firmly against her sides as he kissed her. This time, she let loose an almost imperceptible moan, and when he stood back her eyes were gleaming. All of sudden, Jamey couldn’t feel the cold. She left her hands where he’d placed them and gazed at him with a smile on her lips, calling silently for more, wondering deep inside if he might be just that little bit dominant. It was about bloody time one of the men in this damn town showed he could treat her like the proverbial princess in the street, and like a rope-loving slave girl in the bedroom. ...

The view was once-in-a-lifetime, glimpse-of-heaven beautiful. Beneath the cool, spacious wooden-walled hut with its 360 degree balcony lay the deep green forest, undulating in all directions. The air was filled with a tropical hum. As she gazed out silently towards the horizon, she felt his hands encircle her waist from behind and he held her close, drinking in her scent and the damp, leafy aroma that arose from the sun-warmed trees far below. ...

An action packed bondage thriller with an eco-friendly theme… Part One Jenna awoke, not knowing what the noise had been but knowing she’d heard one. She switched on the bedside light, blinked blearily at the clock (3am) and debated whether or not to investigate. Deciding against it, she flicked off the light and was about to close her eyes when the glow coming from under her bedroom door made her sit up straight in bed. ...

(story continues from Conspiracy 1) Investigative journalist Jenna has been caught trespassing on shady entrepreneur Rob Fletcher’s property… Part Two The corporate party at Rob Fletcher’ shady enterprise was in full swing. Jenna, of course, had found herself to be too tied up to attend… Rob circled round the party, greeting friends, acquaintances and business partners warmly. A few he took aside into a corner and murmured something quietly to them, each time resulting in a pair of wide eyes and an eager nod. ...

(story continues from Conspiracy 2) Investigative journalist Jenna has unearthed a conspiracy that goes right to the heart of government. Conspirator Rob Fletcher has locked her in his cellar till she promises to keep her mouth shut, and Jenna doesn’t know how much longer she can hold out… Conspiracy Part 3 Rob let Jenna sleep for several hours in the morning. Having spent 14 hours tightly strapped upright to a pole in his cellar, she needed the rest. She also desperately needed to come, but as that was his hold over her, he wasn’t going to let that happen. She slept cuffed and gagged, her arms behind her to stop her touching herself, her mouth covered with tape to stop her distracting him with her shouts. ...

For some, it might have been a dream assignment. Josie wasn’t so sure. She’d been sent to research and write a feature article for the hip magazine she’d been dying to work for, ever since she’d embarked on her journalism career. But the glint in the eye of the editor had told her to beware. The editor was sending her to the newest club in town, to review it. Alright, thought Josie, as she dressed for her interview with the club owner, I can do this. It’s just a review, a few witty comments and a little psychological analysis of the clients. Easy. Just try to ignore the fact that the club is in fact a sex club’ well, not sex exactly, not in the sense of back street brothels and dodgy lapdancing joints. It was an exclusive, highly-regarded club. It was, of course, expensive. The owner was very selective about the clients he admitted, but had been known to give freebies to those he thought would really appreciate what the club had to offer. ...

(story continues from Dream Assignment)_ This story stands on its own, but it is actually a sequel – a while ago I wrote a story called Dream Assignment, which is in the archives of this site. If you didn’t read Dream Assignment, all you need to know is that Jack, the owner of a rather up market bondage club, initiated journalist Josie into its pleasures as she researched an article on the club for her new magazine. The article has just been published, and everyone is reading it… ...

(story continues from Dream Assignment 2 - Second Helpings)_ _Jack, the owner and expert practitioner at an upmarket BDSM club, is falling for Josie, a journalist and bondage novice who has now been twice made helpless at his hands… story continues from Part 1 - Dream Assignment Part Three - Three Times Free Jack lifted the exhausted, sweat-drenched figure of Josie into his arms and carried her unprotestingly upstairs to one of the bedrooms that his BDSM club made available for the couples that frequented the establishment together. ...

This story stands on its own, but it is actually a sequel – a while ago I wrote a story called Dream Assignment, which is in the archives of this site. If you didn’t read Dream Assignment, all you need to know is that Jack, the owner of a rather up market bondage club, initiated journalist Josie into its pleasures as she researched an article on the club for her new magazine. The article has just been published, and everyone is reading it… ...

Their dark eyes lit up as they smiled and said in unison, ‘We’re bell ringers.’ ‘Well, blimey…’ she replied, laughing, as she split her wine and brushed it off her dress. ‘You don’t hear that every day.’ She sat on a bar stool, and they stood beside her: two very beautiful, tall, dark men, perhaps a year or two younger than her, and almost identical. They’d approached her when her girl friend had stood her up for the flu. She was going to stay for just one drink, but then they’d said hello with their kind smiles and very intriguing eyes and she’d stayed. Strange, though… she almost had the feeling they were hunting her. Not that she felt in any way in danger. It was the way they both came up together, both equally interested in her, neither backing off to let his brother take the spoils. It was either both, or neither. She tried to stop herself imagining both in bed with her. ...

AMY They were just sitting there on the coffee table when I came in from work, dumping my coat and bag on the sofa and freezing the moment I spotted them. Just sitting there, as if every home accessorises its coffee table with such things… Glancing around to see my fiancé was home yet, I reached out a quavering hand and picked them up, standing in my work attire to examine them. Cold, shiny, and metal… an authentic looking pair of handcuffs, but, I soon discovered, with a release mechanism instead of a key. Possibly, or possibly not, capable of being opened by the wearer. ...

(story continues from The Initiation 1) ROB Amy kinky! That really shocked me. She had seemed so normal and now her request that I tie, cuff, spank and dominate her in the bedroom had me thinking. I am so bloody relieved that it’s me she wants to do it and she is not wanting someone else to do it is a weight off my mind. But fucking hell! Dominate her! Shit! ...

(story continues from The Initiation 2) ROB Walking round Asda I am kept in constant state of arousal. The thought of my proud and stubborn wife to be waiting for me in handcuffs and leg irons had a certain poignancy that makes me walk funny due to a hard on the size of the Blackpool Tower. She has changed my outlook on her and she has also made me wonder if I know her at all. I have to reassess my life style and how I will have to treat her. Before I used to treat her with kid gloves and after my first divorce had decided to treat her as a lady, and now she wanted to make her my slave. God, it was a total come about. ...

(story continues from The Initiation 3) ROB Amy is sitting opposite me on the bus from the airport, her foot entwined with mine as she looks out of the window. A slight blush runs across her face as she thinks of something. Horny, probably. She has become so sexual since I placed her in irons last week. We have made love so much more since then. Wish I had done it before but as I didn’t know then… bugger! I think. I really thought I did know her and now I don’t even know myself. ...

(story continues from The Initiation 4) AMY The rolling door clatters shut, and I’m left in the twilight of the garage, naked, bound, screaming into my gag as I writhe on the floor into what will probably be the first orgasm of many. We’d spent a couple of nice, normal days, holidaying like any vanilla couple, enjoying each other’s company. Then, at seven this morning, as I slowly woke from a long, refreshing sleep, Rob grabbed my hair, pulled my head back – not painfully, but so that I couldn’t struggle – and plastered a wide strip of duct tape over my mouth. ...

(story continues from The Initiation 5) AMY The last night of our holiday, neither of us could have predicted how things would turn out. Rob stands me in front of him, naked, fresh from my bath, hair done up on top of my head and ready to get dressed for the evening of cocktails and dancing he’s promised me. I turn a questioning glance his way, but he just smiles back at me in that enigmatic way he’s mastered so well. I sense this evening is not going to be as straightforward as I had thought. ...

(story continues from The Initiation 6) AMY ‘Maybe we should go on one of those property shows on TV,’ I groan in frustration, flinging the pile of estate agents’ brochures down on the floor. ‘What, and tell them we’re looking for something with period character and a few sturdy beams to suspend you from?’ answers Rob, all innocence as he scans through another brochure. I feel the familiar twinge deep inside me, discovering a few moments later that I’ve unconsciously crossed my hands in my lap. Heavens, I’m addicted… ...

Day 1 His voice whispered low in my ear. ‘God I like fucking you when you’re helpless.’ I couldn’t reply. I had nothing to say. True, my right wrist was tied securely to the rungs of the headboard with one of the stockings I’d discarded earlier. But the knots that held my left wrist above my head were rapidly slipping, despite my efforts to remain still and not put any strain on the inadequate restraint. He’d blindfolded me at the start, but loosely, and now the silk had slipped from my eyes and he was kissing me with a gentle passion which made me love him, but frustrated me half out of my mind. ...

Entry from the S(A)X Leather Bondage Story competition 2005 Beth had left the man bound and hooded, feeding him air through a narrow tube, for half an hour now. Glancing at the clock, she saw his session had overrun by five minutes, and expertly began to release him. The strange thing about this client was he never wanted to climax during their sessions. As a result, Beth always felt a little disconcerted by the end. She tried to hide it, of course – it wouldn’t do for one of the most popular dominatrices in the club she worked for to be seen to be uncertain. But there it was again: as he stood up, rubbed his wrists and reached for his clothes, there was a moment of connection between them when he caught her eye and seemed to reach her soul. ...

Pete glanced at me from his position in the driving seat and said, ‘I think you ought to tell him.’ He looked back at the road. ‘You what?’ I asked, half distracted by trying to search my bag for a tissue. Pete indicated right and turned onto the main road. ‘Tell your boyfriend what you want him to do to you in bed.’ ‘Pete!’ I exclaimed, a hot blush rising to my cheeks. Pete might be gay and therefore safe to talk to about stuff like that, but still it was a little surprising to be accosted without warning, and when sober. ‘What are you talking about?’ ...