story also appears in selfbondage section Preparation Everything is ready. All that remains now is to prepare myself. I stand naked before the mirror. My cock is hard with the anticipation of what is going to happen. I can’t resist teasing my erect nipples, making my cock even harder, then rubbing it gently. But I must be careful not to become too excited yet, or I won’t be able to stop myself. ...

I walked up to the silvery metal-framed contraption, not exactly knowing what it was. Its construction was of chromed tubes and bars that glistened in the soft lights. The frame approximated the figure of an adult, but there was much more to it. There were straps at ankle and waist level, along with various restraints for the thighs and shoulders. I felt very apprehensive about it’s purpose, but reserved any mention about my hesitancy. She had me walk up to it front wise and place my feet into some sort of holders, which simply consisted of the act of “stepping” into them, and therefore, into “it”. The holders were actually spike heeled ankle boots permanently fastened to the device. My stockinged foot slid easily in, and I became acutely aware that these holders would literally keep me on my toes, for they felt like ballet boots, stretching my toe joints to their maximum. I felt very little actual weight on my heel. ...

Laura and Maggie: Overture and beginners. Laura Wilson got off the bus which stopped at the end of her road and, swinging a large gym bag, turned into Anderson Drive. It was a warm spring evening and she was looking forward to collapsing in front of some mindless TV with her house mate Maggie Harrison, which would also probably involve a bottle of wine. She had known Maggie for about 6 years when they were dancers, working a number of gigs together and usually pairing up when they were on tour. Now they had moved in together, renting a house about 12 months ago. Their comradeship had embraced a new line of work after dancing, when Laura got Maggie a job at the theatrical agency where she had found work when the dance opportunities started to fade away. ...

(story continues from Laura and Maggie)_ Part Two: Crescendo & Conclusions Laura shifted uneasily on the ball of her right foot. Her left leg was tied above her head, leaving her in a painful full upright splits. Her arms were tied just above her left knee at a height which increased the overall tension in her position. Her aching shoulders pulsed, and her right calf muscle was on fire - not helped by Maggie’s cat Gandalf wandering around rubbing himself on her standing leg. Gandalf was unhappy as had not yet been fed and couldn’t understand why Laura was ignoring him. ...

(story continues from Laura and Maggie 2: Crescendo & Conclusions)_ Story posted with author’s permission. Authors note: This story is obviously a fantasy and includes some practices which should not be imitated. Play safe! Part 3: Turned On By A Day Off It was 7.30 on a warm late spring morning and Laura Wilson lay buried in the comforting embrace of her luxurious goosedown duvet. A gentle breeze drifted through the bedroom window. She had heard Maggie moving around the house already but had steadfastly refused to surface or even open her eyes, as she knew that she had the day off. She smiled to herself and wriggled deeper into the cotton womb which currently consumed her. It was now three months since Laura’s discovery of Maggie’s secret life and her own growing predilection for inescapable bondage, bisexual coupling, forced orgasms and a reversible dom/sub relationship with her housemate. Though the friends were now very comfortable with each other on a physical level, they both still sought male partners for more conventional relationships. Laura had recently taken up with a guy called Graham. He was unaware of Laura’s love of bondage, and they were still at the early, hand holding, stage of their courtship. Laura was waiting to see how this tryst developed before potentially scaring him off with a latex hood and a pair of hinged handcuffs. ...

(story continues from Laura and Maggie 3: Turned On By A Day Off)_ Story posted with author’s permission. Authors note: This story is obviously a fantasy and includes some practices which should not be imitated. Play safe! Part 4: The Reckoning Laura began to squirm on the bed but was hampered by the depth and softness of the duvet. She became distracted as Helen slid a finger between her legs, parted her lips and began to gently tease her clitoris and her inner lips. Lost in the moment, she was caught unawares as the gentle erotic message ended abruptly. She then froze as what appeared to be a bag came down over her head, which she quickly realized was one of the hoods from Maggie’s “dressing-down box”. Helen tugged the hood into place making sure the two slits in the front lined up with her nostrils. There were no eye or mouth apertures. Laura tried to make plaintive noises but the panty gag and hood combined to muffle her cries to near silence. ...

“Shall we begin?” Glancing at the chair, Laura hesitated, but a bet was a bet. Slowly, she settled into the chair, smooth wood cold against the bare backs of her thighs. The vertical slats on the back of the chair rose to just above her head. She wondered where Tina had found this old relic. As Tina bustled around her, Laura thought about the events that had led her to this. Last weekend, watching a movie, they’d laughed at a scene of a girl tied to a chair. The rope work hadn’t even been remotely believable, leading Laura to comment that all such bondage was fake. Tina had responded by betting that she could tie Laura to a chair with one rope, and Laura would not be able to escape. After some prodding, Laura had agreed, and here she was. ...

It all started innocent enough. It was christmas, and I was alone. I’m Laura by the way. I was living alone for the first time and really enjoying the freedom. I had finally worked up the nerve to try something that always intrigued me. Bondage, or rather selfbondage. You see nobody knew of my fantasy’s except for my friend Pat. She went with me to buy my handcuffs. I told her they were for a joke gift to a friend but I don’t think she believed me. ...

Here goes, the first story i’ve finished. If it goes down well, i’ll try make it a series or something. All work remains copyright Rhys Ford, 1/7/2006. Standard disclaimer: This is a story intended for those of an adult mind. If kinky lesbian bondage sex doesn’t appeal to you, or offends you, then stop reading. If you’re under the legal age in your community to be reading smut, then stop reading as well. Only people who like this sort of thing and are old enough to be allowed to do so should be still with me here. Enjoy =) Lazy winter afternoon Rachel’s lover, roommate, and best friend Jenna’s soft, smooth hands caressed their way down her body, over her trim, taut stomach, but she could do nothing to stop, or even influence their travels. She struggled against the silk scarves holding her hands above her head, clenching the loose ends in her fists, pulling with all her might. Another silken scarf captured her eyes, rendering her sightless, and intensifying the feelings coursing through her bound body. Every touch, even the hot, moist breath coming from the mouth licking and teasing her rock hard nipples felt like pleasurable fire. All she could taste was the sweet, musky juice soaked into the underwear held in her mouth by another scarf. Her nose was filled with the scent of sweat, sex, and candles; and her ears heard only the rustling of the bed sheets. Her long, smooth legs, sensuously covered in the finest, softest white stockings contrasted with the shiny patent leather boots that encased her calves. Cotton rope, contrasting again, pulled each leg toward the bottom two corners of her queen sized, four posted bed. She moaned and squirmed as the ever so soft lips covered her nipple, the hot pink tongue dwelling inside circling her aureole, but, teasingly, agonizingly, not quite touching her super sensitive nipple. She let out a disappointed moan as the lips left entirely, and then nearly screamed as her clit was assaulted by a flicking tongue. Her hips thrust into the air, trying to grind her pelvis into the source of the pleasure. Her breathing quickened and her voice changed from a long, drawn out moan, into a series of high pitched ones. The moans rose in intensity as first one finger, then another, teased their way into her steaming vagina. Waves of pleasure rolled up her body, getting bigger and stronger as the questing fingers tickled her g-spot, while her lover nibbled, sucked and flicked her clit. The waves of passion and desperation rose almost to the point where they’d tip her over the edge of bliss, and then everything stopped. A piercing wail struggled its way past her gagged lips, and her hips took on a crazed dance of their own, seeking the pleasure that had been so cruelly withdrawn. Her panting had died down into slightly irregular breathing, raggedly pulsing through her nose, when she felt a smooth, cold shaft rubbing along her outer lips. She heard a click, and her nether regions leapt with joy, as the vibrator teased its way between her pussy and her legs, over the top of her pubic mound, then deliciously yet horribly slowly down her slit. Hands flailing as much as they were able, and sightless eyes rolling back into her head, she succumbed to breathless pleasure as the pulsing, vibrating toy massaged the inside of her pussy. The intensity was just low enough to stop her from cumming, like she so desperately wanted to do, but high enough to push her closer to the magic point than she’d ever been able to hold herself. The unseen hand rotated the end of the vibe around, making the head rub on the walls of her twat, treating her to a new set of sensations, ones that were driving her wild. Garbled begging made its way past the packing in her mouth, but fell on ears that may as well have been deaf. The vibrator was pulled almost the full way out of her pussy, then left leaning against her lips, with the base resting on the bed. The buzzing sensation, while dulled, was still driving her wild with desire, but she had a feeling it would be some time before ecstasy overtook her. Wonderfully hot lips covered her nipple once again, and she thrust her chest into the soft embrace. Devilishly sharp fingernails traced their way all over her torso, making circles around her other breast, tracing lines along her ribs, and generally driving her wild. The scratching alternated with soft stroking, tickling, and occasionally, a sharp slap on the thighs. She was starting to come down from the highest peak she’d ever been to, when the vibrator was pushed, delightfully hard, deep into her dripping centre of pleasure. Just when she thought it got no better, an attachment gave her clit a thorough buzzing. Her world started to crack at the edges when, suddenly, the vibrator leaped into a whirl. While the vibrations alone were driving wild, the pulsing, shaking, wriggling beast that came to life when her lover flicked the switch shattered the already shaky thoughts running through her mind. If she felt like she had waves crashing along her body before, this was like someone had dropped a large office building into a pond. A wall of pleasure tore through her frenetic body, starting at her pussy and reaching to all her extremities, then racing back to meet where they all stared. She lost all form of coherent thought, while lights burst behind her eyes. Her jaw clenched shut as an animal groan of pleasure rushed past her teeth. Every muscle she had tensed, relaxed, and then tensed again as more quakes of pleasure sped out from her epicenter. ...

(story continues from Leather & Lace)_ * Leather & Lace Chapter 4 – The Wager; Part II By the White Knight ‘Thank you very much, my dear’, Mr. Thatcher said as he watched me bend and stretch. ‘You have been a marvelous help this evening and I wish you a wonderful nights sleep.’ He was obviously giving me permission to leave. ‘No, thank you very much, sirs’, I began, ‘It has been an honor to receive my first full bondage experience at the hands of two such distinguished gentlemen. But, I have a favor to ask you, sirs. Actually a rather large favor…’ I trailed off trying to gather my courage to make my request. Looking up I noticed that Mr. Thatcher had lost his clinical look and was turning a bit white. Mr. Stanton looked equally uncomfortable. ...

(story continues from Leather & Lace) * Leather & Lace Chapter 11 – First Date: Bondage Challenge – Part III By the White Knight We hugged and then he took my small hand in his and led me to the bathroom. I visited the bedai first and then joined him in the shower. The big glass stall easily accommodated two people. Thoughtfully, he had kept the water to a luke warm temperature. Even this felt burning hot on my whipped rump. He lathered me with soft liquid soap. Caressing the soap onto my skin, rather than simply rubbing. As the minutes passed he turned up the temperature until the water was pleasantly hot. The hot water and his massaging hands were like magic upon my strained muscles. I leaned back against his strong body as I melted to his touch. Next he shampooed my hair. Slowly, deliciously he ran his fingers through my long hair. Gently separating the few tangles he found. I was in seventh heaven. ...

(story continues from Leather & Lace)_ * Leather & Lace Chapter 6 – Audition with the Mystery Man By the White Knight The next morning Lucinda didn’t leave me out of her sight the entire time. We ate and talked, but she brushed aside all of my requests for information about my proposed pairing. At work it was much the same. I attended every meeting that she did and was even taken to lunch with her and the other executives. Only for a few minutes did she leave my side and that only to hold a quiet conversation at the end of the room with Mr. Stanton. He looked at me covertly a number of times during that brief discussion and ended nodding his head and smiling as he kissed Lucinda on both cheeks. I thought that they must have reached some mutually beneficial business arrangement, based on the way that they were acting. ...

(story continues from Leather & Lace)_ * Leather & Lace Chapter 5 – Painful Lesson in Sisterhood By the White Knight The workday went much as it had the day before. More meetings and more notes. The tone of these meetings was positive and I took that to mean that Mr. Thatcher was going to get at least some of the concessions that he was looking for. I was finally released from my duties at 4:00pm, in order to go back to the house and see if Lucinda had gotten there yet. I drove as fast as the law would allow and than a few miles an hour faster hoping that I would beat Lucinda to the house. I desperately needed sexual release by this point. In fact throughout the day I had had to squirm in my chair a few times to relieve the pressure which still resided between my legs. ...

(story continues from Leather & Lace)_ * Leather & Lace Chapter 2 – Learning the Ropes with a Twist By the White Knight An annoying buzzing noise brought me back to reality. As the cobwebs of my rest began to fade, I kept wondering what the damn buzzing was. With a monumental effort, I lifted my arm and removed the satin night mask. Slowly my eyes focused in the direction from which the sound was coming. ...

(story continues from Leather & Lace)_ * Leather & Lace Chapter 10 – First Date: Bondage Challenge – Part II By the White Knight With a few deft movements Greg removed the strips of cloth from my legs and upper body. I sat up and rubbed gently at my wrists. It was interesting that the soft cloth had hardly left any marks on my skin at all. Certainly there was a certain amount of redness, but nothing like the angry looking indentations made by rope. I was surprised to realize that I sort of missed that look. ...

(story continues from Leather & Lace)_ * Leather & Lace Chapter 7 – Mystery Man Revealed By the White Knight ‘OK, Princess’, he said warmly. ‘You can take off the blindfold and find out who your mystery lover really is.’ Blinking my eyes as I adjusted to the brightness of the room’s lights, I focused on my not-so imaginary lover. Dark hair, blue eyes, warm smile, large frame and a good build… ‘Jeeezzzz, you look awfully familiar… don’t I know you from somewhere’, I asked him. He showed more nice white teeth and replied, ‘Try from someone, Princess’. ...

(story continues from Leather & Lace)_ * Leather & Lace Chapter 9 – First Date: Bondage Challenge – Part I By the White Knight Greg drove us over to the best hotel in the area, a Marriott. We rode the elevator to the 20th and top floor. The room he led me into was not just a room but also a suite. There was a living room with a dry bar, the bedroom and a huge marble encrusted bathroom. ...

(story continues from Leather & Lace)_ * Leather & Lace Chapter 8 – First Date - Appetizers By the White Knight I woke to a beautiful Saturday morning. Greg called me shortly after nine and told me that he would be by around ten. He said he’d like to do some bicycling and have a picnic and asked if I was game. I quickly told him that I was up for ANY GAME that he wanted to try. He was laughing as he hung up the phone. ...

(story continues from Leather & Lace)_ * Leather & Lace Chapter 3 – The Wager: Part I By the White Knight When I sat down at my desk on Friday morning, I found two notes. One was from Mr. Harrison, telling me to set up a meeting with the head of the copy department for 10:00am on Monday, as his schedule was too cramped to fit it in today. He added that he would like to review my version of the instructional documentation first thing Monday morning. The second note was from Mr. Thatcher asking me to see him as soon as I arrived. ...

* Leather & Lace Chapter 1 – Temporary Initiation By the White Knight I responded to a call from my temp agency to be at Madison and 63rd, at 9:00 am on Monday morning, for an undetermined length assignment. Short on money I really wanted to make a good impression, hoping that they would keep me on for a while, so I showed up a half-hour early. Walking into the lobby of the brown stone building, I was immediately met by a doorman. He asked if he could help me and I told him I was looking for the company name printed on the paper I handed him. He looked at the paper. I blushed as he looked at me over from head to toe and pointed to the curved marble staircase that rose to the second floor. ...