Road Traffic Bondage ( F/M )

[LunaDog]

ROAD TRAFFIC BONDAGE!

I knew that I was in trouble the moment I saw the three bright red brake lights come on. For the car I was following appeared to be almost brand new, and was clean, giving the impression that everything, including the brakes of course, would be functioning correctly. Very much unlike the jalopy I was driving. With no M.O.T. certificate, and quite frankly it was in no condition to be able to pass the required test in order to achieve obtaining one of those. Very much including the braking system being nowhere near a fully operating state. So, even though I tried my best to steer away from said vehicle when it stopped safely, I was unable to avoid hitting it. Causing some, sure it was at very slow speed so not too much, damage to it, even if it was purely cosmetic, and the vehicle would still be completely drivable.

Well, I hear you all say, surely your insurance would cover this? It might have done if I’d actually had an insurance policy active, but even if I had it would almost certainly have been declared invalid because of the totally unroadworthy condition of the absolute heap of junk that I was driving.

The driver’s door of the ‘victim’ vehicle opened and out stepped a woman who appeared to be in her late 30’s or early 40’s, roughly twice my own 22-year-old age. But, just as her car was clearly expensive, and very stylish so was the clothing that she was adorned in. A beautiful matching leather jacket and short skirt, that only just concealed whether the very sheer nylon covering her legs was in the form of stocking or tights. And the lovely blouse immediately underneath said jacket was obviously manufactured of the very finest satin. This was clearly a lady of real class and style, fully possessing the financial wherewithal to back up her expensive tastes. In other words, she was rich. Utterly unlike me, of course.

Beautiful though she was, of course I was now beholden to her to some degree. And my immediate problem was to try and prevent her calling the police. So, perhaps it was time to lay on the flattery with a trowel. “Good morning, Ma’am,” I began, “I do apologise unreservedly. Such a beautiful car as well, however, its own wonderful, good looks being well and truly exceeded by those of the stylish and quite luscious lady driving it.”

“That’s all very well and good, young man, but it’s not quite so pretty now, is it?” Pointing right at the spot where I’d collided with it, the dent and scratched paintwork. “How do you intend to pay for this? By the look of both yourself and this rust heap you’re driving I’d guess that you don’t have a valid insurance policy. Do you even have a driver’s licence?”

Ah, yes, I did actually have one of those, but it wasn’t full, only provisional. Meaning that I should have been displaying ‘L’ plates on both the front and rear of my vehicle, and shouldn’t have been driving alone, I should have been accompanied by somebody holding a full licence, having passed the obligatory ‘driving test.’ Which, of course, I wasn’t.

She looked me up and down for a bit, making me rather nervous to be honest. And suddenly she made her play. “Well young man, the way I see it, you’d be in quite some serious trouble if I was to call the police out to deal with this situation, wouldn’t you? So, as it’s been quite a while since my considerable sexual appetite was fully fed, and you’re a good-looking lad,” which to be honest I was, “I’m going to offer you an alternative to a legal resolution. You will drive to wherever you normally park this pile of junk, I’ll follow you as my brakes actually work, park up and join me in my car. Wherein we’ll go back to mine, and you will spend the rest of this day in my bed, servicing my sexuality. Well, what’s it to be?”

I mean, what do you think I was going to choose? Yes, she may well have been old enough to be my mother, but this was most definitely a ‘mother I’d like to fuck,’ be in no doubt about it!
“Yes Ma’am. I’ll gladly give you just what you’re asking for.”
“Good. We’d best be on our way then.”

Therefore, I climbed back into my own car, and as I started to drive away from the scene, my face formed into a rather satisfied smile. I mean, couldn’t this situation that had seemed so dangerous for me have turned out any better? There I was dreading becoming embroiled in some very serious legal problems, but now? Instead, I was heading towards several hours of, well let’s face it, sexual pleasure. Sure, my female companion might well be considerably older than me, maybe she wouldn’t have been my first choice for a sexual liaison, but hey? She was still utterly gorgeous, despite her advanced years, and I fully anticipated a good time ahead on this day. What had seemed so disastrous initially was clearly now going to be so fantastic.

Finally, I reached home, well the ‘squat’ where I laid my head at night and abandoned my unroadworthy car on the patch of waste land where I normally left it, then as ordered I climbed into the passenger seat of ‘Ma’am’s’ almost brand-new top of the range Mercedes. She waited patiently whilst I fastened my safety belt, and then all of a sudden, the situation changed completely from what I had expected and wanted.

For I had believed that the sex that ‘Ma’am’ had demanded as her condition of overlooking our little contretemps would be, pardon the pun here, ‘driven’ by me. That, once in her bed, it would be me dictating the pace and setting the agenda. Which I fully intended to thoroughly enjoy, believing that my considerable ability between the sheets would ensure a good time for all. A not entirely empty boast, by the way, I was a skilled lover, as many of my previous female companions had truthfully informed me.

But as my lips responded to her own successfully seeking them, and I closed my eyes during the very passionate kiss that then ensued, suddenly I became aware of a series of ‘clicks’ as ‘Ma’am’ enclosed my two wrists in the cold steel of a pair of solid and totally secure pair of handcuffs! I had just been taken by her, be in NO doubt of that!

Not that she’d finished just yet, you understand. For out of one of her jacket pockets she produced a short length of silk bondage tie. Feeding this though one of the links of the chain linking the two cuffs together, she firmly tied this around the lower part of the safety belt. Meaning that I was now fully captured by her, I could hardly move, with escape from her plans for me utterly impossible now.

A message that she duly confirmed, in no uncertain terms. “What? Did you really believe that you’d have things your own way? That I would be the one dancing to your tune? Oh no Sweetheart, things aren’t going to work that way at all. You see, you are now the sexual property of me, Imogen Standford. Your body and your life are now mine, MINE to do with exactly what I want, how I want and for as long as I want, with you having no say in the matter whatsoever. And your situation is utterly perfect for my needs and wishes. You’re of no fixed abode, and I’m more than willing to bet that car you were driving is not officially registered at all. In short you can disappear, as it were, and nobody will really notice. And even those who do, your friends for example, no doubt live their lives in the same highly illegal manner and therefore will not feel safe in reporting said disappearance to the relevant authorities. So, until I, and ONLY I, decide otherwise you are now nothing more than my personal sex toy. And boy, are we going to have sex? Kinky, VERY kinky, sex! And all of it to MY tune, not yours.”

[Jenny_S]

I'm sure Imogen is going the play the young man like a finely tuned fiddle.

[Scarfgagme]

Please more great start

[LunaDog]

I'm sure Imogen is going the play the young man like a finely tuned fiddle.

Maybe she will! But, can she play him as well as @Caesar73 's utterly magnificent Anna Romanov can play the violin?

[LunaDog]

Please more great start

Thank you for those kind words. Oh, and yes, there definitely IS more to come!

[LunaDog]

With that I suddenly lost my power of sight completely, as Imogen placed a very effective blindfold over my eyes, one of those expensive, ‘proper’ ones, that allowed no light whatsoever to penetrate, reducing my world to complete darkness. “After all Sweetheart, I don’t want you having any idea as to precisely where I’m now going to take you, do I? To where you will live the rest of your days utterly within my sexual captivity!”

The journey to wherever Imogen had chosen took about thirty minutes, time for me to fully assess this new situation in which I found myself. For, if I wasn’t rich in monetary terms at all, the one thing I did pride myself in was my independence of spirit. I’d fully promised myself that I’d never be beholden to anybody, I’d never surrender myself to convention. But here I was, apparently destined to become a slave of someone else, even if my ‘duties’ would appear to be enjoyable, sexual slavery to a very attractive woman. You see, pleasurable as this new life seemed to be, it would involve myself be totally subservient to another human being, and that was something I just couldn’t stomach. However, certainly for the present time, what could I do to prevent it? Imogen held all the aces here, I was firmly held in her bondage, with her calling all of the shots. And I knew enough about her by now, to know that she was no fool. Escaping from her plans would not be easy, obviously for now I’d simply have to endure just what she intended until she made some sort of mistake. Besides I might well enjoy her attentions.

When we did arrive at just where she wanted, Imogen was extremely careful not to offer any chance to avoid her intentions. Once we’d clearly passed into some sort of garage, I heard the door closing, guessing, correctly as it turned out, that we were now completely out of sight of the rest of the world. Just Imogen and me then. She untied my binding cuffs from the seatbelt alright, only to use a longer tie to secure them around my waist, effectively rendering my arms and hands as useless to me. Like I say, no fool.

She guided me out of the car, and the garage into the main house of her residence, and then clearly into a basement room, having descended another set of stairs. I’d just entered her dungeon, my home for as long as Imogen Standford wished to keep me as her toy. Not that I could see anything of just where she’d taken me. A state of affairs that continued, as a chloroform filled cloth was placed over my mouth and nose, meaning that I passed out into a state of complete unconsciousness.

There’d be no escape possible for me when I ‘came to’ a little later, for Imogen had been busy in the meantime. Firstly, I was now completely naked, having no idea just what she’d done with my clothing, deducing that I’d probably never see it again. I awoke to find myself in a kind of wet room, expensive and classy by the look of things, for I could see again now. However, if I’d been allowed the power of sight once more, there was a ‘trade off’ because I now couldn’t move. My legs had been cuffed to rings in the floor, and as for my arms, they had been stretched upwards, to also be secured to ceiling mounted rings. I was held very effectively.

I’m not sure whether I’d been under observation whilst I was in the ‘land of nod’ but a naked Imogen appeared almost as soon as I awoke, giving the impression that I had been. God, she was gorgeous, but when I say naked, I wasn’t totally accurate with that statement, for she indeed did wear something. A large strap-on dildo! Which immediately drew my attention, as you could well imagine.

“Well then, before I start on you, which is something I most certainly intend to, I think you need a damn good clean. Get that stench of your previous lifestyle well and truly eliminated before I allow my body to touch yours!”

Imogen grabbed a shower head, one she could and did move about. Switching it on, she at least had the decency to allow the temperature of the water being emitted by it to stabilise at a comfortable level, before introducing it to my helpless body. One that, just as she had promised to, she cleaned thoroughly, applying both shampoo to my hair, and shower gel to the rest of my form. Washing off with the water, before fixing the shower head into position where it continued to feed water where it cascaded over my held body.

I heard her voice within one of my ears. “Well, Sweetheart, have you ever been pegged before?”
“No, Imogen. I haven’t had the pleasure.”
“That’s MISTRESS Imogen to you!”
“Yes Mistress. Sorry Mistress.”
“That’s better. Now, back to my question. I guess that you haven’t. Ever had sex under a shower before?”
“Yes, that is one of life’s pleasures that I have enjoyed with a woman. Just not in the manner that you’re clearly intending though.”
“So, this will still be a first for you then? Don’t worry by the way, I am very experienced at using this,” giving her silicon ‘cock’ a loving tap, “and know that I have to be careful, using plenty of lubricate for example. I want to keep you as my sex slave for life, so the last thing I want is to ‘damage’ you in any way, now that should give you some re-assurance.” Yes Imogen, I suppose in some strange way, it did!

Imogen kept her word, actually switching the water off while she ‘prepared’ my arse for insertion of her ‘toy.’ Also applying a large amount of lube to her tool itself. Which she very gently began to insert, invading my anus like it had never been subjected to before. But Imogen’s claim to know what she was about was genuine as I soon began to realise. Once she had lubed my arse sufficiently, she actually introduced her ‘tool’ to it, gently inserting, pausing before penetrating my sphincter. Allowing me to recover from the shock of that before going any further. But using this apparent ‘break’ to restore the flow of water, which I found to my astonishment really added to the occasion.

Once Imogen had fully inserted her tool into my anus, she paused for a moment, before withdrawing it, again slowly. Only to re-insert it, and thus the cycles began, each one a little faster than the previous, until by now Imogen was really pumping me, as the water continued to pour over us. Now ones of her hands wrapped itself around my body and found my totally erect cock. Which she pumped at the same frequency as her anal thrusts! God, just how much more of this could I take?

Not a lot as it turned out. Soon Imogen’s hand became covered in my seed, for my cock pumped its spunk all over it, as my climax arrived. But, if she was annoyed about that, it would take some time before she could express it. For her strap-on contained a small attachment that ‘tickled’ her clitoris during her exertions and succeeded in bringing her to an almost simultaneous climax herself. Meaning that she was a bit too ‘busy’ to bollock me for dirtying her hand!

In fact, praise was what I received when Imogen did calm down. “Wow Sweetheart, that was sensational. Got to admit I was impressed, and now I know I’ve made a smart move in taking you as my new slave. Yes, good times are ahead it seems. But it rather appears time to move things onto a bed, now that you’re clean at last. And maybe I’ll ditch this,” indicating her strap-on. “I have this notion that I’m going to enjoy this implement instead!” Taking hold of my now, slightly deflated, cock. It did need to re-charge as it were!

Well, I thought to myself, maybe now I’ll get a chance to escape from this crazy woman? But Imogen showed that she was no idiot, keeping my legs chained to the floor whilst she released my arms. But she’d left the cuffs around my wrists still fitted, and then used one of the pairs to secure my arms together behind my back. Leaving a cuff from the other pair ‘loose’ as it were, and I’d soon discover why. After drying my body and hair completely, Imogen led me out of the ‘wet room,’ which I discovered was an ‘annex’ to a far larger room. Containing a large, luxurious bed, covered in pure black satin. To be honest, the sight of this would, in different circumstances have turned me on greatly, but being totally helpless in the firm grip of another still rankled at this stage of my capture by the utterly gorgeous Imogen Standford.

Who guided me to the bed, sitting me down on its satin surface close to one of the four solid corner bedposts. Where that ‘loose’ cuff came into play, as Imogen snapped it around said post, fastening it shut and meaning that, if not in any final form, I was now attached to this item of furniture. She now fetched another set of cuffs, snapping those around my ankles, reducing my chances of escape from her intentions even further. Because her next move was to release my arms from their bondage to each other, but very momentarily, as she re-fastened them, but now in front of my torso. “Slide onto the bed please, Sweetheart!”

I was almost in a trance here, not really with it to be honest, as I, with some degree of difficulty being chained up to a large degree, obeyed. Now Imogen released one of my ankles from the cuffs binding them, only to reattach that, now loose, cuff around one of the bed posts of the lower bed frame. Fetching another set, to imprison my other leg to the opposite post. Nearly finished then! All she needed to do now was release the cuff binding to the one of my arms that wasn’t directly chained to a bed post, move it over to the other side, and re-fasten it to the post of the other side. That was it then, I was now completely chained to the corners of this bed, in a spread-eagled form, ready for her to ravish! Which the dirty smile on her gorgeous face told me was her full intention now!

But not just yet it seemed. For Imogen stood up, and looking me straight into my eyes, said. “Now just you stay there please, I’m just going to get changed a little.” And then dis-appeared from the room, leaving me wondering just what she’d meant by that announcement.

It didn’t take long for me to find out. Imogen remerged only minutes later; her legs now encased in the very sheer nylon of a pair of utterly delicious black stockings, held up by a beautiful satin suspender belt. Which my cock showed its appreciation of, in a manner that my captor fully noticed. “I see. So, you’re a ‘stockings and suspenders’ man, are you? Hardly a surprise, in my experience most, if not all, males are. But,” and her smile became even more suggestive, “have you ever worn any yourself? No? Maybe it’s time for you to try some!”

A suggestion that only increased my horror of this complete situation. “Please no, Mistress Imogen! Please allow me to keep some dignity!” Her response?

To sit down on the bed right alongside me, starting to stroke my imprisoned pins. “Dignity? That is a strange word to be used by somebody who lived in a squat and doesn’t work for a living. What makes you think gives you the right to employ such a term? Oh no Sweetheart, it rather looks as if the reality of your situation hasn’t dawned on you yet, has it? That you BELONG to me now, and if I say that you’ll wear stockings, then you damn well WILL! Is that clear enough for you? And in fact, such disrespect has earned you a rather dubious privilege. For not only are you going to put into some stockings, but you’ll be also wearing the very ones that I was adorned in myself when I captured you. And no, they haven’t been washed yet, they still very much, have my scent all over them!

Once more Imogen dis-appeared, if only for a short period of time, returning with another belt and pair of nylon stockings in her hands, together with some other items, that I really didn’t like the look of. Some sort of razor, and what appeared to be a bottle of hair removal cream. She put those items down, on a dressing table, before approaching the bed, stockings in her hands. Which, just as she reached me, she held to her own face and took a deep sniff. “Ah, Sweetheart, I’m pleased to be able to inform you that, yes, my sexual arousal that me taking you as my slave induced as still there to a large extent! How exciting! I mean, I DID warn you that I’m very kinky, didn’t I?”

She now wafted said items under my own nose, where I could now smell her scent for myself. “Excited Sweetheart? You should be! God, do you have any idea of how much the prospect of shagging you utterly senseless is turning me on? But, before I introduce the skin of your own legs to these delights in my hands, I have to remove the hair upon them first. To give you the full benefit of just how great they’ll feel!”

I was absolutely terrified by now, but what could I do to stop her? Nothing, as it soon became clear. Imogen grabbed her razor and began to attack the hair on my legs, removing it all, before applying the cream to ensure that she’d done a thorough job. And, then as if this hadn’t been humiliating enough, a dirty smile formed on her lips as she stared at the hair covering my balls and the base of my cock. Now, I knew to my complete despair, just what she was going to do right next!

Unfortunately, it proved that I’d guessed correctly, Imogen took hold of my cock, which became even harder if that was possible at the feel of her touch, to steady it as she used her razor to good effect. Within a minute all, yes ALL, of my pubic hair had gone. As Imogen again grabbed her removal cream, giving my region a damn good portion of it!

Still Imogen hadn’t quite finished yet. With me powerless to prevent it she used the combination of the razor and removal cream to deny my body of all its hair, as well as my face. Leaving me with only that on top of my head, and for a brief moment of real fear I thought she might attack that too! Thankfully not.

“Right Sweetheart, now that task is done, time for your skin on your legs to be introduced to the very real delight of sheer nylon!” Imogen released my left leg, slid her suspender belt over the foot, which she then encased in sheer nylon. Taking the stocking just above the ankle, she now snapped the cuff back around the, now nylon coated, ankle. “Can’t be too careful, now can we, Sweetheart?”

Her attentions transferred themselves to my right leg, which became ‘loose’ again, only the slid over to basically join its companion. So that Imogen could, and did, move the belt over that foot, meaning she placed this item into position around my waist. Ready for the stockings to move upwards. However, first she needed to cover my right foot and ankle, after which she restored my spread-eagled imprisonment to her bed.

Now there was the task of moving the nylon up my legs to the awaiting clasps of the suspenders for Imogen to perform, and she was in no hurry. She had clearly decided to make this entire process as teasing as possible, because as one of her hands actually performed the task, the other ‘wandered’ over my legs and especially my ‘tools’ in such a manner as to stoke up my excitement levels to the absolute maximum. However, utterly skilled as she was, Imogen knew just when to stop before things went beyond THAT point, stoking up my frustrations beyond measure! Something that she did again and again!

Her teasing had been so effective that to be honest it was quite a relief when Imogen finally attached the clasps of the suspenders to the nylon stockings that had eventually moved up my pins to be able to meet them. And now two things became clear to me. Firstly, Imogen’s suggestion that I would, in fact, delight in the feel of the sheer nylon against my skin would feel good proved to be, if anything, understated! They felt absolutely delicious! Added to the undeniable excitement generated by the knowledge that she had until recently worn them herself, and, as she had informed me, they still contained a strong hint of her scent, simply turned me on even further, something I wouldn’t have thought possible.

Yes, beyond any doubt there were now two completely contrasting emotions dominating my entire form at this precise moment. One was total sexual anticipation, Imogen was playing with my libido with complete success, by now I wanted her more than anything else in my, admittedly limited, world at this point. The other was that despite of her considerable skill level, something that Imogen was employing to so effectively, the indignation remained. Even if I was enjoying her attentions fully, and believe me by now I was, I was still only here by her choice and not mine. But what could I do about it? Nothing. So, in myself I resolved to simply enjoy just what Imogen clearly planned for me, escaping from her imprisonment could wait until after the sex session she clearly intended to subject me to. A session, that for me anyway, would take place in complete darkness, for Imogen reached under the pillow on which my head rested, and withdrew that blindfold from earlier. Which, once she had placed it into position over my eyes, reduced my world to utter blackness.

Meaning I could see nothing of her whatsoever, as she totally utilised those skills of hers to full effect. Earlier here I had boasted of my own abilities between the sheets, and as stated those claims are not empty ones. But I soon discovered that Imogen’s sexuality definitely exceeded my own and by quite some margin. She kept me ‘at it’ for a time period that will remain with me for the rest of my life, as quite simply mind blowing, induced the most intense climaxes, that levels of which I hadn’t even imagined possible let alone tasted before, for both her and me again and again and yet again! Oh, believe me I’d enjoyed many an exciting time with a female in bed, mostly with myself setting the agenda, with the vast majority of those times most enjoyable and exhilarating, but none, NONE, of them get anywhere close to just what Imogen Standford subjected me to in her hands that day. Be in NO doubt here, Ladies and Gentlemen, what we are talking about here is a total, utter and complete ‘sexpert!’

Until, totally exhausted, she called a halt to proceedings, with me partially dis-appointed, but with the rest of me relieved for I was utterly shattered too! As Imogen’s drained body almost collapsed upon mine, she removed the blindfold and used what strength she had left to kiss my lips with her own, passionately!

“WOW, Sweetheart! Now, THAT was a good start to our relationship, wasn’t it? I’m not sure if I’ve ever enjoyed a sex session quite that much, it seems that we are meant to be together! And that’s just the start, after all you are now mine for the rest of our days!”

And, with that statement Imogen almost totally deflated the excitement she had so skilfully built up in me. For she reminded me, completely, that as enjoyable as what had just occurred had been, it had taken place with myself having no say in the matter. It was simply what she had decided would happen. Bringing me back down to earth by reminding me that I was her undeniable captive, I was held, against my will by her now. And for the foreseeable future, she’d just made that crystal clear. But I could be cunning too, and I accepted that it might be best to ‘pretend’ that I’ve ‘surrendered’ to her! After all it is a genuine fact that I thoroughly enjoyed just what had happened. And discovered that I do utterly enjoy sex whilst subjected to bondage! Something I wasn’t aware of beforehand.

“Mistress Imogen, that can only be described as fantastic. I have never enjoyed sex more!” A true statement, to be honest. “I look forward to entertaining you again.” Another truth.

“Good. But I’m going to have to leave you now, you’ve completely reduced me to a condition of being utterly spent. No more sex today then.” With that she undid one of my ankles, before snapping yet another cuff around it. However, this one was attached to a long chain, before finishing with another cuff, which Imogen snapped around the bed post.

“Now, pay attention here, Sweetheart. This chain will not allow you to reach the door to this room, but once I’ve released your limbs from their present bondage, which I will do soon, you will be able to reach those three areas there.” Pointing at three doors within this room, two on one side and the third on the other. “That one is a fully equipped kitchen, help yourself to any food within. I intend to look after you, now that you’re mine. And the other door on that side is the bathroom, which you’ve already sampled. The third over there has some exercise equipment within, feel free to make full use of it. I want you to keep your body in good shape, let’s be honest.”

Now Imogen released all of my limbs from the bondage that had held them for over two hours now, before climbing off of the bed, and retiring to the extreme end of the room, where the entrance was located. “Here, I’m out of your reach. To ensure that you don’t do anything stupid. Not that I expect you to, you seem to have a decent brain inside of that head of yours. Please don’t force me to change that opinion.” With that she walked through the solid door, and I plainly heard her lock it. As if it was necessary, as she’d stated I couldn’t reach it, and as a possible sign of the respect I had for her, I didn’t even attempt to disprove that statement. But that wasn’t enough for this woman, I could hear her also slide a bolt shut outside, holding it in that position with a padlock. Just reinforcing the message that I was now her complete carnal captive, and escape from her plans for me appeared to be non-existent.

So, as in a completely shattered state I just laid on the bed that Imogen had chained me to, even if I could actually leave it, I contemplated my position. I was now Imogen’s total slave, there was no doubt about that, totally beholden to her, and my life to be determined by her wishes and not my own, even if said wishes would be thoroughly enjoyable, as had been the case just now. But the fact that I was ‘owned’ by her completely rankled, it went right against the grain!

However, what could I do about it? Nothing it seemed. How could I possible leave this room? I was chained to the bed here, sure the chain was long enough to allow me to move, to eat, toilet and even exercise, as I’d been informed, and truthfully to be honest. But it wouldn’t allow me to reach the door to this room, and even if it had, what then? The door was not only locked but had a padlocked shut bolt on the other side, the side I couldn’t reach. There was no way that I had the means to open it. I was trapped, imprisoned, completely possessed by Imogen. I was now hers, HERS, to do with just what she chose, with me having no say in the matter.

There was another side to this particular ‘coin’ though, some advantages to the present arrangement that I could enjoy. For instead of sleeping on the floor, with just a thin, dirty mattress as had been the case in the squat, here I was lying on a very luxurious bed, with sheet’s manufactured from pure satin no less. And, as my strength began to return and I ventured into the kitchen area of my ‘quarters,’ instead of eating ‘hand to mouth’ as it were, which had been the case beforehand, Imogen had provided a well-stocked fridge and food cupboards, with all of this sustenance being of very high quality. She had even provided some small bottles of beer and wine for me! The bathroom was also well stocked, as it were, and I could now look after my body in a way I’d never been able to before. Yes, there was definitely an upside in being Imogen Standford’s ‘toy.’

[Jenny_S]

@LunaDog Love this. Your descriptive style is highly enjoyable.

[LunaDog]

Not that I could accept being the property of another of course, despite its apparent comfort. But it dawned on me that I’d have to play the ‘long game’ here, enjoying the generosity of my captor as I did so. Sure, Imogen’s level of security regarding my capture was of the highest realistic order at the present, but would she be able to maintain it to this degree as time passed on? Especially if I was able to convince her that she’d ‘broken’ me, and that I’d not only accepted the ‘status quo’ as it were, but actually wanted to be hers? That’s when her levels of awareness would surely drop, and I’d possibly be able to escape from her?

Mind you, as she opened the door early in the following day, there was no sign of any relaxation from Imogen, dressed today in the most beautiful and delicious satin basque that I’d ever clapped eyes on before, holding up the almost obligatory sheer stockings. “Good morning, Sweetheart. Looking forward to today’s fun?” Yes, actually I was. If I had to put up with her domination of me for the foreseeable future, I could see no reason why I shouldn’t enjoy it. “Before we start though, go to the bathroom and prepare yourself. Go to toilet and wash the top half of your body thoroughly, and remove the lingerie from your lower body, as best you can, I appreciate that you can’t do so completely with the cuff around one ankle.” It was then I notice that she held a fresh set of stockings and suspenders in her hands.

Having visited said bathroom and obeyed Imogen’s very reasonable instructions, I returned to the bed only to discover that her level of vigilance was still on a ‘very high’ setting. “Lay down on the bed please and cuff your free leg using the cuffs still fitted to the bedpost there.” I obeyed; Imogen had left all four sets around their respective post. “Now, fit the one to your opposite wrist.” Once I’d done so, I was effectively chained to her bed, and so Imogen moved into the room, approaching the bed, where her first action was to imprison my other wrist to the furniture. Meaning I now couldn’t stop any of her actions. The first of which was to undo the cuff with the long chain and remove that stocking. And then wash my foot, which felt really strange. Her was this truly gorgeous woman, dressed in sexy lingerie, acting like a hospital nurse. And doing so gently and carefully. Once she’d finished, she put my legs into the nylon of her fresh pair of stockings, fastening them to the suspenders of the new, clean belt she’d put around my waist. Once she finished dressing me, she completed my spread-eagled bondage to her intentions and her bed, by cuffing my ankles to their respective bed post once more.

Leading to me becoming back to being utterly helpless in Imogen’s hands and power once more. Not that I wasn’t truly excited at the prospect, remembering just how exhilarating and enjoyable that ‘sexperience’ that I’d been subjected to in that condition had been, only the day before. And, well, let’s put it this well, Imogen did NOT dis-appoint!

She started slowly, in fact apart from wrapping one of her hands around it, to begin with she left my cock alone, as she straddled my head with her nylon coated legs and presented her shaven pussy to my mouth! “Lick me out, Sweetheart. Let’s see if your mouth is as talented as your cock!”

Something I had done before, licked a woman out. And done so well, or so I’ve been told. Well, I had no intention of performing poorly now, not with this woman who, let’s face it, controlled me now. But I did start slowly and teasingly, getting this feeling that was just how Imogen wanted me to do. As proved to be the case, she responded as I moved things forward, until I was licking her clitoris with real passion, inducing just what I, and no doubt her, was the effect both of us were looking for! And the pleasure wasn’t simply flowing in just one direction!

For that hand of hers, the one clamped around my fully rampant cock, now came to life, and how? It began pumping said cock, at the same frequency as my tongue attended to her clit.

With the result that both of us achieved climax, with them being almost simultaneous! Filling my mouth with her sexual juices, a delicious taste I can assure you. And for the second time during our very brief ‘relationship’ her hand became covered in my seed! Delighting in her own ecstasy resulted in a second forgiveness however, as Imogen rose, once she’d calmed down, and went to the bathroom, to wash said hand, and bring me a mouthwash. Graciously allowing me to use it.

“Well, that got things off well, Sweetheart! Almost as well as I could have hoped for. You’re everything I hoped for and then some more, I can tell. But that was just the starter, what I want now, and am going to get, is a day of purely RAW SEX! And you are going to provide it!”

How bloody entitled? God, that would have annoyed me so much, even if I actually wanted it, and believe me I did, what a nerve to simply state things like that? But like I say I had to play the long game here, so I just let it wash over me, focusing on the fact that I did want it. Still needled though! But the resulting kiss when Imogen’s lips attacked mine did help to dismiss this annoyance from my mind!

As did the resulting sex session that my captor subjected me to, one that lasted for about two hours, time where I was completely at Imogen’s mercy, not that she showed me any! Once again this supremely skilled sexual operator took us both ‘to heaven and back’ on multiple occasions, inducing earth shattering orgasms for both of us, before unfortunately exhaustion began to raise its ugly head inevitably. Forcing Imogen to, for now anyway, cease.

For it was only about mid-day and Imogen had promised a full day of sex whilst I was completely captured and held firmly in her hands. So, after releasing my limbs on a temporary basis one by one, moving them around to restore full circulation to them and preventing cramp settling in, before returning them to secure bondage, she promised me that she’d return, once rested. In the meantime, she suggested, it’d be a good idea if I rested myself, because she WOULD be back!

Advice I followed and just as well, for as promised later on a rejuvenated Imogen entered my ‘quarters’ again, clearly in the mood to resume shagging my bound body for her sexual pleasure. Not that she objected to me also enjoying her intentions! Which was just as well, because be in doubt about this, I most certainly did!

Thus, another few hours of my life passed by with me utterly dominated by the sexy Imogen, thoroughly turned on and enjoying every moment whilst she ravished me. Reducing each other to a condition where we were both pushed into being totally spent once more, but with massive smiles of pure satisfaction upon our faces. Once more Imogen applied her ‘long chain’ cuff fastening to her bed, before fully releasing me from the more immediate bondage to it, before kissing me ‘goodnight’ and leaving me alone for the night. And yes, she did return on the following day to subject me to another day as the helpless prisoner of her considerable sexual skills! With me revelling in every second of that time. Oh yes, it still rankled that Imogen held me as hers totally against my will, but her actions were beginning to reduce the determination of said will. Or so it appeared. My aim to convince her of my ‘surrender’ seemed to be heading towards success.

Which she fell for, just as I hoped she would. And yes, as the days in her captivity became weeks and then months, her level of vigilance did begin to diminish somewhat. Firstly, she stopped bolting and padlocking the door, and it wasn’t long before she didn’t even bother to lock it at all. Sure, in some ways it didn’t matter as I couldn’t reach it, but it was symbolic.

And then, just I’d hoped for, one day Imogen REALLY left her guard down, meaning that just for a fleeting moment I found myself totally free of any restraint at all. Enough time for me to grab her, place myself behind her, and press hard down on a couple of pressure points around her neck, which I knew would reduce her to a state of total unconsciousness, whilst not inflicting any lasting damage on her at all. For, please believe me, despite everything she’d done to me, I had NO desire for that. After all, I HAD thoroughly enjoyed most of what she’d subjected me to, when all was said and done!

I swiftly fastened the cuff of the pair with the long chain around her ankle, clipping the one at the other end around the nearest bedpost, just as she did to me, and then placed the key to said cuffs on a chair on a chair that would be just within her reach when she finally woke up. And then left the room for the first time in months. I was finally FREE!

[LunaDog]

But was I? For I had read Pat Read’s magnificent book about being a prisoner of war, captured by the Germans during the conflict known amongst other names as the Second World War, and in particular his incarceration within the very famous German P.O.W. camp called Colditz. And one thing became clear within his book, getting out of the camp itself, based within a formidable castle, was only half of the battle. Sure, in itself that was a major achievement, but what then? A successful escapee was still deep in the heart of Germany, several hundreds of miles away from any safe haven, from anywhere not controlled by the Nazi’s. With still plenty of work to do in order to really escape and reach home.

And in many ways, I was within a similar situation here. Yes, I was no longer chained to Imogen’s bed and locked within her basement, but what now? It was utterly obvious that my clothing, the apparel I’d been wearing when she first captured me was no longer available, Imogen had actually burnt it, and what, was I going to leave her house dressed in just stockings and a suspender belt? As it happened, and in just such a hurry as to get out of there, I left wearing simply one of my former captor’s leather coats, and some boots made of the same material, which actually were a couple of sizes too small, and thus reduced my feet to quite a degree of dis-comfort. But as I say, I wasn’t thinking exactly straight at this precise point in time, I just simply yearned to be away from Imogen’s dwelling.

Having, quite painfully due to those boots, covered some ground, I came across a small village, within which was something I never thought I’d be glad to see, yes, a small Police house. Home to just one officer, a sort of mini station as it were.

And the resident officer was home when I knocked upon his door, and I must admit the look upon his face was quite a picture when he opened it and saw the sight of me standing there. But he did invite me in, offering me a chair to sit upon, and then kindly asked me just why I’d come here.

To my immense relief, it soon became clear that he was taking me seriously as I blurted out my tale. In fact, I soon realised that he knew of Imogen, as he filled in with her surname of Standford when I couldn’t remember it. And I sensed that he fully believed me when I told him of what she’d done to me, in fact he fully confirmed so. When he kindly offered me a cup of tea, an offer that I was only too happy to accept. NOW I TRULY WAS FREE! Or so I thought.

Because perhaps I should have paid a little more attention to just how that tea tasted, although I’m sure you can all understand just why I didn’t, for once I’d drunk it, this kind officer, or so I believed, offered me a bed for the night, in his spare room. I’d no sooner rested my head upon the pillow, when the substance he’d placed within that tea took effect. I was out cold.

For this policeman, after handcuffing my arms behind my back, pulled out his ’phone, dialled a certain number, and when his call was answered simply stated. “Imogen,” she had released herself by now, “you’d better get yourself over here, discreetly. I have your ‘guest’ asleep and cuffed in my house. Come to the back entrance and be as quiet as you can. And make sure that you don’t forget to arrange my ‘bonus’ will you?” Yes, this policeman was in her pocket, that’s how he knew her, although this latest development was going to cost her quite considerably! But then, she could comfortably afford it.

Totally unbeknown to me, as I was still firmly within the land of nod, she arrived driving a small van shortly afterwards. When the pair of them, wearing very dark clothing and their faces masked, totally unseen, placed my unconscious form within her vehicle, took me back ‘home’ and cuffed me fully to the bed that I’d become so familiar with. She even ran him back home, handing him his fully earned ‘bonus’ in cash, before simply undressing down to her sexy lingerie, descending to my ‘quarters,’ wherein she sat herself down on a chair, waiting for me to wake up.

Thus, it was a completely stern and annoyed look upon her face that I quickly clocked when I finally awoke to find myself totally held in her custody once more. “Welcome back to where you belong, although I’m not at all pleased with your futile attempt to avoid your destiny. Yes, you’re mine again, but it’s cost me quite a few quid to pay P.C. Davies off! I’m most displeased with you, and I’ll be mindful to not lapse regarding my security again.”

Mind you she didn’t seem too displeased, as her hand settled upon my cock, and started to pump it, vigorously. But then she stopped, yes, she bloody stopped, just before that delicious point arrived! Quite deliberately.

“There! Just to remind you of who you belong to, there’ll be NO more sex for you for at least a week! You’ll just stay down here, all alone with no Mistress Imogen to relieve you of your sexual urges! Like I say, you have displeased me, and now you’ll get a measure of that displeasure!” Making sure the long chain held me to the bed, she undid my other cuffs, and swiftly left, before I could take hold of her. Locking the door to my chamber this time, and sliding the bolt shut, padlocking it thus for good measure.

At first her absence didn’t seem to bother me, but it wasn’t long before I became aware of just how much I had come to crave Imogen, and her sexual adventures with me. Although she did visit me twice during that week, it was only to replenish my kitchen supplies of food, with her making sure that I cuffed myself to the bed and blindfolded myself before entering into my ‘range’ as it were. Oh, and talking of food and drink, the beer and wine had gone completely.

I was out of my mind before that week finally came to an end, with me fully realising that sex with Imogen WAS my life, and that I totally depended on her now. But her punishment hadn’t finished just yet, although it did rather appear that way during those two hours or so, whilst she subjected me to the awesome power of her extensive sexuality once more.

For having reminded me of just why I’d become addicted, yes, I believe that is the correct word, to her she then made wait another full week before visiting me, other than restocking my food. Another week without her touch, her lust, her sheer sexual skills, and it was during this second week that I finally broke, all of my desires for independence, to be free of her utterly, totally and completely dis-appeared. I NEEDED her now; I couldn’t live without her. She could unlock the door, release me from all my cuffs, offer me a full set of male clothes, even then if she’d done all of that, I wouldn’t have left her. I was truly hers by now.

Something that she fully sensed, as when that second week of abstinence came to a welcome end, she entered dressed in her finest lingerie, with a beautiful smile upon her face. For she knew I was hers now, she was completely aware that she had broken me. For now I wanted, no NEEDED, to absolutely belong to my Mistress Imogen, I would again never desire any life that didn’t involve completely being owned by her, all I craved in my life was that I was

IMOGEN STANDFORD’S SEX TOY!

For the next two hours, Imogen reminded me of just why I wished to exist within said state!