(story continues from The Studio - Chapter One) The Studio - Chapter Two by John Roper Chapter Two - Stephanie’s Coming Out Party When Stephanie Danner turned thirty-six, she decided to give herself a gift, one that, she hoped, would finally satisfy her curiosities concerning certain fantasies she’d been having for more than 25-years. How she learned of The Studio’s existence, and of what we were all about, remained a mystery to me, one that I was determined to solve, given the security measures we’d painstakingly maintained since our 2001 opening. But that was a matter to be dealt with at a more suitable time. ...

(story continues from The Studio - Chapter Three) Part Four - Rope Soap Six Weeks Ago Donna Parkinson and Stephanie Danner had been roommates for a little more than a year before Champaign inebriation inspired them to spill some intimate beans into each other’s curiosity. They had just arrived home, after having muddled through a very exclusive, but insufferably boring cocktail party. With the last glass of bubbly in hand, Donna decided to steer the conversation into virgin territory. ...

(story continues from The Studio 4) Part Five - Angelina’s Story Apart from being a rich man’s brat, Angelina Cox was an excellent example of a sub out of control, and searching unceasingly for the unholy grail of her first, top-of-the-mountain, bondage orgasm experience. Not having to make a living can do that to types like her who are as hooked on sadistic rope play as crack heads are on what floats their boats. ...

Part 1 The warm California wind caressed through Stephanie’s long blonde hair as she drove home. The radio was cranked to ZZ Top’s “Gimme all your lovin’” and all her cares were left in her empty school locker for the summer. This year she would be on her way to college and freedom. Not that Steph didn’t like her mother and new stepfather and her step brother Jeff. They were cool as far as family went. She just craved a little more space to call her own. . .an apartment or dorm so she wouldn’t have to sneak boys home. That is all she really wanted, a little more privacy. Home wasn’t too far away and Steph was reluctant to put an end to her revelries of school being out for the summer, but she needed to get home and get ready for the party tonight. She eased the Dodge Neon into the driveway and switched off the ignition. ...

(story continues from The Summer Project 9)_ Part 10 It was a struggle just to stand after the stranger had untied Stephanie’s armbinder from the strap holding her ankles together. The blonde felt as limp as an old rag doll, her strength zapped by the two orgasm she had just had in the past hour. She wobbled and swayed as she stood, feeling the leather straps being buckled again around her knees and thighs. Jeff’s stepsister made a most beautiful slave, even more so in the afterglow of her last cum. A long tangle of blonde hair spilled down over her blindfolded eyes and her ring-gagged mouth seemed to quiver in an erotic kiss. The white of her leather collar and armbinder seemed to gleam against her tanned skin. Her pale nipples were still stiff from pleasure. If there were one thing that did not fit the perfect picture, it would be the fact that she was not a true blonde. The soft curls of her nest were a light brown in color. However, that could be rectified. Steph felt her captor clip on the leather lead and give it a gentle tug. She hopped in that direction, concentrating on the task at hand rather than the two vibrators still buzzing away within her. “Did you enjoy that, slave?” the metallically twisted voice of her stepbrother asked. Stephanie flushed red with embarrassment as she nodded yes. It just murdered her to admit that the pleasures she had just had were the most intense of her young life. Everything she had been told said that rape was a horrible, painful thing that tore at one’s soul. However, Steph enjoyed what had just happened and that thought raced through her mind like a blender. Jeff continued to pull on her leash, moving slowly to the stairs. He noticed a pile of envelopes below the mail slot and made a mental note to look through them in the morning and pay any bills. His parents had left him with several signed checks to do this with as well as several thousand dollars to put into his checking for emergencies. However, he had more important things to look after. At the foot of the stairs, Jeff stopped and threw his blonde captive over his shoulder. Stephanie squealed in surprise and struggled a bit. “Stop squirming, slave, or I will drop you.” Stephanie stopped struggling. It was more to try to get comfortable than it was to escape knowing the later was impossible. His shoulder seemed to cut into her stomach as he climbed the stairs and Steph worried that he might loose his footing and they would both come crashing down the stairs. However, that did not happen and at the top of the flight, he swung her off his shoulder and helped her balance herself again in her restraints. Without a word, Jeff led his captive down the hallway to his parent’s bedroom, pausing to enjoy the way his stepsister looked. Her large, pale-nippled breasts jiggled with every little hop she took. He could feel himself harden again looking at her blindfolded form, but reminded himself that he had plenty of time to enjoy her. There were other things to take care of. Tugging on her leash, Jeff guided her into the bathroom and eased her onto the toilet. Stephanie felt the straps around her ankles and legs being undone. Apparently, it was another bathroom break. It was easier for her to go this second time and the stranger was just as careful cleaning her up with a warm washcloth. “You need to shower, slave,” the intruder said in his electronically distorted voice, “And I have to change your bindings.” The captive blonde listened, nodding slightly. “If you try to escape, slave, I will kill you quickly but I will also slowly torture your brother to death. Do you understand, slave?” Stephanie nodded. “As long as you please me, slave, everything will be okay. No permanent harm will come to you or him. Understand, slave?” Again, the captive girl nodded. She understood completely what the stranger had just said. As it was, Steph didn’t think she had the energy to try to fight or escape. She could try to summon some up, she supposed, but she knew deep down inside that she would fail and that would lead to something much worse for both her and her stepbrother. One of the things Jeff had gathered for the capture of his stepsister was a package of plastic zip-ties. He realized that these would be perfect for use in showering his slave since he did not want to ruin the leather armbinder or collar. The only thing that might be ruined was her black leather blindfold and Jeff couldn’t risk taking it off at this stage of Stephanie’s transformation. Perhaps he should look through his parent’s collection of bondage gear to see if they had something he could use. Stephanie let the stranger maneuver her into the shower. Her parents had just re-done their bathroom and the shower was one of those glass-enclosed full body showers. Steph loved it and occasionally snuck a shower in there while her parents were away. She also noticed that there were various hooks and eyebolts set around and she imagined that they were for hanging up and drying clothes or her mother’s various loofah sponges. I did not occur to her that they might have a far more kinkier purpose. Jeff, however, saw how useful they could be and planned on using the bolts to their utmost advantage. He hooked Stephanie’s leash to one of the bolts before going to his parent’s bondage armoire to see if her could find something a bit more waterproof to blindfold his stepsister with. The array of bondage gear was astounding. Jeff had not really looked through it carefully. Everything was neatly organized by function. There were gags and restraint straps and collars of all sorts. There was one drawer of various vibrators and dildos and other stimulators. In a drawer on the bottom, one that Jeff really hadn’t looked through, he found what he was searching for. The long drawer was filled with a variety of latex and rubber restraints and clothing. Amongst these was a variety of hoods and one in particular caught his eye. It was a white latex hood that covered all but the wearer’s mouth and buckled into place around the neck. There were air holes for breathing through the nose and a hole in back to pull a ponytail through. It was perfect. Taking it, he went back to his captive. “Slave,” the voice said, “I am going to take your gag out and then remove your blindfold. Keep your eyes shut or the last thing you will see is my knife slitting your throat. Do you understand, slave? Stephanie understood all too well and she nodded her head. “Good. Stand still slave.” The blonde girl was glad to be rid of her current gag. The steel ring that forced her jaws open was very uncomfortable and caused her to drool uncontrollably. The blindfold was next Stephanie was sorely tempted to open her eyes as the stranger peeled it off of her, but she did not. She had already felt what pain he could inflict and she was convinced that he might indeed kill her if she did not obey his wishes. Stephanie felt her hair being gently gathered together in a ponytail then threaded through something. She then felt something being pulled down over her head, not unlike a latex swimming cap. However, unlike a swimming cap, the stranger continued to roll the rubber down over her eyes and nose, eventually encapsulating her entire head. The latex mask ended just underneath her chin with a small opening for her mouth and a couple of small holes for breathing through her nose. Stephanie then felt something pull underneath her chin and tighten. The hood was now laced into place. “Open wide, slave,” the metallic voice ordered. The girl felt a rubber ball being forced between her teeth, not unlike the first gag she wore, though not quite as big. Jeff tightened the straps of the red ballgag and stepped back to admire his work. His stepsister was indeed a picture perfect slave. Speaking of which. . . The hood seemed to mute most of her senses. It sealed Stephanie’s eyes closed as well as ears. The latex smell filled her nose and the rubber-tasting gag only heightened the feeling that her whole head was encased. She hadn’t even realized that Jeff had left to get the camera and was setting it up. Jeff realized that the next part was the most dangerous and could unravel everything her had done. However, the white leather armbinder had to come off. Jeff gathered up the zip-ties and stepped in back of his captive stepsister. Stephanie felt the stranger unbuckling the various straps holding her arms in the single glove then slowly he began to slide it off. He stopped half way and encircled her arms with a thin strap just above her elbows. As the stranger tightened it, the strap bit into her skin a bit, causing her to gasp in pain. This did not stop the stranger as he put another strap below her elbows and tightened it as well. The captive continued to feel the armbinder being peeled off until it slid off her hands. Quickly, the stranger gathered her wrists together and pulled another thin strap around them, binding them together as well. Jeff was satisfied that there was no way for his stepsister to escape as she tried to move weakly against her new bindings. Hastily, Jeff undressed and stepped in beside Steph. A warm spray soon engulfed the blonde as she felt the stranger gently turned her around, making sure that nearly all of her was soaked. Again, she noted that his touches and grasps were that of a lover, not of a thug, and she felt a flutter of butterflies through her as his touch. It was quite unlike anything she had ever felt before. Soon she also felt the soft scour of a soapy loofah sponge scrubbing her legs and slowly working upward. The stranger paid attention to every bit of her, washing her and rinsing her. The warmth of her last orgasms had not gone away and she felt herself getting excited again at his touch, especially when he paid close attention to the soft patch of curls above her sex. “Spread your legs, slave.” Stephanie did so without a single thought. It was almost natural to obey him now. “Further.” The captive’s stance widened and she felt the stranger begin to soap her mons. Then she felt the slow graze of a razor being pulled through her nest. Stephanie felt both appalled and wanton as he continued to shave her pussy bald. Up to this point, she didn’t think she could feel any more naked than being tied and helpless under the eyes of this stranger. However, this man was bearing her even more and it caused her to blush. “Quit squirming, slave, or I will cut you.” Stephanie struggled to be still. The depilation did not take long and with a soft washcloth, the stranger wiped her mons clean. “You look beautiful, slave,” the stranger said in his distorted electric voice. The captive felt herself blush again. Men had called her many things, such as ‘sexy’ and ‘hot’, but this was the first time she had been told that she looked beautiful. Jeff turned the shower off and began to pat dry his hooded prisoner. As he rubbed the towel over her, she seemed to stand prouder. He shook his head. He must be imagining things. He buckled her white leather collar around her neck and clipped the leash to it again. He then led her out of the bathroom into his parent’s bedroom, sitting her down on their parent’s bed. Jeff was fully conscious that her bindings for sleeping had to be comfortable to his stepsister. There were white fleece-lined cuffs in their wardrobe and he had selected these for Steph for the night. The ankle cuffs went on first, locking them in place with a small lock. Raising the blonde from the bed, he did the same for her wrists after snipping the zip-tie that held her wrists together. Jeff then undid the other bindings above and below her elbows, causing a sigh of relief from his captive. “It’s time to sleep, slave,” Jeff said as he hooked her lead onto the headboard of the bed, “I will be with you shortly after I tend to a few things.” Even though she was exhausted, sleep was the last thing on Stephanie’s mind. The shower had left her with goose bumps and a need within her that she could not assuage being bound as she was. Perhaps when the stranger returned. . . ...

(story continues from The Summer Project Part 18)_ Part 19 With each forkful of the Denver omelet, Michelle kept hearing the word ‘punishment’ echoing through her head. This was the first time she had transgressed what was expected of her during her weekend stay. She vaguely remembered something about being punished for cumming without permission on the recording, but given what Stephanie’s tongue was doing at the time, it was hard to recall anything past her orgasm. ...

(story continues from The Summer Project)_ Part 2 Jeff looked upon his bound stepsister Stephanie through the viewfinder of his video tape recorder as she feebly struggled naked on the bed. The clamps that were fastened to each of her nipples to the comforter held her beautifully in place as he set up the camera to film her. In the weeks to come, Jeff wanted to document everything he could. She was a beautiful sight, lying there bound, wrists cuffed behind her back, ankles bound tightly together, blindfolded, gagged, and a rope taut through her pussy lips. Her struggles had become less and less violent as she realized she could not get away. ...

(story continues from The Summer Project 19)_ Part 20 Michelle concentrated upon the lesson at hand, listening to Jeff’s voice instruct her in how to obey when his riding crop touched certain places on her. As she listened, she realized that Jeff wouldn’t have to say a word; everything that was required of a slave could be signaled by the use of the crop. The Chinese girl also realized that the depth at which Jeff and his girlfriend Stephanie’s shared fantasy went and she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to go there. The fantasy of being tied up and used by another and learning to become a slave to that person were two different things in her mind. ...

(story continues from The Summer Project 20)_ Part 21 “What a fucking mess,” Kim said to herself as she looked in her rearview mirror at her own disheveled face. Kim didn’t know what to do. Her parents had a major blow-out featuring cops and everything, including some fucking camera crew covering the whole damn mess. Her mom was now in jail for smacking her dad several times with an iron skillet and her dad was now nursing his wounded pride with tequila and scotch and curses. There was no fucking way she was going back in there without an armed escort so she had decided to spend last night in her car. Now she had to be at work in about an hour and she looked like shit. ...

(story continues from The Summer Project 21)_ Part 22 Stephanie lay cocooned in the afterglow of her climax, relishing the delicious feeling. She had managed to turn off her vibrator and now she rested curled-up on her own bed wondering what would be next. When the stranger left and gave her the command that she could cum if she wanted to, the blonde girl took full advantage of it and let all of her pent-up frustrations gush out in a whirlwind of rapture. Now, being bound as she was, all she could really do was to think and speculate on what the stranger’s plans for her were. Every scenario she came up with involved her being a slave like this for a very long time. ...

(story continues from The Summer Project 22)_ Part 23 Jeff rested on his parents’ bed, looking at the vast array of toys that his father and stepmother had collected. There was everything there that he had dreamt of owning and then some. He guessed that there had to be ten different ball gags alone. One part of the armoire was devoted solely to vibrators of all shapes and sizes. Normally the sex lives of one’s parents would make Jeff shudder, but he was glad their tastes in the bedroom ran the same as his. ...

(story continues from The Summer Project 23)_ Part 24 Exhausted, Michelle looked up at Jeffery. He lay collapsed beside her; his lean body glistening from their passionate labors and his breathing as heavy as hers. His blue eyes were looking sternly into hers. “You came without permission,” Jeffery repeated, “I am disappointed in you, slave. You have listened to the rules. You have practiced the rules all this weekend. . .” ...

(story continues from The Summer Project 2)_ Part 4 Jeff looked at his bound stepstepsister as she lay in bed. Stephanie’s arms were encased in a white leather armbinder. A pair of white ankle cuffs and a chrome spreader bar was holding her legs open. A white collar graced her neck. Save for the red ball gag and the black leather blindfold, she was picture perfect. However, Jeff needed to move her to the bathroom. ...

(story continues from The Summer Project 4)_ Part 6 “I think you will like these games, slave,” Jeff said as he gently caressed a line over both of his captive’s breasts. Stephanie looked beautiful, sitting bound as she was. Her arms were encased in a white leather armsheath that made her breasts jut forward as if begging for attention. Her eyes were still blindfolded by a white leather blindfold that matched her single-glove binder and white medical tape sealed her lips shut. Leather cuffs were still locked around each ankle and a spreader bar held the blonde’s legs open. She was still flushed from her recent orgasm and her long, blonde hair was tangled about her face. She was an angel in bondage and for the next several weeks, Jeff would turn his stepsister into a sex slave to use as he pleased. ...

(story continues from The Summer Project 6)_ Part 7 “Nnnnnnuggghhhh!” Jeff’s bound stepsister wailed through her tape gag, shaking her head at the same time. “Did I give you permission to cum, slave?” Jeff’s metallic-twisted voice questioned and he stood over Stephanie. Slowly Stephanie shook her head, tears running down from behind her leather blindfold. She lay on her parent’s hallway carpet, her arms sheathed in a white-leather arm binder and her ankles being held apart by a chrome spreader bar. A pair of clothespins had been snapped onto each nipple, torturing her breasts. White medical tape sealed the blonde’s lips shut and a white collar encircled her throat. She was anyone’s dream slave and right now, that dream slave belonged to her stepbrother, Jeff. ...

(story continues from The Summer Project 7)_ Part 8 When the vibrator started in her ass, Stephanie first reaction was to push it out of her. But the intruder’s promise of punishment overrode her natural repugnance to the device. Then the second vibrator started, humming and twisting in her pussy while the nub against her clit began to buzz. The combination of the two was overwhelming and as the blonde relaxed a bit more, she found that the new sensation in her rear helped stimulate the rest of her, causing her to moan little moans into her gag and to start to rock her hips. Briefly the captive blonde wondered what the intruder was doing. Stephanie strained to hear the stranger. She thought she heard him in the kitchen. He was probably on the phone there, but she couldn’t make out anything he said. The twin stimulations made it hard for her to focus and she could feel another orgasm beginning to brew inside her. Her moans grew a little more as she lay there, bound. “Dinner is on its way, slave,” Jeff’s electronically twisted voice said as he patted her on the head, “I hope you like Chinese. I figure we have about thirty minutes before the delivery boy arrives.” Jeff noticed that his captive stepsister was already starting to hump her hips. Her tan skin contrasted wonderfully with the white leather armbinder and collar and as she lay there, Jeff combed her long, blonde hair back so he could see her blindfolded and tape-gagged face. Hogtied as she was, Stephanie was going nowhere and the cold eye of the camera was going to catch it all. The girl felt the warm hands of the intruder as he eased her over onto her side. The stranger’s hand began to lightly trace over the curves of her body, drawing little circles over her thighs and flat of her stomach and between her breasts. The only place they did not touch was her nipples, still aching from the removed clothespins. Each touch stimulated her more, causing the pleasure inside of her to simmer just a bit more. “Do you enjoy this, slave?” the metallic voice asked. Stephanie nodded and mewled her agreement through her gag. His light touches continued over her body. Then Stephanie felt his lips kiss the bony part of her hip. It was a soft, tender kiss and he repeated it again across her belly. When he came to her navel, she squirmed a bit as his tongue reamed it, tickling her. In his lust, Jeff had almost forgotten just how ticklish certain parts of his stepsister could be. The intruder’s kisses trailed up from her stomach and between her breasts and around her collar. He brushed back her hair and began to nibble at her earlobe, something that drove her absolutely wild. The vibrators were doing their part, especially the one against her clit. The high pitched humming sent wave after wave of pure bliss through her, each one helping the orgasm lurking within her build. Her hips pumped upon the vibrator. As she did this, she bumped the back of the couch and accidentally pushed the anal vibrator deeper inside of her. It wasn’t painful. The feel of the two vibrators humming together inside of her seemed more and more erotic as she felt her pleasure grow. Stephanie would have never guessed just how pleasurable this would be. When she ordered her few toys online, she always quickly clicked over the butt plugs and anal stimulators. She thought how dirty they were and only a true slut would ever use one of those. . . Stephanie was now a true slut. The stranger seemed to know that she was about to cum and just needed a little more stimulation to put her over the brink. His rough tongue licked at one of her nipples, then the other one in turn. Stephanie moaned loudly through her gag. “You can not cum yet, slave.” Stephanie moaned her frustration. Ecstasy was just a touch or two away yet she could not give into it for fear of pain. Mentally, she tried to force the pending orgasm down deep inside of her, but the more she tried, the more she threatened to boil over into pure heaven. WHACK! Stephanie screamed into her gag at the pain as Jeff slapped her thigh. “Cum, slave, and you will endure more pain than you could possibly imagine.” Stephanie whimpered into her gag. She couldn’t stave off cumming forever. Sooner or later it would engulf her and there would be little she could do about it. Then the doorbell rang. The intruder stopped his attentions, “Dinner is here, slave, do not roll back over or you will be punished. You may cum, slave, but only while the delivery guy is inside the house. You will not be allowed to cum afterward, slave. Do you understand?” Stephanie nodded her head quickly, knowing her orgasm was close. “I am going to leave you then, slave, but keep in mind both the delivery guy and I can keep an eye on you on the TV.” The idea of being seen like this; naked, bound and gagged, mortified Stephanie. It also seemed to fan the flames of her growing desire to cum. Of the two, it looked like the later was going to overcome her embarrassment of the former. Jeff set down his voice distortion toy he had bought several hours ago and looked out the small window to make sure who it was. Standing there, in a tightly fitting red polo shirt and black slacks was a petite Asian girl holding Stephs and his dinner. It was even better than he had planned. Jeff opened the door, “Hi, come on in. I need to get the money from the kitchen. How much was it?” “It is twenty-two eleven,” she said as she stepped in. “Okay, I will be right back.” Jeff left the pretty delivery girl in the foyer. He glanced at the TV to make sure that she could see what was on the screen and not Stephanie herself. Pleased that it was so, he went off the kitchen to watch a bit. There was a place that he could watch the delivery girl without her seeing him. The girl stood there nervously, head bowed as if trying not to watch what was on the television. Occasionally, when Stephanie moaned, the oriental girl would shyly look up and watch what the bound blonde was doing on the big screen. Stephanie knew deep inside that the delivery person was her watching as the twin vibrator worked their magic on her libido. The very fact that she was exposed to a stranger’s eyes sent a forbidden wave of lust through her, churning her passion into a full cascade of pleasure. An orgasm engulfed her and caused her to writhe uncontrollably in her bindings, nearly screaming through her gag. Jeff came back with a handful of bills and handed them to the girl. “You can keep the change,” Jeff said, knowing he had given the girl a generous tip. “Thank you,” the girl nervously said, leaving fairly quickly. “Your welcome,” Jeff said as the girl made her way to her green Nissan idling at the curb. Jeff smiled as he watched her. The girl was very attractive and briefly he had fantasies about kidnapping her as well, but common sense made him think better of that. Better to focus his attentions on the one that needed it most. After getting his voice distorter, Jeff went over to his bound sister and gently combed her hair out of her face. “Did you cum, slave?” the stranger’s cold voice asked. Exhausted, Stephanie nodded. After holding back the orgasm for so long, when she did let go, it was like shaking up a bottle of Champaign and then popping the cork. The pure, raw rapture filled her very soul like nothing had ever done before. It had been her most powerful orgasm ever and it left her weak and warm all over. “That is a good slave. You have obeyed my wishes so you will get to dine with me tonight.” -oOo- Michelle had delivered food to a good many strange places, but this was one of her weirdest calls. She knew that the girl on the television was probably lying on the couch. Michelle could tell that just by the woman’s screams. No stereo system was that good. And there was the smell of sex in the air. No, she had been witness to some couples kinky fantasy. And, oddly, it made Michelle a little horny. She had had fantasies like that; unspoken fantasies of being bound and helpless and at another’s mercy. However, she did not trust anyone with those fantasies. They were too dark and she was afraid of scaring away her boyfriend. . . However, the image of that bound woman kept crawling back into her mind, making it hard to drive. “God, that woman has to be the luckiest woman alive,” Michelle said out loud. Michelle also noticed that she was getting wet at the thought of being in that woman’s place. It was a long drive back to the restaurant for the delivery girl, her thoughts constantly on what she saw and what she imagined what it would be like being tied herself that way. She even reached down into her panties and between her legs to try to relieve some of the tension. However, she was hornier than ever when she pulled into the parking lot. Michelle then decided to tell her boss that she was really feeling quite ill and needed to go home and rest. Besides, it was close to the end of her shift and Chuck was there to make any deliveries that may come up. It was hard for Michelle to lie about being sick, but she managed it and soon found herself racing back to her apartment and ultimately to her bedroom. It did not take the Asian girl too long to undress and hop into her bed armed with one of her vibrators. As Michelle’s toy hummed and she started to pinch at one of her nipples, she began to imagine what it would be like to be bound in that woman’s place, unable to do anything but enjoy that man’s caresses and touches; Being made to cum again and again and again and not being able to do anything about it. The first hot waves of pleasure began to churn inside of Michelle as she caressed herself and soon, the waves crashed over her and she was in the throes of a powerful orgasm. Slowly, the joy ebbed away but did not really disappear. The image of the woman kept on surfacing and it gave rise to another orgasmic tide. Finally, after about an hour of constant stimulation, the batteries in her toy began to wan and she had exhausted herself. ‘God, I wish I could be that woman’, she thought to herself. Then she thought to herself that she could. Michelle had a delightfully sinful thought. Maybe they could invite her into their games. Just the mere thought of it sent warm ripples of lust through her. Naked, she got up and went over to her computer and began to type a letter. After she finished it, she put it in an envelope and scribbled on it ‘I Saw What You Did Last Night.’ She hurriedly got dressed again and got the envelope. Michelle knew she had to do it now or she would chicken out. She would drive to the house and quietly slip the letter into their mail slot. Then Michelle would wait for their reply. ...

(story continues from The Summer Project 8)_ Part 9 Stephanie was weak with the afterglow of her last orgasm. Her whole body felt wrung out with pleasure and she did not think she could endure any more. Yet, the vibrators were still buzzing insider her and she was helpless to stop them. “Are you ready to eat, Slave?” the metallic voice asked. Weakly, the blonde nodded yes. Steph hadn’t realized how hungry she really was. Stephanie felt a tug upon her collar, “Come, Slave.” The tied woman wriggled up into a sitting position with difficulty. Not only was she tired from the many orgasm that had torn through her in the last couple hours, but also she was also very tightly bound. Her arms were encased in a white-leather armbinder, which matched her collar, and three black leather belts encircled her legs and ankles. A black leather blindfold and several strips of tape over her mouth completed bindings. To her captor, Stephanie was turning into everything that he dreamed of and more. With another tug on her lead, Jeff pulled his stepsister up off the couch and to a teetering stance. Stephanie, with her legs bound together and weak from her exertions, was finding it difficult to balance. The only support the blonde girl had was the tension the stranger kept on her leash. “If you want your meal,” the metallic voice droned, “you had better hop to it, Slave.” With that, Stephanie felt a yank on her chain. Unsteadily, the bound girl took her first hop. It was one thing to jump when you are able to see but quiet another task to do it blindfolded. The only sense of direction she had was where the intruder was pulling her. After a few hops, she got a bit steadier. Soon, she felt the cool wood floor of the dinning room underneath her. Gently, the stranger guided her before one of the dinning room chairs and eased her down until she was kneeling on the floor in front of it. Next, the man began unbuckling the straps holding her knees and thighs together, but not the one binding her ankles. The twin vibrators were still humming within her, whispering their magic to her very soul as he took the straps away. Last, he lashed her ankles to the end of her armbinder, putting her into a genuflect hogtie. “If you loose your buzzing friends, slave, you will find out how much pain you can endure,” the metallic voice threatened. The captive blonde woman heard the stranger leave as she knelt there in her bindings. She could smell the spicy aromas of the Chinese dinner that had just been delivered and the pangs of hunger blossomed inside of her. For Stephanie, the whirl of smells and the erotic stirrings within her were an odd but potent blend and she found that she was rocking her hips again, embracing the pulsing vibrator within her. Jeff noticed that his bound stepsister was thrusting her hips again as she knelt there bound. He watched her there silently as her moans through her gag began to get louder. Despite his warnings, his captive was trying to cum again. Stephanie screamed into her gag as the intruder viciously pinched both of nipples, sending a wave of pain through her and nearly causing her to fall over. “I did NOT give you permission to cum!” The electronically twisted voice spat at her. The blonde girl sobbed as he released her nipples. She really hadn’t realized that she was indeed trying to encourage another orgasm. However, the vibrators were continuing their lascivious conjuring within her and she could feel the first roiling of an orgasm building within her despite the fresh pain in her nipples and the stern warning of her captor. “Do you want me to hurt you?” the voice asked. Stephanie shook her head no. “Then do not disobey me, slave. Do you understand?” The bound blonde nodded. “Next time, slave, it will be much more painful.” Stephanie nodded again, crying. Her mind was a typhoon of feelings and emotions and thoughts, but foremost was that she did not want to experience any more pain from this man. “Now, slave, I am going to remove your gag so that you can eat and drink. Any noise that comes out of your mouth will be punishable by extreme pain. I will gag you and throw you into the cellar and I will whip you until you fall unconscious on the cold, cement floor. I will not feed you again for 24 hours and you will wallow in your own piss and shit. Do you understand, slave?” The bound girl nodded. Jeff carefully removed the tape gag from his captive’s mouth. It stung a bit as it pulled away from her lips, but it wasn’t as bad as she had expected. Jeff then pulled out the soaked foam ball from her mouth, setting it on the table. Stephanie worked her jaws a bit. “Spread you legs, slave,” the stranger commanded. The blond girl did as she was told to the limits of her restraints. Stephanie could feel the stranger’s eyes savoring her every curve and shadow and the thought sent little erotic pulses through her despite what she was being forced to do. The minutes seemed like lifetimes as she waited for the stranger to do something. Stephanie felt his fingers gently brush through her pubis, touching off a wave of unbidden pleasure. “Do you want to cum, slave?” Stephanie moaned and nodded her head. “Do you want to eat?” the stranger’s metallic voice asked. Again, the bound blonde girl nodded. “You cannot have both, slave,” the voice continued, “Whether you eat or come is your choice. If you want to eat, open your mouth wide. If you want to come, thrust your pussy into my hand.” The strangers light tickling through her nest and the ministrations of the vibrators made the choice harder then it should have been. Stephanie felt her passions rising to surface, giving hints of ecstasy to come. In the end, however, she opened up her mouth. “Good slave,” Jeff patted her on her head as he sat in the chair in front of her. The dinner was a feast of orange chicken, shrimp in garlic sauce and sweet and sour pork. The intruder fed Stephanie expertly with his chopsticks, feeding her a piece at a time and allowing her to sip her herbal tea. Several times a bit of the warm sauce would dribble onto Stephanie’s chest and she felt the man bend down over her and slowly lick it off. More than once the captive woman thought about how romantic this would be if it weren’t for the fact that she was being forced against her will into being this man’s sex slave. Throughout the dinner, the twin vibrators continued to work their magic with the blonde and a slow rising pool of ardor swirled through her. Another orgasm was not far off and the intruder seemed to sense this. Caressing a nipple here and tracing her labia there, his sprinkled his touches in while he fed her, stoking her fires. “Are you ready for dessert, slave,” the intruder’s masked voice asked. Slowly, Steph nodded yes. The captive heard her captor get up and step around in back of her, stroking back her long, golden hair. “Open wide, slave,” he commanded. Stephanie did as she was told and felt a leather and steel ring being shoved behind her teeth. Two leather straps cut into the girl’s cheeks as the man buckled the gag tightly behind her head. The device was uncomfortable and Steph moaned her displeasure as it forced her mouth open. “I thought you would like something warm and creamy,” Jeff said, stepping before the kneeling girl and unzipping his jeans. Steph had never given a blowjob before because the thought of putting a guy’s cock in her mouth disgusted her. She baulked as the stranger grabbed both sides of her head and thrust his dick through the center of the ring. The member was larger than she had thought, filling her mouth and ramming down part of her throat. The blonde captive gagged. His flesh had a salty taste to it she noticed as it withdrew a bit. Steph squirmed in her bonds as the stranger slowly pumped. “Suck my cock, slave,” Jeff ordered her, “make me cum.” Again, Steph moaned her displeasure but there was little she could do. She knew how much pain this man could inflict and had. So, like trying to eat Brussel sprouts as a kid, she thought of more pleasing things as she sealed her lips around the man’s cock. The captive tried concentrated on the erotic feelings welling up inside her, slowly threatening to engulf her. “Use your tongue, slave,” the voice spoke. As Jeff withdrew, she began to lick his shaft before he shoved it back in. Stephanie tried to imagine his dick as a warm Popsicle and adjusted her virgin technique accordingly, slurping and sucking; hearing the low groans of her captor. Jeff began to speed up, feeling his cum broiling up within him. He looked down at his step-sister’s face as he fucked her, her blonde hair now in disarray over her blindfolded eyes. Faster and faster he rocked her head until he could hold it back no longer and shot hot jism into Stephanie’s mouth. The man’s cum was salty and a little waxy tasting and Stephanie tried not to think about what it was as she continued her servicing of the man and swallowing his seed. “That’s it, slave, lick me clean.” The man’s cock was no long as rigid as it had been as Steph did as she was ordered to. It did not take it long to shrink away to where she could do much else. She felt him step back and pat her on the head. “Good slave,” he said, “Now do not cum until I command. I will be back to take care of your needs.” The bliss that had been building with Stephanie had not diminished. Tied as she was, there was very little she could do save for enjoying the hum of the phalluses in both her pussy and rectum. There was nothing to grind against or force the vibrator in deeper. She knew the table leg was close but she also knew the pinch of the man’s clothespins. After using the restroom, Jeff returned to his stepsister, swaying and moaning as she knelt on the dining room floor. “Would you like to cum, slave?” Jeff asked. “AHHHHH-HAAHHHH,” Stephanie practically yelled into her gag. Jeff smiled. “Show me how much you want to cum, slave.” The blonde began writhing in her bonds, thrusting herself towards the voice. The orgasm that was building within her was just a few touches away but she knew she couldn’t achieve it herself. She needed and lusted for the release it would give her. The stranger’s warm fingers began to gently pinch her stiffened nipples, sending bolts of pure pleasure through her. His fingers then traced down the flat of her stomach and through her soft nest. She felt him grasp the end of the vibrator. “Do not cum yet.” Stephanie moaned her frustration. The waves of pleasure were crashing at her gates and she didn’t know how much longer she could hold back. The stranger shoved the buzzing dildo all the way inside her. “Cum, slave.” Crashing waves of bliss consumed her as she squirmed and threw herself against her bindings so violently the stranger had to grab a hold of her or she would have fell to the kitchen floor. Wave after erotic wave swallowed her as she bucked until it ebbed away, leaving the girl completely drained and limp. “I think it is time to get you to bed, slave,” the voice said, kneeling down to unfasten her hogtie. To Be Continued. . . Since it is usually a long space of time between postings and re-postings of this story, I am compiling a mailing list so that you can receive chapters as they are produced. If you would like to be on that list, please e-mail me at [email protected]. Any and all comments are welcomed and appreciated. ...

Part 11 After setting the video camera up in his parent’s bedroom, Jeff left to clean up the kitchen and the rest of the house a bit. He hadn’t realized just how tired he was, even though the thoughts of his bound stepsister still kept him hard and aching. The rest of him felt as if he had just been through the Super bowl. Jeff was glad that there wasn’t much in the kitchen to clean up. As he put the leftover Chinese dinners into the refrigerator, his mind wandered a bit to the poor delivery girl and what she made of watching Stephanie struggles on the television. He was sure that the girl had a lot to talk about to her co-workers when she got back. At least Jeff had tipped her well. Turning the light off in the kitchen, his attention was focused in picking up a few things in the living room. Though he was not a neat freak, he still liked to leave things nice. Who knows who might pop by, like Stephanie’s Hispanic friend Kim? He imagined that she would be a handful and better not entertain such thoughts until he had his stepsister well trained. Still. . . Glancing over at the entryway, Jeff once again noticed the pile of mail to sort through. Even though he was feeling bushed, at least he could do is sort them out so he could take care of them in the morning. Grabbing the pile, he sat down at his dad’s antique rolltop desk and began his chore. The third envelope Jeff came to was a violet one with ‘I Saw What You Did Last Night’ written in a florid script of purple ink. There was no postage stamp nor any indication whom might of sent it. At first, Jeff thought it might be some vengeance letter to his dad. But, everybody liked his dad at the office and if the was a disgruntled homeowner, he was sure dad would have brought it up in conversation. No. Jeff was sure that the letter was addressed to him and the thought sent a cold chill up his back. Were they going to blackmail him? Or worse, turn him over to the cops. Jeff steeled himself and opened the envelope, reading to folded note inside: ...

(story continues from The Summer Project Part 11)_ Part 12 There was a whirlwind of thoughts racing through Michelle’s head as she climbed into the shower and let the hot water drench her in its warm embrace. ‘Is 10 o’clock at the Bennigan’s on 7th Street okay?’ the man had asked over the phone and she had responded in an enthusiastic ‘yes’. The whole of her being felt as taut as a bowstring with all of the wanton feelings that coursed through her. Everything else he had said was nonsensical hum. ...

(story continues from The Summer Project Part 12)_ Part 13 Jeff eased himself down onto the carpet and drank in the picture of his stepsister Stephanie. Her lithe body was glistening with the efforts of the last hour or so: the effort of being hung forward as she was; the effort of trying to cum and not being able to and the effort of giving Jeff a wonderful blowjob. Her head was still encased in a white latex hood with her long, blonde hair pulled through the back in a ponytail. Little strings of drool dripped off of the steel ring gag fastened in her mouth. The nipple clamps, chain running between them, still pinched her nipples firmly. Stephanie’s wrists were locked behind her with a pair of leather handcuffs and her fingers would flutter and clinch as she hung there. ...