Captured to Order ( F/M )

[LunaDog]

CAPTURED TO ORDER

I suddenly became aware of a change in my female companion’s demeanour, as first she climbed upon my body, together with her own laying upon her large, luxurious bed. Sitting herself down on my chest, making it extremely difficult for me to move, let alone resist whatever she planned to do to me. Which was to spread my arms out, right to the edges, as if she intended to tie them to the bedposts of her upper solid bedframe. Totally unknown to me at this stage, that being EXACTLY what she intended!

For suddenly her right hand reached underneath the centrally placed pillow upon which my head rested, emerging with a bondage tie, and joined her left, holding my right wrist close to the co-responding bedpost. Suddenly, before I could react in any way, the two became joined together, by the tie, she had succeeded in tying me to the post. My capture had begun!

Now this wasn’t a totally secure bond at all, basically she had looped my wrist and the bedpost in a circle, and I could already feel some degree of movement as I frantically started to thrash my arm about, screaming at the same time, “what the hell do you think you’re doing, Sarah?”

I never received any answer at all, well not in the verbal sense, as Sarah pulled out another one of her ties, and commenced the process of imprisoning my other wrist to the opposite post of her bed. And this time she was doing the job properly; in all fairness she had never intended that first bond to be in any permanent form. For yes, whilst given time I would be able to escape from it, it would buy her that period of time, all of which that arm would be useless to my desperate attempts to avoid her planned fate for me, as she securely bound my other upper limb. With me failing to have yet escaped from that original bond of hers, she also looped my left hand to the post of her bed, rapidly increasing the level of the security of that particular capture, making said bond totally inescapable for me. Now she simply switched back to the original arm, still within temporary bondage.

I was just upon the verge of escaping from it, I was nearly free, but Sarah simply saved me the bother, undoing it herself, but using her left arm to hold my limb in its desired position. Desired for her, that is, close to the bedpost. Of course, she had the use of both of her arms to her and fully utilising that advantage she soon returned that limb of mine into bondage to said post, and doing the job correctly, in virtually the same manner as on the opposite side of the bed. Now I had been taken, I truly belonged to her bed now. Or so I thought. I was in bondage to this bed, alright, just the thing I was completely unaware of at this moment in time, was that it didn’t, in fact, belong to her.

Mind you her smiling face did not betray that situation as she began to give me an answer to that earlier enquiry of mine. “Quite simple really Darling, I’m tying you to this bed, which I’m sure you’d agree I’ve succeeded a large, if yet incomplete state. You can’t get off it all unaided, and so you are its prisoner, yes, you’ll need someone else’s help to leave it. But your legs are still free and the person who requested your capture, for whom I’m working, wants that condition to be rectified!”

“WHAT? You mean you haven’t done this for yourself, Sarah?” Wondering now if that was her real name. I mean what else didn’t I know about her?

“Oh no Darling. This isn’t MY bed; this isn’t even my house. No, it belongs to someone that you’ve tangled with previously and wants you to be taught a little lesson!”

Naturally that revelation induced two questions within my mind. If ‘Sarah,’ or whatever her name really was, hadn’t targeted me in the way I thought that she had when I encountered her, why had she done so? But possibly more importantly, just who was her ‘customer?’

Addressing the first of those questions. I had met ‘Sarah,’ whom I shall keep referring to as that, I mean if that wasn’t her name then I had no idea what actually was, and everybody knows just who I mean by still continuing to call her that, at my local pub. There I was sitting at the bar, when she was apparently trying to catch the barman’s attention in order to purchase a drink. Being the ‘perfect gentleman,’ I did so on her behalf, we struck up a conversation, and as the old saying goes, ‘one thing led to another.’ Ensuring that I hadn’t had time to drink an excessive amount of liquid, alcoholic or otherwise, it was early in the evening, she invited me back to her place, for, well, you know!

Now, I should have asked myself just why such a good-looking girl was interested in a shag when she clearly didn’t know me at all, but I guess that my ego determined that she was simply memorized by my charm, and it must be said that I was a looker in those days. So, I accepted her kind ‘invitation’ with total glee.

We proceeded back to what I believed was her place, and after visits to the small room, and stripping off our respective clothing climbed into ‘her’ bed. There, as you all know now, she took me by surprise and tied me to the bedframe.

As to the identity of her ‘client,’ well for now she wasn’t forthcoming in the matter of informing me of just who they were, but they had specified some ‘requirements’ regarding my capture, Sarah possessed every intention of fulfilling those, as presumably her ‘fee’ was dependent upon her doing so.

She soon had a suspender belt within her hands, taking great delight in showing to me. “Now, Darling, my ‘employer’ requested that you be placed into this, and naturally the stockings that accompany it. Yes, I know it’ll be extremely humiliating, but I guess that’s just what she’s looking for. Therefore, be a sweetie, and put your legs together so I can slide this up them.”

What? Did this Sarah really imagine, for one moment, that I’d make life easy for her? NO WAY! I spread my legs apart, removing any prospect of her positioning the belt over both of my feet simultaneously. But she simply rose to the challenge, a rather dirty smile upon her face. “Oh, how predictable, you’re trying to be awkward? OK, hard way it is then!”

With that she let go of the suspender belt, a really classy one by the way, made of the finest pure satin, and both of her hands clamped around my ‘tools,’ my cock and balls. Squeezing and twisting at the same time, as a spasm of real pain shot up from them up into my whole body! “Your choice, Darling! Either you continue to try to make my life difficult, and I in turn will continue to punish you! Or you can decide to be sensible. Remember, it’s YOU in MY hands here, not me in yours. As I say, it’s your choice.”

Like it or not, and I clearly didn’t, her words made perfect sense, realising that I was in no position to argue with her, I soon obeyed her instruction, holding my legs together, so she could, and did, position the belt over them and around my waist. “That’s better, see it wasn’t so hard after all, was it?” Obviously thoroughly enjoying the power that she held over me.

And what do such belts suspend? Yes, that’s right, stockings. I made no attempt to resist now, my balls were still aching, as Sarah fitted said items to my legs, and fastened the clasps.

It must be said that this woman, yes although I still didn’t know her identity at this precise moment in time, it was a female, wasn’t selling me short here, these stockings were very both very classy and sheer, and if I must be honest, felt rather delightful against the skin of my legs. Not that I could reveal that fact to Sarah, you understand. Anyway, she was too busy, now wanting my legs spread out, so she could loop both of my ankles with two more ties and fasten them to the posts of the lower bedframe. When she’d finished therefore, there I was, tied in a completely secure form to this mystery woman’s bed. As her total captive.

“Oh, you do look so fetching!” Sarah continued her verbal taunting. “But your Mistress has made a few more ‘requests’ so I haven’t quite finished here yet.” Next, she showed me a ball gag, obviously destined for my mouth to effective silence me, but any objection I had to this state of affairs was tempered by the only just diminished level of pain within my neither region, a level that I didn’t want restored. So, that explains just why I fully complied with her polite request of, “open wide, please.” Having indicated my mouth, and like I say, I meekly obeyed.

That was the first request, the other being answered when Sarah showed me a blindfold, and once she’d placed into position over my eyes, I soon discovered that it was one of those ‘proper’ ones that allowed no light whatsoever to penetrate, plunging my world into complete darkness.

Sarah’s ‘task’ was therefore completed, all of my Mistress’s requests had now been performed. Just to recap, I was naked apart from items of female lingerie, specifically stockings and suspenders, securely tied in a spread-eagled manner to a bed, blinded and gagged, wondering just who she was. But for now, in a cheery voice, Sarah, having dressed herself, announced, “well ciao then Darling, it’s been a real pleasure meeting you! Don’t worry, your Mistress will be with you soon, I’m just going to ring her and let her know that you’re now all hers!” Taking her exit from the room, locking the door to it having passed through. Leaving me there, and as if being tied to the bed wasn’t enough pondering both why I’d been locked inside, but more to the point, just who my Mistress was? And just what was the ‘lesson’ that she intended for me?

[Jenny_S]

Dear @LunaDog, this is wonderful writing. I can literally hear your protagonists speaking in their British accent. Lovely!

[LunaDog]

Thank you @Jenny_S But as you'll see ONE particular accent, or voice, proves to be a problem later in the story. Who's? You'll just have to carry on reading in order to find out!

[LunaDog]

During the ten minute or so time period that elapsed before her arrival, with nothing else to do but just lie there, in total darkness, I tried to figure out just who she was. And came to a very unpleasant conclusion. Now the older amongst you may recall a lady named Sandra Dickinson, who was a beautiful and successful actress, but also possessed one of those annoying high-pitched voices, that could very shortly ‘grate’ upon you. And the lady in question had an oral output was that was extremely similar.

The problem being is that she had set her heart upon having some sort of romantic relationship with yours truly, feelings that were not reciprocated. And when I had rejected her, I had done so in a truly public and humiliating manner. Which I really shouldn’t have, but I did. Had she decided to take revenge?

And when I heard that voice, remember that I was blindfolded and couldn’t see her at all, after she had unlocked her bedroom door and entered, I knew that my worst fears had come to fruition. Just what that voice, yes it DID grate, emitted didn’t fill me with any confidence either.

“Well, well, how have the mighty fallen, eh? You know the last time I clapped eyes upon you, you were busy breaking my heart, running me down in front of everybody. But now things are a little different, aren’t they? Just look at you now!” I felt her sitting down upon the edge of the bed, and her hand began wandering up and down my nylon covering leg, which felt utterly sensuous if I’m being honest. “I’ve waited quite some time for just this moment!”

Despite the normal high pitch of her voice, it seemed to become more menacing, harder as she continued. “Here you are then, utterly hopeless and helpless within my power, tied in inescapable bondage, spread-eagled to my bed. Suspender clad, as I’ll bet that you insist on your ‘conquests’ being so. Blinded, gagged, firmly in my hands. Yes, that’s right, you are mine. Let’s be perfectly clear about that, until I, and only I decide otherwise, YOU BELONG TO ME NOW!” A statement that admittedly sent a cold shiver of pure fear throughout my bound form! At least she did remove the gag from my mouth at this moment.

“What do you intend to do now, Elaine?” At least I knew this woman’s name!

“Whatever I want to, and that’s for me to know and you to find out, whenever I’m ready and not before. But let’s get one thing straight here, it’s Mistress Elaine now, or simply Mistress! Get it?”

With her hands surrounding my tools and me fearing that she would do just what Sarah had done, I meekly surrendered, uttering a rather pathetic “yes Mistress.”

“Good. For that’s what I am here, your supreme Mistress.” And her hands kept playing with my balls and cock, the latter beginning to react in the natural manner despite the real fear that permeated throughout my entire form. Becoming totally hard and erect. In fact, that delicious point of release was rapidly approaching, maybe being Elaine’s prisoner wasn’t so bad after all, oh my God, here it comes now!

Only it didn’t! Elaine knew just what she was doing, and moments before I was due to cum, and obtain sexual release, she stopped, leaving me shaking within my bonds as sexual frustration and dis-appointment utterly overwhelmed me! Cue that annoying voice again. “Think you’re here for your pleasure? Think again!” And as the words left her mouth, I felt her applying a tie around my balls and the base of my fully erect cock. Knowing precisely the implications of such an action, all the time this was in place I would be completely unable to obtain release, but my cock would remain hard, for her benefit presumably!

“Oh, do you want to cum?” Cue her voice becoming more vicious once more. “Well, you can’t! Not until I allow it, which I not going to. This is a punishment after all.”

“Punishment for what, Mistress Elaine?” Although I already knew, I had treated her abysmally.

“Oh come on, do you really need to ask? You utterly humiliated me in public and why? Just because my voice is a little, how shall we put it, ‘unusual?’ Couldn’t you see beyond that? I mean, what harm had I ever done to you? None whatsoever. What did I do to deserve being treated like that? Couldn’t you have let me down more gently, and not in front of anyone? And now I’m going to make you pay for what you did!” Re-fitting the gag, thus preventing me from issuing any reply to her remonstrations.

Which was a bit of a blessing in disguise. For she spoke nothing but the truth here, I was starting to feel a little, no a lot, ashamed here, and by gagging me once more it meant I didn’t have to justify my actions, which were quite beyond the pale, to be totally honest.

Anyway, for the moment Elaine had other ideas within her mind, as I heard the ‘click’ of a camera device, either that of her ’phone or a proper such device I knew not, being activated. A whole series of such clicks indeed. Confirmed by Elaine announcing, “just capturing the moment for posterity, Sweetheart. I’m sure we’ll both want to recall this joyous occasion!”

Now Elaine had to remove her own clothing, and she did so without me being able to see her, so she performed this act in a straightforward manner, without any show for instance. Until there were two people clad in just stockings and suspenders within this room. Upon which Elaine climbed back onto her bed, and my body bound to it.

“Ready for me?” As she slid her soaking pussy over my erect cock, a rhetorical question of course as her gag was still in place. She started slowly but soon was ‘riding me’ at ‘full throttle’, thoroughly enjoying herself, as I could only tell by her vocal emissions because I was not capable of seeing her at all. She soon arrived at that delicious point where ecstasy fully claimed hold of her, those vocal emissions rapidly becoming screams of pure pleasure, her body freezing as waves of sexual joy washed throughout her form.

Got a feeling that Elaine had quite enjoyed that one, but as for me, that tie of hers around my balls had prevented me from obtaining any release or enjoyment. As had been her intention all along, something that she confirmed as soon as ecstasy released its grip on her, to such a degree that she could actually talk.

“Wow, my very own living dildo, I’ve wanted one of these for so long! Blimey, do I intend to make use of THIS!” Stroking my still erect cock, without being able to cum myself, I was still within a state where I was ‘ready for action.’ A fact that Elaine took full advantage of, no sooner had she calmed down from her first orgasm, than she rode my cock again, rapidly bringing herself a second dose of heaven!

Thus, the evening continued, Elaine riding my captured cock for orgasm after orgasm, all the time her damned tie denying me any such release. Thankfully even for someone as young and fit, in all senses of that word, as her, there is a finite limit to the amount of stamina and strength that they possess within their body, and Elaine was approaching hers. So, mercifully from my point of view, she stopped, for now anyway.

“Well, thank you Sweetheart, but you’ve tired me out, I’m spent from riding you, so I’ve got to stop now. But I insist, you really must stay here for the night, so I’ll be able to take this up again come the ’morrow! So, ciao then!” With that she left, after releasing my limbs one by one and moving them around, in a welcome attempt to prevent cramp for setting in, before returning them into bondage, her ‘ropework’ skills proving to be at the same very high level of quality as Sarah’s had been. And using a hospital type ‘bottle’ to allow me to empty my bladder, replacing that tie around my ‘tools’ after she had done so, before leaving the room, locking the door after she’d done so. Was that REALLY necessary, Elaine? Guess that she was making some sort of point here, I was still very much her prisoner! She still very much owned me.

Would it surprise anybody that, despite the shattered state into which Elaine’s efforts had reduced me, sleep was not readily forthcoming for me that night? A myriad of emotions were running throughout me, making that very desirable condition very difficult to obtain. Of course there was the indignation of capture, I was still tied in secure bondage to Elaine’s bed, her complete carnal captive still, completely unable to decide matters for myself, entirely dependent on her whims.

Which primarily had been one of denial. She’d left that damn tie around my balls and base of my cock, one she’d fitted right at the beginning of our sex session, having stoked me right up of course. Therefore, there was an extraordinary level of pure sexual tension floating right throughout my body, something that her own outstanding climaxes had done precisely nothing to alleviate. If everything they had stoked me up even more!

But there some emotions present too. One of which was pure contrition I recognised that I had treated Elaine appallingly, what had she done to me that was SO wrong that she deserved to be subjected to such a public humiliation? Nothing of course, all she had done is fancy me. OK, so I had rejected her offered ‘love’ purely on the basis of her unusual voice, but as she had correctly stated, such a refusal could have been expressed in an entirely different manner, one that was not so vicious of painful to her. But now, confined to her bed, I was fully ashamed of the way I’d acted towards her, resolving that provided she did me no permanent harm, and she hadn’t thus far, I would accept her ‘punishment’ of me, not trying to seek any retribution, legal or otherwise.

To my utter amazement, before Elaine’s imprisonment I had absolutely no inkling, I also found that I was becoming SO turned on by being tied up, utterly helplessly to her bed, and being under her total control. Even the locked bedroom door seemed so erotic now. If only she would remove her tie around my balls and cock?

But there was something else, something that led to me asking myself a very serious question. Was Elaine’s voice SO impossible to live with? Did it really matter that much? No, was the conclusion that my mind come up with. After all, we were talking about a gorgeous lady here, slim, fairly tall, with bright brown eyes sparkling within a lovely smiling face, as it was most of the time, with a lovely head of brunette hair on top of it. She really was quite sexy, and the evening’s activities had established beyond any doubt she possessed the sexual abilities to match those stunning looks. I really had been the prize toilet in rejecting her previous advances, annoying voice or not! My God, I really wanted her now!

[Switcher1313]

Great tale @LunaDog! Wonderfully crafted!

[LunaDog]

Great tale @LunaDog! Wonderfully crafted!

Thank you, glad you enjoyed it. And sorry it's taken me SO long to respond to this kind message, as i've said elsewhere, i've been experiencing trouble 'logging on' here. Some message about a firewall.

[LunaDog]

That so difficult to obtain, but really necessary sleep finally arrived, only to be terminated several hours later, by the key turning within the door to my ‘cell’ and a rejuvenated Elaine entering and performing the same untying, moving around, before replacing back into bondage routine upon my limbs, once more one by one. Then, gently sitting down upon the bed, she fully removed the gag, and lifted, not removing totally note, the blindfold.

Those aforementioned sparkling eyes now bored into mine, as that voice now asked. “Well Sweetheart, have you been reflecting during the night? Have you anything that you wish to say to me?”

“My God, yes, there most certainly is Elaine!” Note that I had forgotten to address her as ‘Mistress,’ but for the moment she didn’t seem to care. “The way I had treated you was completely inexcusable, totally wrong, and I apologise from the bottom of my heart for having done so. I’m truly sorry, and I accept everything that you have done to me as a fully justified punishment.” I meant EVERY word, and with her eyes boring into mine, she knew it.

“Good, I believe you. Mind you I haven’t yet finished here, however, now there will be a major difference!” With that she untied and removed that tie around my ‘tools.’ “Now you will be joining in!” With that she replaced the blindfold, but not before I’d been able to obtain a quick glimpse of the beautiful smile upon her beaming face!

Now she guided her pussy, again soaking wet, over my cock, beginning to pump me again, frantically once more after starting slowly. But this time the clamping of her vaginal muscles upon my member were allowed to take effect! In my frustrated and thoroughly excited state it wasn’t long before I arrived at that delicious point, and as my spunk shot into her with a force that I hadn’t believed possible, let alone ‘sexperienced’ before, I couldn’t stop myself screaming out, “ELAINE! ELAINE! ELAINE! Oh my God, ELLAAAIIINNNEEEE!!!!!!”

When she had come down from her own climax, she exclaimed, “well someone seemed to enjoy themselves there! But, if you think for one moment, I’m letting you go just yet, let’s put it this way, I’ve just had a restoring night’s sleep, so I’ve plenty of stamina left!”

All of which was pure music to my ears now. “Please Elaine, don’t release me yet. Maybe I haven’t learned my lesson yet and need to be shagged into oblivion! Please Elaine, don’t show me any mercy, don’t hold anything back, really put it through it!”

“I see. Well let’s see if you come to regret those brave words, shall we?” But said with a wry smile upon her face, which although I couldn’t see it at all, was betrayed by the gentle tone of her voice, still within that annoying pitch, but one that I could now fully live with.

My cock having gone limp naturally, with her fully knowing it would take some time for my batteries to re-charge, Elaine started to rub her hands over my stocking coated legs, an action which I couldn’t deny was so sensual and arousing. “So, you do realise that now you’re my boyfriend, you going to spending a lot of time just as you are now, blindfolded, tied to my bed and suspender clad. Because it turns me on, the very idea of having my own sex ‘slut.’ Which from now on, will be YOU. But don’t worry, outside of this bedroom I’ll always treat you with total respect, as an equal partner. However, in here, YOU ARE MINE!”

You could say that with that statement our relationship fully commenced, and I wasn’t objecting. Yes, and I wanted nothing more than to be Elaine’s man, at least in public. And the very idea of being her helpless sex toy in private was really turning me on, I wanted it SO much! I desired being HERS!

Mind you, just as she had said, she hadn’t finished with me today yet, and as soon as became hard again she set upon me once more. With the same delicious outcome, although it took a little longer to arrive there this time. Who cares?

Elaine kept me as her prisoner, tied to her bed for quite some time, shagging me with the utmost vigour, until as before, her strength began to fail, remember it was her who was performing most of the physical ‘work’ here. But, instead of stopping, she simply changed tack, laying herself alongside my bound body, she simply used her hands to keep me ‘at it.’

“Remember I warned you about making claims beforehand. Because I’m going to stop now until you can take NO more, and beg, yes beg, me to! Believe me!” I did, please don’t question that. And she proved to be good for that word.

And so, in such a manner Elaine was able to use up my reserves of strength, until I was spent as she, unable to carry on, reluctantly or maybe not, forced to beg her. “Please Elaine, please show me some mercy, yes you’ve succeeded and taken right me to my limit, please Mistress, please stop!”

“NO! However, I’m only going to ask for one more shag, and that won’t occur until I’ve allowed you a decent period of rest.” I was so shattered that I must admit I didn’t really take in just what I was being told right now. But Elaine kept that promise, apart from once more performing her release, move around and re-tie, routine to my limbs, she left me alone for quite some time.

So, when she set about me for that final time, much of my, and her come to think it, strength had returned. And with the knowledge that this WOULD be the last time, much of the earlier excitement also did.

There was another major difference for this last shag, for now I’d be able to see, her beautiful smiling face in particular, as off came blindfold. As I looked into her luscious eyes, she mouthed the words, “you are mine!” Before the sex commenced for the last occasion!

Afterwards Elaine kept her word, at last I became totally released from bondage to her bed. After a quick visit to her small room, it was back to it, but to sleep this time.

And so, our relationship commenced, one that has endured for all these years, including most of them being as man and wife. And guess just who was the Chief Bridesmaid at that joyous ceremony? None other than Sarah, yes that was her real name after all, who had set this whole thing in motion. When because of her I had become,

CAPTURED TO ORDER.