"It all worked out better than we had expected. Jeff got permission to use the cottage his parents own up on Lake Winnebago for the following weekend. We drove up there on Friday afternoon as soon as school was out, the trunk and backseat of the car filled with bondage equipment and costumes. Before leaving I let my hair down all the way back and then tied it Viking-style in a single braid at the back of my neck. I then changed into a very brief mini-dress that I had never worn publicly before, together with charcoal-colored pantyhose and high-heeled patent leather pumps.

"That weekend I really found out what it was like to be a bondagette, and it all started the minute we got into the car! On an impulse, Jeff decided that some partial restraint was in order right then and there. As a result, I soon found my hands tied behind my back while my knees and ankles were tied together quite tightly. He then pulled my mini-dress back until the body-sheath of my pantyhose was well on display. Blushing and helpless, I sat like that all the way to Lake Winnebago.

"The white rope made a vivid contrast with my dark pantyhose, so anyone who looked in the car could have seen that I was tied up. Although that was exquisitely embarrassing and made me feel very anxious, I also found it kind of exciting to think that someone might see me in bondage with my dress pulled up so boldly. "Jeff wouldn't untie me even after we reached the cottage. Instead, after helping me out of the car be escorted me up the driveway with my legs and wrists still tied. Hopping and feeling thoroughly embarrassed and silly, I was just sure someone would drive along the road and see me, but no one did. He finally got me inside the cottage where he stood me facing a wall in the corner, while be unpacked the car. "Finally, I was released and allowed to change into a leather outfit. This consisted of the leather dress that you saw in the first photograph, arm-length black kid gloves, black nylon hose and garter belt, and my best pair of boots-four-inch high-heeled patent leather boots that come over the knee and are laced all the way down in front. Jeff laced me into the boots himself, making me sit on a chair with my hands tied behind my back while he did so.

"To get us in the mood for sex, we began experimenting with various bondage positions. The furniture in the cottage was mostly of the outdoor wooden type that is ideal for bondage. Over the space of the next couple of hours, I found myself tied in various positions over the chairs, the tables, and the bed. I didn't utter a peep to complain, mainly because my mouth was fully packed with an oversize handkerchief held firmly in place by a scarf tied at the back of my head. At some stage of the proceedings, Jeff added a combination mask and helmet made of leather that completely covered my head and the upper half of my face, leaving me in total blackness. While tying me in these various positions, he was continually using his hands to caress and pinch and otherwise torment me. Since I was wearing nothing beneath my leather dress except my garter belt, I was completely defenseless against his hands. Getting felt up when you can't do a thing to protect yourself is always twice as exciting, and I'm sure it wasn't hard for him to see the reaction I was having. "During this time I could hear him hammering and doing some work of some sort, but it wasn't until later that I discovered that he had been fastening a couple of pulleys to one of the beams in the cottage ceiling. Finally I was untied and while still masked and gagged was led to a position directly under the pulleys. Jeff tied my gloved wrists together very securely, and then tied that rope to another rope strung over one of the pulleys.

"Of course, I didn't realize what was happening until my arms suddenly started pulling upward. A moment later, I was standing barely on tiptoe and every muscle of my body was pulled taut. Since I couldn't make a sound, I tried to protest by shaking my head but of course he wasn't deterred by that. My legs were free but not for long. Taking a two-foot-long metal bar with leather cuffs at each end, he quickly snapped the cuffs around my ankles which left my booted legs spread in a wide inverted V. Boy, did I feel helpless, vulnerable, and uncomfortable!

"Without further ado, he proceeded to pull my leather dress up completely to my waist, securing it there with a belt around my waist. Realizing how much I was exposing myself, I would have screamed if it weren't for the gag. As it was, I had no choice but to stand there blushing and feeling horribly immodest. Once he had me trussed up to his satisfaction, completely helpless and exposed, he started tormenting me with his hands. He even took a leather riding crop and starting smacking my bottom with it, rather lightly and just enough to make me all warm and itchy back there. He continually kept his fingers between my legs while he was doing that, and it wasn't long before he had me in a frenzy.

"I was just dying for him to take me right then and there, and was wishing he would remove the gag so I could tell him so. But he didn't have to be told what I wanted. In a few moments I suddenly felt his hard thing brushing against me and realized that he intended to take me from behind! The idea of being possessed from behind like that, as if I were some kind of animal, while all tied up and gagged, was intensely humiliating, but at the same time almost unbelievably exciting. Of course, there wasn't a thing I could do to stop him. Suddenly I felt that powerful, rock-hard muscle separating the lips of my vulva and sliding forcefully into my vagina. Gripping my breasts firmly, almost roughly, he began pumping back and forth with vigorous thrusts that nearly took my breath away. It was rough, raw, almost savage sex, and I was nearly crazy with excitement although I was intensely uncomfortable in so many ways I lost track of them. We both came with a wild spasm.

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