(story continues from Beauty & the Beast)_ _Part 2 (click here for Part One) One minute I was pinned in Jack�s arms while Milord dripped wax on my hard nipples and twin dildoes thrust inside me. The next I was free, standing halfway across the room. And the Beast was kneeling in front of a tall, redheaded woman I�d never seen before. He was naked, and I saw with a shock that thick, silver chains bound his arms behind his back, wrists lashed to elbows. ...

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she said to me. I didn’t open my eyes, but I smiled and stretched on the expensive sheets, making a happy kitty-cat noise. I had slept well–as I always did, in her bed–but I was so perfectly comfortable that I just didn’t want to get up. I could smell her perfume. She waited patiently for me to rouse myself. She was always so good to me. She lifted my arm and kissed the back of my hand. I finally opened my eyes to see her sitting on the edge of the bed looking down at me. I had felt her get up some time earlier, but she was still wearing her lavender silk nightgown. She always looked so well made up. I don’t think I had ever even seen her without makeup on. I guess that was just how she was brought up. It wouldn’t have mattered to me if she didn’t look like some retro icon of femininity. I would have loved her, anyway. ...

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she said to me. I didn’t open my eyes, but I smiled and stretched on the expensive sheets, making a happy kitty-cat noise. I had slept well–as I always did, in her bed–but I was so perfectly comfortable that I just didn’t want to get up. I could smell her perfume. She waited patiently for me to rouse myself. She was always so good to me. She lifted my arm and kissed the back of my hand. I finally opened my eyes to see her sitting on the edge of the bed looking down at me. I had felt her get up some time earlier, but she was still wearing her lavender silk nightgown. She always looked so well made up. I don’t think I had ever even seen her without makeup on. I guess that was just how she was brought up. It wouldn’t have mattered to me if she didn’t look like some retro icon of femininity. I would have loved her, anyway. ...

I was traveling for a week on the road, checking things out and not having to deal with all my various employee’s. I am a regional supervisor and many times work from home and occasionally go out to check up on the work of my people. I can do this one on one or, as I had planned this week, following behind my people to make sure that their work is up to par without telling them I would be doing so. Sort of like leaving them to do their jobs but making sure that they really are. I decided that I could do this AND indulge in my favorite little hobby, dressing up enfemme. Of course, I also knew that if I did, given how masculine I looked in the face, that I would have to limit myself to night-time dressing and maybe taking a little drive in the car rather than spending all day enfemme, which I can do when I am working at home. Still, I figured I could at least enjoy some time. ...

Rebecca sat, leaning against the cold, concrete wall, naked, an iron ring on her wrist, scabby, red rivulets of blood running down her breast. Daniel’s coming! She couldn’t tell is he was hungry or not. Having a ready meal, he was seldom hungry. But she could usually tell if he was. Same way she could tell when he was around. She wasn’t a vampire, had no craving for blood. But since he’d fed on her all these days? weeks?, she’d developed a sense of these things. Perhaps it was backwash. A little bit of him in her. ...

The room is warm, almost too warm. I am slightly damp from perspiration, and the occasional draft makes me shiver. The room is filled with a warm, diffuse light, sunlight through heavy lace curtains, giving the place an antique feel. The air smells of potpourri, mingled with red wine and musk. My eyes travel lazily along the ceiling, until they reach the far wall, where a full-length mirror stands across from the foot of the bed, tilted slightly forward in its heavy oak frame. The image staring back at me from the mirror commands my attention: a exquisite brass four-poster bed, and on it a beautiful woman, naked, her arms stretched tautly over her head, and her legs reaching out toward the posts at the foot of the bed. ...

I was searching on the web for bondage sites and ran across the web site for the BedandBondage.us. It looked like a great place to go for a weekend vacation. I filled out the questionnaire on the site and submitted it for a reservation. The questionnaire was very detailed about my likes and limitations. It said that I would receive a response with in 2 days. The next day I received an E-Mail back from the BedandBondage.us listing the openings they had available. I selected a date and made the reservation for a weekend. At work on Friday, I could not concentrate on my work. I was too excited about the weekend that would begin after I got home from work. The instructions that came with my Reservation said to be ready by 7:00PM and you will be picked up from your home. I was to wear my fetish outfit for the trip to the Inn. I made it home from work in time to take a bath and put on my outfit for the trip. At 7:00PM a black limousine pulled up in front of the house. The Driver came to the door and asked if I was ready. He escorted me out to the limo. It was about a hour and a half drive The Bed and Bondage Inn is up in the mountains above the city. The Drive was very exciting to think of the way I was dressed and where I was going. We arrived at the Inn and I was greeted at the main entrance and escorted in side. Just in side the Front entrance along the wall are several boxes, once inside I was told to remove all my clothing except for my collar, then put them in one of the boxes. Then put the lock that I had brought with me on the box and then take the leash hanging on the wall above the box and hook it to my collar and then put on the handcuffs that were hanging on the wall with my hands behind my back. The hostess told me she would be back for me and then left the room. Now I was standing with only my collar on and hands cuffed behind my back with a leash attached to the wall. I was very excited by this. The hostess returned and took the leash from the wall and lead me to a room with a cage in it. She removed the handcuffs and put me into the cage and locked the door. She told me that dinner would be served soon and I would be taken to the dinning room when it was time. I could see that the suitcase that I had brought with me was in the room locked in a small cage. I quickly came to my first orgasm after being left alone in my Cage. It wasn’t long before the hostess returned and unlocked the door to my cage and told me that all the other guests had arrived and I could join them in the Dinning room. At dinner, I met and got to know the other guests. ...

“Come here.” His voice, low and silky, sends a shiver of apprehension coursing through her body and she begins to approach him cautiously. He remains motionless, watching her with no expression on his face, but she knows from experience not to be fooled by his calm demeanour. He had been disappointed in her behaviour earlier and even as she moves closer, a small part of her is crying out to flee before it’s too late. Held captive by his gaze, she moves forward one slow step at a time until she is nearly touching him. Lowering her eyes to the floor, she hears a soft sigh rise from his throat as his gaze sweeps over her from head to toe. ...

Chapter 1 - Introduction of the sub (Illustrated by SMS) Natasha was out of control and her mother was at the end of her tether. Even though the girl was just eighteen she was now an adult and could call her own “shots”. Marsha had lost control and could not make her beautiful daughter listen to the dangers she was toying with, she was so worried she could not sleep. ...

(story continues from Behind Closed Doors Chapter 4 - Mistress’s Pleasure) Chapter 5 - A Breathless Trip “So how is our pet doing Jane?” Karen spoke as she steered the luxury SUV on to the highway increasing speed to merge with the other traffic. The two of them looked like a couple of fashion plates dressed for the chill early November weather and would have been quite at home lunching in any upscale restaurant or chatting at a cocktail party. Karen wore a red leather pantsuit with a black wool turtleneck sweater, black ankle boots and her hair tucked in a red leather poor boy cap. Resting on the steering wheel her hands were in a pair of short black kid leather driving gloves. ...

(story continues from Behind Closed Doors 5 - A Breathless Trip) Chapter 6 - Sauna Set Up Natasha was hanging by her toes – literally because the only other thing taking any weight besides her neck was the huge butt plug buried deeply inside her. It had only been a small sneeze; hardly noticeable except to the trained ear of someone like a registered nurse named Jane. They had arrived at the chalet and carried the tray containing the stringently bound Natasha inside before unloading the rest of the luggage and turning on the systems to make the fishing lodge comfortable. Jane had taken off Natasha’s blindfold and removed the gag plugging her mouth only to be rewarded with a sneeze. ...

(story continues from Behind Closed Doors 6 - Sauna Set Up) Chapter 7 - Sex on a Spit Jane and Karen were in seventh heaven - again. First one and then the other would explode with an orgasm so overpowering that, after getting their breath back, they told themselves that nothing could surpass it and then the next one would take them even higher. As lovers over the past few years they had found the secrets of bringing each other to a satisfying peak in their love sessions but now, with the introduction of Natasha to the equation, everything had taken on new dimensions that they found hard to believe. ...

(story continues from Behind Closed Doors 7 - Sex on a Spit) Chapter 8 - Homeward Bound The cape was a vision of flowing black leather. The high, cowl like collar was folded over and held snugly just touching her slightly raised chin by two large leather buttons, one under the other, at the left side of her neck. Just a glimpse of the crimson lining of the collar showed around the curved edge. ...

(story continues from Behind Closed Doors 8 - Homeward Bound) Chapter 9 - Party Pistons Jane and Karen were getting ready for their annual year-end party. This was for their straight friends who had no idea, as far as they knew, what went on behind the closed doors of their home. That included the intimate relationship they shared as well as the live toy for their fetish games – Natasha. This being the case the girl had to be well hidden because with fifteen to twenty people invited you could never tell where some one might wander in the house, particularly because, since all the guests were using a taxi or limousine, the open bar would be a favorite spot. ...

(story continues from Behind Closed Doors) Chapter 2 - The Ottoman It was several weeks later and Marsha had called to say she had received yet another E-mail from “Nati” and would bring it over later for them to read. Since Karen had written the piece, and all the others sent before it, they had a good laugh while preparing for her visit. Now the three of them were relaxing in the living room. Jane and Karen were dressed in tailored leather slacks, cable knit sweaters and ankle boots while Marsha looked radiant in a stone washed denim dress with flared skirt and a wide white belt. ...

(story continues from Behind Closed Doors Chapter Chapter 3 - Halloween Witch) Chapter 4 - Mistress’s Pleasure Natasha really wished she could turn back the clock a few years and not have been such a brat with her mother then this would never have happened. ‘This’ was being forced to be the third participant in an evening where Jane and Karen were having all the fun and she was doing most of the work - with her mouth! ...

(story continues from Behind Closed Doors Chapter 2 - The Ottoman) Chapter 3 - Halloween Witch Cackle, cackle, cackle! Have an apple my sweetie! The voice seemed to come from the face of the hag like Disney witch riding her broomstick across Jane and Karen’s covered porch. It was Halloween and they had decorated their front garden and entrance to welcome the neighborhood youngsters as they came yelling “Trick or Treat” and helped themselves to an apple from the barrel near the witch. ...

Amy was on her way home after a days shopping, her mind wandering to what she’d get up to later. She was a big bondage fan and was in need of a serious self bondage session. As the bus came to the end of the high street she noticed a new boutique had opened. In the window appeared to be a mannequin dressed in bondage apparel, Amy quickly rushed to get off the bus. ...

As we walk into the bottom of a large, tower like building, Camille looks up, marvelling at the four windows at the top. I guide her up to a large belle dress, made of iron, and the skirt looks three feet too long. The back of the dress lays open, unhinged. She gulps as she looks at it and asks, “Is this dress for me?” “Yes, Camille.” I state, carefully removing her clothes. “But first, I need you to put your shoes on.” I add. She blushes and folds her arms over her chest. “Shoes?” she asks as I pull out a pair of iron shoes that weigh 15LBs each. “Heavy shoes! Why so heavy?” she continues. “You’ll see my dear, now step into these.” I state. As she steps into them, I bolt them shut. Knowing there is no need for a lock. She looks at me worried as I wheel over a crane with a trapeze bar hanging from it. She grabs onto the bar, I place some shackles around her wrists. “Those shackles are just for your safety, they’ll be off shortly.” I say. “Thank you, I was scared, and I don’t want to fall.” she says relaxing. I raise the crane as she can see into it, and sees a metal crotch strap with a pair of rods. She gulps and cries out my name as I position her over the opening. As I lower her into the dress she tries to step on the crotch strap to avoid it, I quickly take care of it by nudging her feet to either side. She squirms and pants as she is carefully impaled. “Don’t worry, there are no motors are electronics. Everything on this dress is solid iron.” I state. “‘kay…” she says, unsure what is going to happen as I bolt the back of the dress closed, pressing her breasts into the metal cups. She squirms in the cold dress, the shoes making it impossible to lift her legs. I position a large metal bar with an opening in the middle of it onto her waist. “What is this for?” she asks. “Just relax, you’ll see.” I say as I undo her hands, “You can let go now.” she drops her arms and feels around the outside of the dress. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” I say as I attach a large wheel that hangs from the ceiling high above to each side of the rod. She squeals as I use them to lift the dress up a few feet off the ground. “Why don’t you try kicking it to see how solid it is?” I goad She kicks hit hard trying to make it cave in, but ends up surprised as the dress reverberates, especially in the rods and breast cups. She quickly whimpers and stops. “Is something wrong, my dear?” I ask, knowing the answer. “It… the things… they…” she stammers. “Yes, it will happen every time the bell tolls.” “Jostly or move or whatever when do that… Everytime the bell tolls?” she says surprised. I nod. She looks around for the bell. “Now, we must raise you quickly, it is almost the half hour.” I say as I quickly raise her until she can see out across the country side. “What?” she asks as she looks all around and then down at me, hearing the mechanical sounds of a clock. The wheels on each side turn causing her to pivot steeply forward and back, her iron shod feet clanging against the sides of the dress. After a set of chimes it stops. “Ahh, such a lovely bell it is.” I state looking up at her as she flails her arms and cries out my name. I climb a set of stairs so I can see her close up, she holds out her arms to hug me, I climb up and give her a hug. “Imagine the joy you must feel at noon.” I say, as she drops her head thinking about it. ...

Life had been a bit dull lately. I was determined to liven it up some. Rob had gone out for the morning, but said he’d he be back for lunch. I went to the bedroom and got together all the stuff I wanted to surprise him with. The soft leather shackles and the fur-lined cuffs, my sexy new garter belt and an unopened packet of sheer black stockings. I piled them on the bed and stripped off all my clothes. It felt wonderfully decadent strutting about the house with nothing on. I set the heating up a few degrees, as I didn’t want any goosebumps spoiling the effect. ...