If sassy young women, constantly putting themselves in situations that will only in end in girl capture, if that is of interest. Then Bishop's 'Fanni Hall' is worth a look.
The above panel hints at Fanni's life. Beautifully rendered leather restraints compressing her lithe form. Vengeful female baddies intent on using poor Fanni's defenceless charms for devious, sometimes lethal, pursuits.
Fanni is a bit of a pain and probably deserves a long hard spanking while mercilessly and inescapably controlled. Which she always uses to girl-bondage her captors.
Pity that I can't show the 'gagging panels' from the above story. The domination and leather strap bondage the Villianess forces 'poor' Fanni to endure are drool worthy.
Rub the magic lamp and ask the Bondage Genie to put you into Fanni's catsuit? Maybe.
The domination and restraining/gagging by female (lesbian? One can only dream) is to die for.
But be warned, in some stories it' s not so.much Lez Leather as murderous male thugs.
.The Golden Age cartoon strip. Sweet Gwendoline with a storyline involving a heroine being pursued by a range of villans, while aided by her girl pal, U69, is among the very best fantasy stories ever told.
The lady above, vaguely dressed as U69, hints at the stories strongpoints.
Gwendoline spends her whole life strictly, cruelly trussed by the villians only to be rescued by her girl pal.
Who then proceeds to rope her like there's no tomorrow. To their mutual enjoyment.
All female characters, good or bad, are portrayed in nothing more than heels, stockings, knicers and corsellette. And bound very securely.
Half their luck!
As seen above U69 is normally dressed comparatively demurely. Although still often bound and gagged.
If one could enter a cartoon as a character, then Swert Gwendoline counts as a 'must try'.
Assuming, of course, that 'off screen' you are being solidly rogered while 'unable' to resist.
The promised rain began to patter down around where I stood. Sunday noon and all around was either closed or closing. Except the 'Museum Corrections'. The door was open and the board still out. I ran over and ducked in out of the increasingly heavy rain.
And obviously in the process of shutting for the day. But no! I wasn't too late! Come in out of the rain. Perhaps I would like a guided tour?
A you
ng woman stared at me. Black leather boots, pants, corset and gloves, matched to a white blouse, her auburn hair pinned up in a bun.
Well, why not? Places like this are always run by volunteers. People who are genuinely interested and understand ever paying customer brings in much needed revenue to keep the place afloat.
Cake and coffee were included after the tour. Eva was. I would say, slightly reserved, quiet, but obviously a devotee. How much I would discover.
She led me to a wooden frame. Similar to a saw horse, but heavily constructed with bolts, D-Rings and thick leather straps.
Eva went in to her rehearsed spiel.
The villan would be strapped down, ankles to either far leg, wrists same on the other side. Naked, of course. Ask she spoke , her fingers lingered lovingly over the pieces. Taking a central steel ring and looking back up at me, Eva pursed her lips and detailed the rings function.
The males balls would be ǰcinched. often stretching them out severly. The cord run through the ring and reefed tautly. Only then could the flogging begin.
Eva was crouching down to hold the shiny steel ring, her tight pants now even tighter. And that was good. Very good.
Her green eyes were locked on me, waiting on my comment. OK! When was the last time it was used? Showing an interest. Her answer somewhat stunned me.
There was one at home. Mother bound Father down and flogged him whenever it was required. Now I REALLY was stunned!
Eva walked up close, her expression oddly neutral. Then she added that SHE flogged him on occassion. Quite hard. They have to learn. Eva's carefully studied me as the last bit was added.
Did I know what I was looking at now? Enlighten me. That got a smile. Eva was pretty when she smiled. I imagined Eva in her leather, glove wrapped firmly about a whip handle as daughter whipped father. Smiling as she went about her work.
Abruptly Eva spun on her heel and walked off. Plenty to see! We came display cases. The
type with the opening glass top. Reaching in, a black leather glove lifted out a collection of steel rings.
Do you gag your father? When you whip him? It just came out. I expected Eva to react. Surprised at the question, maybe? Again the eye contact.
Mother jams her knickers in his mouth. She placed her finger to her chin, in thought. She often milks him into them first, then in they go! I don't do any of that.
I laughed. A sign of nerves. Surely, Eva was having me on. The reserved apperance masking an impish nature.
If you put this on. I'll milk you. Allright? Stunned again! But she was serious. A hand on my chest, her lips brushing my lips. As I moved my hands onto her hips, she spun out of reach.
You will need to be naked.
I didn't know how to react, what to say. But with Eva's fingers gripping my privates snd the pressure of the cuffs, I was now offering a rock hard erection. As a, hopefully finishing touch, a hinged bar swung up and separated each gonad.
Like the call of the siren. I stripped off and allowed Eva to click on what proved to be heavy duty steel cuffs. A wrist in each cuff and the solid and heavy central cuff severly closed and keyed about my balls, leaving me stooped over, a wrist locked either side to somewhat cruelly clamped and stretched balls.
Eva stood up, now standing slightly taller than me as I was locked bent over. Her leather gloved finger touched under my chin. Lifting my head up so, once again, our eyes met.
There's more! REALLY!!
Steel collar with chain. Upper arms leather cuffed and drawn back together, vastly increasing the pressure on my aching, though swollen, balls.
I stood motionless as Eva slowly circled.
Did I say I would milk you? I couldn't remember, but I said YES any way.
That searching, unreadable look from my young, auburn haired guide. And captor.
An arm on mine, and young, increasingly cruel, auburn tressed, Eva led me back to the whipping horse. In some form of bizzarre thinking I refrained from begging for mercy. Not wanting to appear weak? Not wanting dissapoint a young woman with unmanliness? Did her fathet beg Eva and her mother not to be whipped? Or was he the one demanding it?
With practised ease Eva secured me kneeling an end, my collar chained to yet another solid D Ring. Now I was worried.
Eva! Does your father asked to whipped?
For the first time Eva showed true emotion, in fact, she almost reeled with amazement.
No! Definately not! Mother milks him into used knickers and jams the mess into his mouth.
Eva walked a few paces behind me, smacking the crop into her palm. She leant close, the scent of perfume and leather hypnotizing me as I knelt, cuffed and collared.
He begs! And begs! Eva was excited. Very excited. Your turn!
There is no way of tracking the passing of time when nothing changes. Distressed and fighting down waves of panic and fear, I must have been abanded for a long time. Shazia must have abanded me some while ago. Left to silently rock from side to side in a futile effort to find a less horrible position. Nothing helped for more then a few seconds.
When I was untied I promise I would never, ever seek BDSM again. Just get up and flee. Never again.
The door was unlocked. Yes! Yes! Please untie me! Shazia for pity's sake please!
Shazia slowly walked around to where I could see here. So lovely. So naked. Hands on hips, legs slighty apart, proudly displaying a cloely shaven pussy. Was sex on the cards?
Hurry up! For Gods sake woman, let me go! I did't say that.Thankfully her knickers kept me quiet. Please untie me!
Only now I realized she was not only naked, but unsmiling. Crap.
"Mister 24 hour bondage man. Bored with the bondage of a mere woman?" Oh yeah. I might have mentioned women can't tie knots. In fact, I did say that as a joke. To stir Shazia up a lttle. Despite having many experiences where a women had tied me and there was never a chance of freeing myslf. Like now.
A foot rested on head. Pressing down and increasing my torment.
"DO YOU WANT ME TO FREE YOU?" Definately not happy. " I can walk out as easily as I walked in."
The surprising emotion I felt was wanting, to a degree, to stay bound.
Maybe Shazia guessed my conflicting feelings.She rolled me onto my side, increasing the already unbearable strain on the ropes.
Her hands held my head. Cosseted inches from her pussy. Sex, please Shazia!
"I could consider milking you. You would love that." Yes I would.
"But if I milk you, I leave you again.All tied up."
What to decide! Being left in the terrible state of predicament bondage appealed to my horror sex fantasy emotions. It would, however, be a nightmare.
Shasia decided for me Thank God! If she left me at least it wasn't my decison.
"You will use your tongue to make cum and then I'll milk you. OK? I tried to nod but she was already straddling my mouth.
But not before putting a nipple clamp on my foreskin, with leash attached. Now, I actually wasn't a fan of pussy licking - hard work. The gag was pulled from my mouth and operations began.
My tongue worrying Shaxia's clit while her fingers gripped my hair and her other hand vigorously yanked on the foreskin clamp. All the while I was in agony from longterm bondage.
Shazia came in my mouth. Copiously. By some blessing from the BDSM Gods I spurted almost at the same time, the emotion of orgasm surging painfully out the soles of my feet. Hot cum covering my stomach and chest. Soaking into the ropes that still held me prisoner.
"Please Shazia! I love you so much, but please, please untie me. Please!" I had reached my limit.
My petite dark haired beauty still continued to hold my hair. And the leash with nipple clamp that was now excruciatingly painful. Her pussy an inch from my mouth, still dripping her cum onto my lips.
My eyes scanned downwards and I was blessed with the sight of her buttock cheeks where they met her legs.
"Shazia. You have a beautiful arse!"
She rose slowly to her feet. Looked down at my still helpless, immobile, cruelly restrained body. My cock giving a few last jerks as semen leeked out onto my leg.
I managed to croak out through her cum lining my throat. "You are the perfect woman."
Without a word she stumbled out. And locked the door.
After meeting Shazia and spending lunch exchanging views on bdsm it seemed I had found my dream woman.
My views on bondage - heavy. Inescapable, tormenting and at times fearful were enthusiastically endorsed by the ever smiling Shazia.
And now I stood in an upstairs room in her house. Naked. My brown skinned beauty quickly, quietly and effeciently was roping my arms into a sort of Shibari tie.
"No, this is an Indian bind. Very different." And she slapped my face. Hard. I was stunned.Shazia isn't a big person, but that hurt!..The smile was diminished a bit as well.
" I' m concentrating. You think you can shut up?" That stunned me as much as the slap. The first display of verbal aggresion. I kept silent and before long I lay face down on her polished wooden floor. Arms bound up my back, balls cinched behind my thighs and tensioned up to the chest harness. With legs and ankles tied, effectively keeping the bound ball sac stretched painfully, Shazia ran the tension rope back to ankles and reefed on the cord until my shoulders and knees were partially lifted from the floor.
Total immobility. And a terribly painful impression my balls were being separated from my body. With full body weight crushing my cock, it was obvious I had a cracking erection.
How great was this. Well, great and not so. The position was an extremely tough one to be held in.
I had fully meant what I had said.. Shazia had been thrilled over lunch as I rattled on about predicament bondage. I couldn't now say " Sorry, any chance of wheeling it back a bit." That would be embarrassing for me and Shazia would be so dissappointed in me. I had to be prepared to enjoy this adventure. Live the dream!
A check of ropes and my captivating lovely crouched close to my face.
"You need to be gagged. What shall I use?"
I thought the same. If you can't speak, you can't disgrace the moment by panicking. First rule of heavy bondage. Don't panic.
Having thought that, maybe the over arousal from bondage and a ladies hands on my body? Shazia had freshened up her perfume. Strong and intoxicating.
Regardless. I said "Use your knickers".
She slapped my face. Harder than before. And slapped me again, with feeling. I was barely able to wriggle, she was able to slap me around all day, if she had a mind to.
The megawatt smile was gone. "Say again!"
And frig me, I did! I said " Shazia, push your hot knickers into my mouth!" I felt sick as I realized that i had actually said it! Another slap. Now I felt with fear.
And then I was alone. Utterly helpless. In a good deal of discomfit. My face hurt from all the slapping, my buttocks hurt from the strapping a patently miffed had administrated and I imagined that I could feel my balls being slowly torn from their cavity.
Shazia had walked out on me. I heard the door being shut and the doorlock thrown.
But not before this brown Goddess had jammed her knickers into my mouth, corded my lips to keep them in place and ground her heel into my, yes, into my balls.
Laying on the floor, looking upwards to see Shazia looking down, her beautiful smile back in place.
She raised a hand, opened and closed her fingers in a goodbye gesture. And left me.
The only sound my heartbeat. My thoughts only for Shazia. When, if, she returned for me, I planned to tell her she was the perfect woman.
After she pulled her knickers from between my lips.
Both in line for coffee when the lady standing beside me dropped her bag. And a set of handcuffs tipped out onto the floor. Bending to quickly retrieve the cuffs for the lady, I stood up to be met by the most beautiful smile.
She thanked me, I said " Better not lose those, because they are beautiful". I mean, Heavy Duty Blue Steel. Hinged. Crackers. Her smile radiated.
As she took the cuffs from me she said it was alright, she owned plenty more. I couldn't help myself, " Your husband is a very lucky man."
No husband. Great!
With that a friendship began. Instead of a quick coffee we went for lunch. A long lunch.
So, Shazia was not married. Not now anyway. I told her I couldn't believe any man could let her go. She laughed at that, but didn't elaborate. We sat and talked and laughed.
Turned out Shazia had developed a long lasting and deep interest in bondage quiet young. This turned into something of an obsession. Cut a long story short, Shazia had collected a vast range of restraints 'and such'.
While we talked and ate. I kept adding 'great, wow' and similar. She never stopped smiling. And the smile lit up her eyes. Was this love at first sight?
She leant back in her chair. Pointed a finger at me. "Now it's your turn. Tell me your dreams."
Perhaps I might held back. A little. Instead of giving away everything. But. we really had clicked. I mean, be who you are, not say what you think a person might want to hear.
Basically I told of MY love of heavy predicament bondage. If you even suspect you can escape, it spoils the enjoyment. Shazia laughed, " Ooh! Escape! "
Torment, not torture, to occupy my thoughts about the situation while I've been left to stew. Awkward, heavy bondage with a bit of pain.
Her beautiful brown eyes had flickered when I said ' torture'.
Shazia put her hand over mine and stroked me with her slim brown fingers.
"What if I were to truss you like a dog. Have you begging me not be so very cruel, and then left you like that?" That smile. Those eyes!
Swept up in the moment. And over stimulated, I said what a man never says to woman, "I wont beg. Unless it's to beg you for more. "
To make things even worse I told Shazia I prayed her bondage skills were as challenging as she boasted. Yes, I actually said 'boasted'.
That big smile and the crystal clear eyes sremed to become hard as I waffled on. Still, there must be an element of fear in BDSM. And I said that as well.
When Shazia suggested we move on to her place, I jumped at the chance.
So, we house men and women who... . Well, not so much 'house' as 'keep' . Forcibly force, yes, that sums it up. Males and females are bought to us and we restrain them physically.
Yep! I'm starting to get to it.
Friends, enemies, family and even strangers can arrange for a person's confinement.
Mainly family. Although, having said that, we have no problem with an individual nabbing a complete stranger and delivering here. Against their will. Totally against their will. As long as we get paid.
Which is the reason for this broadcast. See, virtually nobody is keen on strict confinement. Heavy to very heavy, 24/7 restrainment. I think that's a word?
Boy, do we strap them up. Oh! I could tell you!
Oh! Yeah! This guy in the image. See. A 'client' is delivered, documented and marked on the the arm and buttock.
Most importantly, payment details are sorted. No money. We aren't interested. Everyone, repeat everyone is registered and paid.
Except. And yeah, yes, here is my point.
Not this guy. No idea.
This guy has to be kept in the heaviest restraint. Well, has, you know. Some actually enjoy the straps and chains. Women prefer the straps. I know I would. Yeah. Sometimes I imagine that I'm trussed like a piglet and getting... .
Back to 'Client X'. He shakes and struggles and tries to yell through the gag. Love it. Makes the work worthwhile.
Share a story. Went to put rings on his genitals, but he startrd to harden up before I could. Used brute force to get his balls through steel rings that were now WAY too small. Same with forcing the cock ring down to the base of cock. Really jammed that puppy on.
He's thrashing about with this erection jerking, and balls a sort of blue-red. Got sick of it after a while and open palm slapped those swollen, compressed ball things. I felt they were begging for it.
Moral of story. If you act up a female carer is going to hit were it hurts and you are going to fold like a jack knife.
So much fun. Where was I going with that? Oh yeah.
So we're not getting paid and by rights should just unbuckle him and chuchuch him out. But.
You know, he's sort of like a pet.
Just remembered. Paying Clients get 'relief'. Males milked, right? He's not paying so no molking.
Those cock and ball rings have him rock hard most of the time. He is going crazy.
All the more reason to hold onto him.
Oh! Oh! If you think you know his idendity, can pay his bill?
I realised that I had been slipped a sedative after about half a glass, then nothing until I came to hooded and gagged. Immobile bar for a small amount of writhing room.
The blindfold was off but the soft plug gag was still safely in place.
A blue eyed blonde was up close and personal. Crazy blue eyes.
"I've gone to the trouble to immobilize you with 'Kevlatex'. " She ran her red gloved fingers over my hooded face.
"Try to escape all you want" Her eyes lit up as she cooed, almost seductively. Glossy red lips pressed against my gag and I instintively attempted to pull back.
"Bad! Bad boy! Don't reject me!" I was roughly rolled over, a leather boot hard against my shoulder as her hand repeatidly smacked my helpless bottom. I could only lie their and be the target of maybe 20 hits of her palm.
Rolled back over onto my back, eyes full of tears, Blondie kissed my tears and then lip pressed my lips. This time I stayed still.
Those eyes scared the living daylights out of me!
Slowly lowering her head to my chest, pinching a nipple between finger and thumb, rolling squeezing and pulling. Painful yet sort of stimulating.
"Can you feel the plug up your arse?"
Now I could. Big, metal, intrusive and unwelcome.
"It's electrified. Remind you of me when I leave you alone."
Scared became terrified. It was very obvious there was no escape from the bonds. And those eyes were freaking me out!
"You know I go after the nice guys. Men who don't deserve to be taken." She lifted her head from my chest and pressed a cheek against my hooded face.
"Men. Kind men that look after women. And I will look after you Make you pay!." Her eyes were fully open, a weird smile on those bright red lips.
I was struggling, twisting in the KevLatex. Desparate to be free. Leather gloved fingers squasing a tortured nipple.
The other hand held a set of keys.
"Your cock is locked in 'The Bison' . It's a stainless steel cage." Only then came realization of intense pain in my genitals.
"When the cock is totally flacid, I bend the cock back over itself so the head is pointing backwards." A gloved hand was stroking my face as she spoke.
"The steel ribs slide over the shafts until they butt up under the foreskin and a clamp locks behind the balls to stop it coming off." My Kidnapper was becoming visibly excited explaining the terrible procedure.
Blondie continued, grabbing a testicle to illistrate.
"Each ball is squeezed sideways through these rings as far as I can pull them, and then clamped in place." Leather fingers stroked my cock and balls.
I had never felt pain like this.
She pushed her body away from my helpless torso and I heard her boot steps on the concrete floor. The face! She leant down over me, a heavy iron collar in her hands. Locked the thing around my neck and gave attached chain a few good hard yanks.
"You wont escape. No-one ever has." A boot on chest as she stood over me.
"I'm doing a terrble, cruel thing to a nice, lovely man who doesn't deserve any of this."
She lifted a glove, opened and closed her hand a few times.
"Bye, now!"
With that, I heard her heels click as she walked away.
When I offered a place to stay to my nephew, I already had my plans set.
He wasn't that bad a lad. A little opiniated, headstrong and overly proud. Perfect for a course in behavoural learning.
The first days were the best. He woke dressed head to toe in rubber, leather cuffed by wrists and ankles to a steel framed bed. Was not pleased. Swore and cursed. Thrashed wildly about until worn out.
Carrot and stick. With one hand gripping his balls, which were quickly swelling, I began a slow, but hard spanking.
No! Please! Don't! Stop!
Isn't that 'Please don't stop?' I didn't stop slapping his hard buttocks until he came in my hand. That took the fight out of him!
Of course we've had our ups and downs. But keeping my rubber boy in heavy, often uncomfotable restraints at ALL TIMES, is the key. And always in rubber.
Milestones? Well a few. The first time I placed him kneeling, wrists pulled through between his legs and fixed inside either ankle. I sat on his arse and shared the news of an addition to his diet.
What a performance! I would be feeding him his own cum. Teach my pet humilty.
He actually begged me! Begged me not to do it!
A logical step up from swallowing my cum. A lesson here. Really changes a young mans perspective on a woman when she has him bound and helpless. Gives him a harsh strapping. And note here an undeseved beating. Then commands 'Begin!'
Took a while to get him up to speed at pussy worrying, but in the end worth it.
And he cried as he licked my issue from the inside of my thighs! No sexual release for my captive. Er, trainee.
No. Captive.
So here we are. Time to pull him back into line.
"Now, young man, when I ask you, with all kindness, to take my boot heel in your mouth and suck. I demand passion!"
"Do you understand me!"
That last line was thundered at him. I love it when he shows fear.
