Fiona's Folly ( F/F )

[LunaDog]

FIONA’S FOLLY

Wow, I can say with total honesty that it had been a very long time since I’d felt quite as excited as I did at that moment in time. For my new girlfriend, Fiona, had suggested going to her country retreat, she had a little cottage out within small village, somewhere ‘out in the sticks.’ There she suggested that we indulge in a full weekend of bondage sex, oh yes, Fiona was going to handcuff me to the bed, fit her strap-on and subject me to being shagged by her again and again and again!

Oh yes, the prospect of having Fiona’s strap-on ‘resident’ within my pussy filled me with the ultimate degree of excitement, and said pussy became soaking wet with sexual anticipation. I’d only known Fiona for a couple of weeks, since we’d had the good fortune to be sitting next to each other at the recent Taylor Swift gig, but we’d hit it off immediately. Tall, thin and strawberry blonde, Fiona loved sexy lingerie and leather clothes, just like myself, and also in the same manner as me, she’d discovered that she liked another girl in her bed rather than any boy. And, for this weekend said girl would be none other than myself. Fantastic!

So, there I was within my flat on that Friday afternoon, having finally made it through the working week that had seemed SO long, getting myself ready. Not that I needed to pack many clothes, I had this feeling that I’d be spending nearly all of the time in Fiona’s bed, and not just in it. For I’d have no choice as to whether my location would be, held in the grip of her arms, with her luscious bright blue eyes staring into my own, the gorgeous Fiona had informed me that she was going to completely take away my freedom, by securely handcuffing all of my four limbs to the solid and secure respective corner bed posts. YES PLEASE!

But, if I wouldn’t a require vast quantity of outer clothing for this period of time, Fiona had made it crystal clear that she wanted me to be adorned within the finest lingerie, a request I had every intention of complying with. For I loved dressing up in such items too, make no mistake about that. I had at first intended fitting my basque to my upper body, beautiful manufactured in the finest black satin, it fitted my torso perfectly, and I was certain that the kinky Fiona would simply love it. But then I changed my mind, realising that gorgeous though this item was, it would limit Fiona’s access to my ample tits, making it difficult for her to suck upon them or imprison them within a set of nipple clamps. Something that I was very much hoping she’d subject me to, so I settled for my finest satin suspender belt instead.

They would be suspending the sheerest nylon stockings that I’d ever purchased, indeed I’d actually invested in a pair of cotton gloves, in order to fit these, thus minimising the chances of laddering them. Successfully, as it turned out. After which I admired myself in my bedroom mirror, whilst not quite as stunningly sexy as Fiona, I wasn’t a bad looking girl myself.

To complete the underwear part of my apparel situation, I covered those aforementioned tits within the finest satin, but just in the form of a stylish bra, which Fiona could easily remove if she so desired, and as for my pussy, that was covered by the matching panties, that I was careful to place over those suspenders, so said panties could, and I had no doubt would, be removed without disturbing them at all.

Over this I dressed myself in my finest blouse, satin again, God how I loved the feel of that material, in a totally delicious shade of royal blue. Then I slid into the skirt part of my utterly delicious leather suit, fastening the belt that secured it in position around my waist. With it being just long enough to cover my stocking tops, thus concealing them.

Completing my dressing up by putting the matching jacket, both that and the skirt being made from in almost black colour, being the very darkness shade of grey, over my top form. There, I was ready, to be captured and shagged ragged by the insatiable Fiona!

Fiona arrived within ten minutes, driving her nearly new Mercedes convertible, oh yes, as well as being stunningly sexy, she was stinking rich too, I mean what’s not to like, eh? I bundled my bag of spare clothing, again nearly all of that being in the form of lingerie in her boot, before jumping in the passenger seat of this wonderful motor.

Wherein my lips found themselves being assaulted by her own, as she initiated a kiss that was simply full of menace, passion and sexuality, promising a VERY torrid time in the next couple of days or so. Which, when her lips finally did release my own from, moved in a manner of speech that completely backed that idea up within my mind. “Darling, you do know that you’re simply going to be mine, don’t you? I’m going to take total control of you, I’m going to capture you, shackling you completely in a totally inescapable manner to my bed and simply subject you to my smouldering sexuality! By God, are you now going to be SHAGGED!” What, you think that I DIDN’T want this?

As my pussy almost immediately became soaking wet at what it had just been promised, Fiona reached into her handbag, withdrawing a set of those solid steel handcuffs that she’d promised me I’d be held within. It appeared that my descent into her hands and power was to occur straight away, for Fiona ordered me to hold my arms upwards, when she immediately snapped the two steel rings around my wrists! Then, using a small length of chain, together with some small padlocks she now fastened my restraints around the safety belt, near to my nether region. Oh, yes, I’d been utterly captured, I was hers already. Now Fiona demonstrated that her claim that during the period of time as her slave, I’d not be placed in any danger at all, showed itself not to consisted of empty words. For my girlfriend pulled out a little key, with which she proceeded to ’double lock’ both cuffs. For you see, these were not cheap, poor-quality items, by doing what she’d just done, Fiona ensured that not only could I not escape from her bondage, but also the cuffs themselves could not tighten anymore, thus the danger that they would become too tight, possibly endangering my blood circulation for example, had been absolutely negated. Only then did Fiona start the engine, and off we set. Which my blood simply coursing around my body at breath neck speed, my whole form tingling with sexual excitement and anticipation. My goodness, just how much did I WANT to be utterly hers?

The journey to Fiona’s ‘country home’ took just under an hour, during which time we exchanged banter of a totally sexual nature, ramping up the carnal tension between us to an almost impossible level. Which only became more extreme, as Fiona stopped the car just before we reached the village within which her property existed. Not that I’d be able to understand just where her residence was located, because out of her handbag emerged a satin blindfold. One of those proper ones, which denies its wearer any sight whatsoever, plunging their world into total darkness. So, now as she set off again, I could see absolutely nothing.

Therefore, we arrived at Fiona’s cottage, with me completely unaware of its location, or indeed just how beautiful it was, which it was by the way, I understand that houses like hers are often described as ‘chocolate boxes.’ Although, I must admit I’m not really sure as to just what the term is meant to represent.

Whether I could see it or not, the fact remained that we’d arrived, and although Fiona undid the chain holding the cuff set to the safety belt, she made no move to unfetter me. So, she had to guide my body out of the car, and into the house. Shutting the door, and the outside world away.

Only then, with the pair of us out of the sight of any prying eyes, did Fiona unshackle me, for she KNEW I wasn’t going to resist her desires for me in any way, as well as restoring my sight. “Darling let’s undress here, before I take you into my bedroom, and introduce you to my bed. But shall we make it a bit more exciting, I suggest that you remove my clothing whilst I relieve you of yours. One item at a time. Sound good to you, Darling?”

“Yes, fantastic idea Fiona. Yes, I’m well up for that. Shall I make a start?” As I then proceed to remove her leather jacket, an act she responded to by quickly taking of my equivalent item off. We then carried on in the same manner, I’d take of one item of her apparel, after which she’d relieve me of one of mine. Until both of us were left just clad in her respective suspender belts and stockings, which neither of us had any plans or intention to remove. And just like me Fiona had fed her suspenders underneath her panties, making the removal of the latter item a damn sight less complicated. Another sign of how compatible we are, I pleasantly thought to myself.

Anyway, with us now simply adorned within the, albeit totally unofficial ‘clothes of sex,’ wasn’t it time for the action to commence? Not quite yet, for Fiona, very sensible suggested that I visit her ‘small room’ first. Something I wasn’t going to argue with at all, there’s nothing like needing to go to toilet at the real top of any list of circumstances which can disturb a good bondage sex session, is there? After I’d done so, Fiona then proceeded to the same room for the same purpose, despite the fact that she’d be able to visit at any time, or so I thought.

Anyway, with that particular task out of the way, for the pair of us, finally Fiona took me by my hand, leading me into her bedroom. Dominated by her large, luxurious bed. Now Fiona’s hand reached into her bag again, emerging holding a black satin sheet set, still in its wrapping.
“Give us a hand here please, Darling. Because I intend to capture you in style!” Less than five minutes later, her bed was covered in this delicious material. As was the single pillow which my head would rest upon.

“Onto my bed, please. Then spread yourself out!” Only too happy to obey, I did so instantly, a massive smile upon my face. Partially because of the feel of the satin that I was now lying upon! Suddenly Fiona was standing right next to the bed post near to my left arm. Taking the first pair of cuffs out her bag, soon a series of ‘clicks’ announced the fact that it surrounded my wrist, tight enough to utterly prevent ANY escape from it, but not too tight to possibly put me in any danger whatsoever. Now she snapped the cuff at the other end around the bed post as, just like she did when she first took me in her car, Fiona then ‘double locked’ them for exactly the same reason. Giving me a fair degree of reassurance to accompany the excitement that has completely taken over my body.

Fiona then moved down her bed, until she stood right by my left leg, and the post nearest it. Seconds later my ankle was fastened to said post, again with Fiona, double locking it. Yes, you’re guessed it, she now moved across to my right-hand side, swiftly she imprisoned my other ankle followed by my final limb, my right arm, in the same totally inescapable, but utterly safe manner. Now I was just where I’d waited all week to be, utterly captured, unable to hardly move let alone escape. I BELONGED to my gorgeous Fiona absolutely.

Not that I could see her for long, because back on went the blindfold. Wow, I had NEVER felt so turned on before, my pussy was wetter than I’d ever dreamed possible let alone been before. I just lay there, purely anticipating the delicious moment when Fiona started to enact her kinky desires upon my completely captured body! With there being NO opportunity of my denying her of said intentions for me. No, I was hers now, she could just what she wanted, just how she wanted and for as long as she wanted to me now, with there being nothing I could do to prevent her, in any way. “Please, Fiona, now you have me, please show me NO mercy!”

It began to occur to me that Fiona was rather taking her time, we’d gone well beyond the period it had taken her last time to fit her strap-on, for instance. Then I heard her voice, she was on her bloody ’phone! “Yes, that’s right we’re at the cottage, I’ve already secured Laura to the bed.” There was a period when she must have been listening to person on the other end, and then she resumed again. “So, you’ll be with us in about another hour then. You’ll find the key in the top of the stocking on Laura’s left leg. Ciao then!”

Next Fiona lifted, not completely removed note, my blindfold suggesting that this was a temporary state of affairs, as she now withdrew some more pairs of cuffs, snapping a pair around each of her own wrists, double locking them, before giving her own ankles its own accessory too. Having already placed the strap-on into its correct location, Fiona now climbed onto the bed, and kneeling down with her legs almost alongside mine, she locked our ankles together with the cuffs on hers. Double locking them for safety.

Therefore, our bottom ends belonged to each other, and as Fiona bent herself forwards, she gently guided her strap-on home, into my aching pussy. Then she laid her body forward, until her tits rested upon mine, and her lips found my equivalents for a damn good and long snog!

Now she snapped the other end of the pair of cuffs around her left arm around my right. With Fiona again securing them as she’d done with every other pair. But now I began to worry, how would she ensure the final pair could be rendered safe? Especially when she now placed the key into the stocking top of my left leg, just like she’d stated she would on the ’phone. However, I needn’t have worried, this highly intelligent girl had that one covered.

A word that I discovered would apply to her eyes, as she now placed the blindfold she’d had resting upon her forehead over them, before her hand worked its way down her face, onto mine before working its way to my own eye covering. Putting it back into position plunging my world back into total darkness once more.

Carefully moving her hand onto my left arm, thereby informing me that she’d not been able to uncover her eyes, it moved down until it had reached my bound wrist. Now came the clever part, instead of snapping that last remaining cuff around my wrist there, as she couldn’t double lock it secure, she wrapped it around the chain, linking my left arm to the bed post! Safe, from the point of view of that cuff not over-tightening around my wrist, but totally secure, as it couldn’t be pulled away. Genius! Now Fiona’s body was utterly secured to mine, and even if indirectly, chained to the bed. Neither of us could possibly escape.

“Ssssh, Darling, in about an hours’ time, my sister Rachel will arrive and unlock us, you heard me telling her just where the key was, didn’t you!”

“Yes, I did. So, what happens now, Fiona?” As if I didn’t know!

“I’ve an idea. As I’m chained to you, and you’re chained to the bed, so now neither of us can leave it, well, we might as well shag each other. HARD! What else can we do?”

With her having explained about her sister’s arrival, my fears subsided, and the extreme excitement took over my complete mind, body and pussy again. Difficult for that final organ to not do, as Fiona’s strap-on fully filled it. And felt bloody good there, as if it fully belonged in that location, which of course, it did! Therefore, does anybody here think for one moment that I was going to refuse her suggestion? Which, let’s face it was ALWAYS going to be the intention here, wasn’t it?

[Caesar73]

Quite the wild ride for Fiona! Excellently done my Friend!

[LunaDog]

Quite the wild ride for Fiona! Excellently done my Friend!

Thank you very much, glad that you're enjoying it. Now although this next posting IS very short, i'm sure that you'll understand its significance.



Rachel Deakins put down her ’phone with a large smile upon her face. Her devious sister, Fiona, had done it again, another conquest, whom she chained to the bed of her country cottage, before cuffing herself to said victim. Naturally proceeding to shag said girl, this latest one being called Laura, as Rachel herself drove over to her sister’s house, in order to release the pair of them. Or usually just Fiona, who would then carry on tormenting her captive. Almost always just simply dumping the poor unfortunate, after the weekend, moving on the next victim. Having broken their heart, of course, Rachel chuckled as she was in no doubt this, Laura was it, believed that all her Christmases had come at once. Anyway, I’d better go and do my normal deed, she thought to herself as she climbed into her car, started up and set off on the journey to where her bound sister and her captive awaited her.

About thirty minutes into her journey, Rachel was approaching a large lorry on the inside lane of the stretch of dual carriage road, upon which she was currently driving. However, as Rachel indicated her intentions to switch into the overtaking lane, in order to pass said lorry, what she couldn’t see was that this large vehicle was in fact rapidly gaining ground upon another huge commercial vehicle, fast enough in order to cause its driver to wish to overtake the slow mover.

Now what he should have done, is check his rear-view mirror, in order to ascertain whether he could complete such a manoeuvre in safety, but although he did take a look it wasn’t a proper one. Therefore, he failed to detect the presence of Rachel’s car moving into the outer lane and beginning the process of overtaking with his own vehicle. So, the inevitable occurred. As he pulled outwards to begin his own passing move, his lorry clipped the back of the unfortunate Rachel’s car, sending it into an uncontrollable spin, before it crashed into the central reservation barrier.

Rachel wasn’t badly hurt, there were no bones broken, in fact she’d sustained no injuries that would be of a lasting nature. However, she had received a bash upon her head, one that had rendered her totally unconscious. She was utterly oblivious therefore, as the members of the Fire Brigade cut open the wreckage of her car, and the Ambulance crew skilfully lifted out her prostrate body. Placing it upon a stretcher, loading her into their own conveyance and driving off to the nearest hospital.

[LunaDog]

After holding her cock fully inserted inside of me for some time, just as I was hoping for, Fiona slowly began to withdraw it, before sliding it back inside, very gently. Then she repeated the cycle at a slightly higher speed, then again, slightly faster yet. Before long she was really pumping me, pounding my body into the satin surface of this bed, that held us both. Sheer heaven, as I began to tell myself that nobody before had ever quite had the positive effect that Fiona was inducing, a largely accurate state of affairs. This girl was simply fantastic, a real sex goddess, and it wasn’t long before her ‘activities’ began to stimulate that most desirable of emotions. No, it wouldn’t be long before my climax arrived, and judging by the noises emitted by my companion, maybe it wouldn’t just be me that ecstasy fully claimed?

As proved to be the case! Yes, it was TWO full screams that filled the room, as our climaxes arrived almost simultaneously! OK, so I can’t speak for Fiona here, you’d need to ask her, but in my case, the dose of ecstasy that completely took over my whole form was the most intense, the most earth-shattering bout of that particular pleasure that I’d ever been subjected to! Waves of sheer joy swept over my bound form, the bondage surely contributing the most outstanding emotions of pure and utter exhilaration, as they did so. Now, like I say, I don’t know if Fiona felt the same, but from the oral emissions coming from her orifice, even if this orgasm hadn’t been her most outstanding one, which it just might have been, she’d bloody well enjoyed it!




“Doctor, are you concerned about the fact that this patient is still unconscious?” A&E Nurse Tina Maddison asked Doctor Jayne Luke, the consultant on duty that day.

“Not really. As far as I can tell, there’s no real damage, although she’s been shaken up, that’s for sure. No, I’m happy for this patient,” the Doctor picked up the hospital notes, clocking the name, “Rachel Deakins, to be transferred to a ward now. Be good to allow her to sleep, I’m certain she’ll wake up naturally, although it might be some time. Has anybody contacted her family?”

“Not yet, Doctor. We can’t unlock her ’phone, so until she wakes up, we’ve no idea as to just whom to contact.”

“Well, we’ll just have to wait until she stirs then.”




No sooner had Fiona and I calmed down from that first climax, then, taking full advantage of the still fully ‘hard’ condition of her strap-on, unlike the limp condition that a male cock would be now, Fiona set about me again straight away. Almost immediately subjecting me to the highs of another truly outstanding and enjoyable orgasm! WOW! I’d been dreaming of being subjected to Fiona’s sexual skills all week, and now I was, discovering that in this particular case, the anticipation was NOT at a higher level than the reality. ‘You are utterly sensational,’ the thought went through my head, as Fiona again allowed me no respite, keeping me within the state of pure sexual exhilaration, subjecting me to climax after climax for quite some time enjoying a good few for herself in the meantime! Oh yes, make no mistake, this session with the gorgeous Fiona had fully exceeded my wildest expectations, and having her chained to me, unable to leave my body or the bed herself, only added to my excitement immeasurably!

But obviously, there is a limit to how much stamina the human body can produce, especially at the level of effort that both of us were exhibiting here, and unfortunately our strength showed signs of beginning to fail, things were definitely beginning to slow down. But I wasn’t worried, we’d been ‘at it’ for quite some time now, it wouldn’t be long before Fiona’s sister made an appearance and released us from this bed. Which, although naturally I didn’t want this fantastic sex to end, would come as somewhat of a relief, by now the sheer weight of Fiona’s body upon my own, not that I’m suggesting that she was overweight at all, I’m sure you all understand, was beginning to become very relevant.

“Have you enjoyed yourself Darling?” Fiona asked. “Yes, I know that we’ve probably reached the end of this road together, but Rachel will be her soon, and then we can relax. But this has been utterly sensational, Laura, the sheer thrill of neither of us being free nor unable to escape from each other, turns me on SO much. Don’t you agree?”

“Not half Fiona, but let’s hope Rachel turns up soon. Whilst this time with you has been, without doubt, the most exciting and exhilarating sex of my entire life, I’m utterly spent now.” As I was, another word beginning with the letter ‘E’ was starting to make its unwelcome presence completely felt, exhaustion. I was, by now, in quite a state of discomfort, which the mass of my partner pushing down upon me, was increasing to a worrying degree.

“She’ll be here soon; don’t you worry about that!”

But, and by now it was long after the hour that we had expected Rachel to need to arrive here, there was no sign of her. “Fiona, just where is she? I can’t take much more of this.”

“She should be here by now, yes, you’re right. Unfortunately, I’ve no idea where she is. Come on sis, just what game do you think you’re playing here?”

“What if something’s happened to her?”

“Like what?”

“Maybe she’s had a traffic accident, or something like that?” Although obviously that had been a pure guess, I had no idea as the truth of Rachel’s present position. “I mean didn’t you think of the risks when you chained yourself to me. Now we’re both stuck, helpless and attached to this bed. How bloody stupid can you get?”

“Talk about ingratitude! I didn’t hear you complaining whilst I was shagging you into the middle of next week, did I? So, it’s all MY fault then, is it?

“Well, it’s not mine, is it? I mean, just what could I do to stop you chaining your own body to mine. I was already helpless by then, shackled to this bed. Why the hell didn’t you wait for your sister to arrive, BEFORE putting yourself in such a state of capture? I can’t believe you’ve been so stupid!”

“You bloody ungrateful cow! If we ever get out of this situation, do you imagine for ONE moment that I want anything to do with you now? I never want to see you again!”

“You best keep that blindfold on then, hadn’t you?” Now thankful that Fiona had used them, quite frankly I found myself agreeing with her sentiment about neither of us wanting to continue with our, now failing, relationship. Inwards I cursed myself, I’d definitely let my pussy triumph over my head and was now paying the full price of that impetuosity. I’d just called Fiona stupid, but maybe it was I who was the utter idiot here. I’d let myself get carried away, my sheer lust and the desire to be shagged whilst in Fiona’s complete carnal captivity had completely blinded me to any danger or common sense.

And it was almost as if Fiona had come to recognise the switch of my emotions towards her and resented them. This was somebody used to getting her own way in life, sure, it was fine for her to ‘dump’ me, but it seemed there was no way she could accept my apparent rejection of her own desires. Next moment her lips were upon mine, Hard!

I tried to resist, for by now I really didn’t want this, but chained to both the bed and my assailant, I found myself unable to reject her. Sure, I kept my mouth closed, she reluctantly, accepted this state, so allowing me to scream, “FIONA, NO!” But now instead, she plunged, yes that’s the right word, her strap-on back into my pussy. Painfully, an emotion that increased rapidly as she started to pump me vigorously, now not giving a fig for either my feelings or welfare! Please bear in mind, she wasn’t having to cope with another body pressing down upon her, and as some time had passed since our last shag, clearly, she’d been able to regain some of her strength.

“Take it bitch!” Fiona hissed, as she continued her abuse of me, her action fuelled by her ego, bruised by my perceived rejection of her advances. Thankfully my pussy was still wet, so I wasn’t in any pain, from the physical point of view anyway, as she continued my ‘punishment!’

And now, there emerged into the equation something that I’d never even considered before. Is it possible to NOT enjoy an orgasm? Because, whether I wanted or not, and by now I most certainly did not, Fiona’s actions were having an effect ‘down there!’ And what this whole situation possibly even more bizarre, is that, unlike earlier, the attachment of her strap-on that tickled her pussy appeared to be having no positive effect upon my tormentor.

Therefore, the completely crazy scenario arose, wherein I came to climax, and she did not. As my body shook with, almost unwanted, pleasure; Fiona was utterly seething with frustration and pure anger. “BITCH! How did you manage to cum, whilst I did NOT?”

As if I wanted that? Of course, ecstasy had claimed me, but there were factors that prevented me from fully enjoying its results. Like the fact that I was completely spent, shattered, with my body still having to cope with the mass of my captor bound upon it. Where the hell was Rachel?

[LunaDog]

Lying on her hospital bed, suddenly Rachel’s eyes flickered, then fully opened. She knew immediately that something wasn’t right, as she took in her unusual surroundings. As she managed to work out that she was in a hospital ward, a nurse appeared in her line of sight. “Welcome back to the world of the living, Rachel. Are you feeling comfortable?”

“Well yes, I suppose so, but how did I get to be here? I take it I’m in hospital.”

“You were involved in a traffic accident. A lorry pulled out into the lane you were driving, forcing you into the central reservation. I’m glad to inform you that the Doctor has determined that you have no lasting injuries. You’ll make a full recovery, given time.”

“Thank goodness for that. I vaguely remember the lorry now, and then everything went blank.” Rachel laid back on her bed, and all of a sudden sprang forwards, “OH MY GOD! FIONA!”

Rachel explained the situation to the nurse, informing her that Fiona and I were bound to the bed and each other. Which rather earned her quite a rebuke from the medical professional, tutting to herself, “why do people play such stupid games?” But she did retrieve the keys to Fiona’s cottage from Rachel’s handbag, with the intention of informing the relevant authorities as to Fiona’s and my predicament.



I was on the verge of unconsciousness, Fiona’s body weight threatening to crush the life out of me, not to mention the state of dehydration that both of us were experiencing, when I heard a key turn in the front door of Fiona’s house. Thinking to myself, ‘thank God, Rachel’s here,’ although of course it wasn’t Fiona’s sister who had arrived. No, although because of being blindfolded I still couldn’t see, it was an Ambulance crew, together with a couple of Police Officers that burst into the room.

I felt a hand retrieve the key from the top of the stocking of my left leg, and suddenly I sensed the bonds linking Fiona and myself together becoming undone, and at last, the weight of her body no longer bore down on me, as they lifted her off my form.

And then I was free to be able to move again, for the first time within quite some period I was no longer chained to Fiona’s bed. God, it was SUCH a relief.

But, as I lifted my blindfold myself, it became obvious that Rachel was nowhere to be seen, as the female Police Officer present began to give us both a real bollocking. “You pair of complete idiots! What the hell do you think you were playing at? By the way, just in case you are interested, Rachel is in hospital, although not seriously injured in any way. She was forced off the road by a lorry, I take it she was supposed to arrive here and release you pair of morons. You really need to think before indulging in such dangerous, kinky games. I’ve got it in mind to damn well charge you both, I’m sure I could think of a relevant offence, but as I hope you’ve both learned your lesson here, I won’t bother. Let’s get you both off to hospital, to make sure that you’ve done no lasting damage to each other.”

The Ambulance crew placed an intravenous drip into both my former girlfriend’s and my own arm, in order to rehydrate us, before allowing us to both dress ourselves, although the Policewoman did express an opinion that it would damn well teach us if we’d been forced to be taken into A&E just in stockings and suspenders!

Glaring at one another during that Ambulance journey to hospital, incidentally the same one where Rachel currently resided, yes, I think it was fair to say that our relationship had totally collapsed by now. Eventually we arrived, and at last I was spared from being in her presence. Thank goodness for that.

I was checked out by a Doctor, who, to my relief, told me that I’d sustained no lasting injuries from our ‘activities,’ and shortly afterwards a very sexy nurse, whose name tag announced her moniker as ‘Sara’ arrived with my discharge papers.

“I understand that you like being confined to beds. And then sexually ravished.”

“Yes, as a matter of fact I rather do. Although I need to be a little more careful just how I indulge in this passion in future.”

Suddenly Sara’s eyes widened with REAL lust, as she quickly shut the curtains around my bed, before her lips were onto mine, instigating a kiss that was full pf passion and menace! “Right in that case, you’re about to be discharged, and I’m about to clock off from duty shortly afterwards. Wait for me, and then I’m going to take you to my home, and my bed. I’ve found that bandages make for really good bondage equipment, and you’re going to become ‘Sara’s sex slut!’ And there’s not a chance of me taking ‘NO’ for answer.”

As Sara’s beautiful blue eyes held my own in a captivating, lustful gaze, I knew there was even less chance of me uttering that particular word, than of her accepting it. I was already HERS, with both of us fully knowing it. After being officially discharged, I DID wait for her, she finished less than fifteen minutes later. As she promised, she then took me back to her home.

Once we reached there, still in her nurse’s uniform, which I find far sexier than any of those ‘play’ types sold on-line, Sara stripped me completely, before ushering me into the shower. For as she informed me, my ordeal underneath Fiona’s body had resulted in my own form becoming coated in sweat and other bodily fluids which, well, weren’t necessarily a ‘turn-on!’

Just what I actually needed, as not only did the flowing water give me a chance to thoroughly wash my hair and body, it also invigorated my form and bought me back to life, to a state in which I’d be able to completely enjoy Sara’s obvious intentions. And when I’d finished, the still uniformed Sara quickly dried me off, before she securely tied my arms behind my back, leading me out of the bathroom to find myself standing in front of a tall mirror.

“As your own stockings are rather soiled, I’m just going to have to put you into some of mine, aren’t I?” A smiling Sara stood behind me, head resting on my shoulder and I could see in the mirror that she had a pair of stockings and lacy suspender belt in her hand, quality items that matched my own in that regard. Make no mistake, Sara was in no hurry to place me within them, blimey, just how teasing did she make that process? So that by the time that stocking had met suspender and Sara fastened the clasps, my entire body felt like a spring, fully wound with sexual tension!

Now, at last, she guided me over to her bed, undoing the bond that held my arms together, then ‘inviting’ me to lay down upon its surface. Which incidentally wasn’t covered in satin, something she’d need to address if this relationship was going anywhere, I thought.

Now, I’m sure there’s some of you reading this who are questioning my thought process here. After all, hadn’t I just had quite a lucky escape from a nasty situation, where I’d found myself ‘confined’ as it where to bed, just as I was clearly going to myself once again? Hadn’t I learned from that particular episode?

I suppose it was a ‘get back on a horse straight away having fallen off of one’ moment. Yes, I’d been bloody stupid in allowing Fiona to place us both in danger, but I sensed that I could fully trust Sara, she was a nurse after all, wasn’t she? And it was clear that unlike Fiona, she wasn’t about to place herself in inescapable bondage, no she was simply going to put me within that state alone.

As I stretched out, suddenly Sara took full hold of my left arm. And then, just as she had stated, she used a bandage to, very securely, tie my wrist and hand to the bedpost there, her claim that a bandage could make very effective bondage material, utterly proven to be completely correct. Her bond was absolutely inescapable, especially once she moved to the other side of the bed and captured my right arm in the same secure manner. The time for talking was over, I was now totally hers, hers to do with exactly what she wanted, with completely unable to resist her in any way, shape or form. Smashing!

By the time Sara started to remove her nurse’s uniform and make NO mistake she made a show of that particular task that any professional stripper would have been fully proud of, two more bandages had completed the job of holding my body in a spread-eagled form to Sara’s bed. Which, having put herself into the same state of dress as myself, in other words, just in stockings and suspenders, Sara sat herself down on her furniture, started to rub her hand over my nylon covered pins.

“Well then, here we are then. You are MINE! And boy, am I going to let you know it? Now, I guess that normally when you are in the position just where you find yourself, whatever you’re then subjected to takes place in the dark, with you being blindfolded. And yes, I do have one of those, which I DO intend to use on you. But, for our first couple of shags, oh yes, that’s EXACTLY what I’m going to do to you, I WANT you to see the total lust in my eyes! After all, Laura, just what are you now, precisely like I told you would happen. So, you are?”

I knew exactly what Sara wanted to hear, which co-incidentally was just what I wanted to be, so now my voice rang out, clearly and concisely.

“SARA’S SEX SLUT!”

[LunaDog]

“Aren’t you just Darling, aren’t you just? From now on until I, and ONLY I, decide otherwise, the only purpose in your mere existence is to provide me, your supreme Mistress Sara, with SEX! SEX! and yet more SEX! I’m now going to shag you utterly senseless, keeping you ‘at it’ until you can take NO more and beg, yes BEG, me to stop and to show you mercy. Which is something I fully intend to show you NONE of whatsoever, as I demand yet more SEX from you! You totally belong to me now! However, first, I need to fetch something.”

Sara climbed off the bed, and located her strap-on, large, VERY large, I noticed. As I also saw her position the attachment right next to her clitty, knowing that she’d be fully stimulated as she shagged me. Good, I wanted her to enjoy this as much as I did, obviously a sentiment that she clearly shared. But as I observed all of this, I also clocked that she’d grabbed something else. Nipple clamps, really VISCOUS looking ones! “Well, I’ll need these to hang on to whilst I ride you, won’t I?”

Unfortunately, my perception that they would be painful proved to be utterly correct, especially as Sara fitted them. But then, her skilled use of them, to steady herself as she subjected me to her considerable sexual skills, yes possibly Sara’s even exceeded Fiona’s very high level, proved to make the fitting of them at least seem appropriate, if uncomfortable. I found, to my surprise admittedly, that they DID add to the excitement.

Excitement that lasted for quite some time as Sara totally unleashed herself upon me, subjecting me to a highly charged and fully exhilarating session of purely RAW sex, in her highly skilled hands. And as she’d suggested, after the first couple of shags, I DID lose my power of sight, which did add a welcome a measure of mystery to the pure pleasure. But, as her own strength began to fail, she switched to simply using her hands and fingers to continue the torment of my body. Then, I remembered, hadn’t Sara promised to keep me ‘active’ until I begged her to stop?

I knew I’d have to give in. “Mistress Sara, please show me some mercy and stop. I’m begging you, Mistress, please stop. I can take NO more!” And I wasn’t far from the truth there, Sara HAD taken me close to my limit of endurance.

“Mercy? I believe I promised you NONE of that! Oh no Darling, I’m not finished with you just yet! Didn’t I warn you that at this point I’d be demanding yet more SEX from you?” It was almost as if she was playing to some imaginary cameras, for then she gently whispered to me that it would be just for one final shag, and that she would grant me a period of rest before she was going to enforce that upon me.

Indeed, during said rest period, Sara in fact released my limbs from bondage, one by one, moving them around to exercise them, and offset the prospect of cramp setting in, before returning them to a captive state. And so, when that final shag occurred, the combination of my body recovering somewhat during that rest with the knowledge this WAS the final time, it DID restore the enjoyment level to what it had been at the start of her subjection of me, to a very large degree!

Once that fantastic last coupling had finalised, and our almost simultaneous cries of real ecstasy died down, Sara proved to be a lady of her word, and released me from her bed. Which we returned to after a quick visit to her bathroom, but to fall asleep now. Deep sleep, that did restore our stamina somewhat, just as well, for Sara had me back in her secure bondage again almost as soon as I awoke. Not that I was complaining mind! By now I KNEW I had been destined to belong to the utterly insatiable Sara, tied fully in secure spread-eagled bondage to a bed by her was now my natural position in life. But we still needed to buy some satin sheets!



Well, we’ve got a few sets of those now, about ten months later, on Sara’s and my wedding day. Including one of those being wedding white, the set that are fitted to the bed of the bridal suite upon which I’m lying right now. Dressed in pure white lingerie, a white blindfold denying me use of my eyes and even the bondage ties that secure me to this item of furniture also being of that hue. Where I now await the attentions of my, now, wife, herself in pure white lingerie.

As Sara now starts upon me, and I know that I’m facing a real torrid time in her hands, a wedding night that I will treasure for the rest of my life, I begin to reflect, that although it seemed to be such a problem at the time, without it, this delicious situation that I’m about to enjoy so much probably wouldn’t be happening. Yes, it’s true, I almost certainly would not have ever met my wonderful Sara, without being subjected to….

FIONA’S FOLLY!