I had plans.  I liked bondage.  I had tied girls up during sex a few times, but it was always very simple.  I was going to expand this.  I kept one bedroom totally empty of furniture, and I sealed off the windows where no one could possibly ever peek inside.  I installed two sturdy hooks in the ceiling about three feet apart.  I had a considerable supply of rope.  I wanted a ball gag.   I found some rubber practice golf balls that I thought would do nicely.  I drilled a small hole through one ball and ran a canvas belt through it.  The belt had a rolling lock rather than notches.  It would be possible to tighten it just right rather than have one notch to tight or one too lose.  I had two belts just like that, and I had several of the balls.  I was once a boy scout.  “Be prepared” right?  I made another ball gag.  Just the thought of what I might do with those two gags was incredible.

    I needed a whip,  Even if I wasn’t going to use it, I needed it for effect.  I had a leather belt three inches wide, very wide.  I took a razor blade and sliced the last 12 inches longways into five strips.  It wasn’t a cat of nine tails.  I guess it was a cat of five.  Anyway, I hit myself over the leg to test it.  I decided I had to use it very sparingly if at all.  This was no pretend whip.  This thing would hurt.

    I was dating a girl named Kristine.  She had dark hair, brown eyes and a trim figure.  We were not “going steady” or whatever you want to call a committed relationship.  She knew I might be dating other girls and I knew she might be dating other guys.  We did however enjoy dating each other and we had been out several times.  One particular night I got her back to my place and we made love, very simple and straight forward.  Laying in the bed talking I asked her if she would like to try something very kinky.  Of course she smiled and said what?  “I want to tie you up,” I said.

    “What?!”

    “I want to tie you up where you can’t move, and I want to tease you where you can’t stand it, and I want you to be my sex slave for the evening.”

    She said, “Whoa.” 

    Her eyes were as big as golf balls.  I had my hand on her chest between her breasts.  I could feel her heart racing.  I said, “I can tell you want to.  I can see it in your eyes.  You weren’t this excited the first time we made love.”

    “You’re not going to hurt me are you?”

    “I’m not going to injure you, but I can’t agree that I wouldn’t spank you or maybe even whip you.  I might not, but knowing that I would not at all takes half the fun out of it.”

    She said, “You’ve got to promise me something.  It’s going to be humiliating enough just having you tie me up and order me around.  I would just die if somebody else found out.  Promise me you won’t tell anybody.”

    “You have my promise.  Does this mean you’re my slave now?”

    “Yes.”  The look on her face was priceless, the complete submission, the hope and the fear in her eyes, hope that I would love her, fear that I would shamelessly use her.  I would do both.

    I got up and walked to the foot of the bed looking down at her.  I said, “Get up.”  She got up and stood beside the bed.  I said, “Wait there.”  I went to the empty bedroom and got some rope.  I went back to her and said, “Put your hands together in front.”  She did, looking at me with that same hopeful look.  I tied her hands together and turned her where her side was facing me.  I tied another rope around her as a belt, then tied a rope to her wrists leaving two ends, pulled both ends through her crotch and tied it up to the rope around her waist at the small of her back.  Her naked little ass looked gorgeous with those two ropes coming up the crack. 

    I grabbed her by the arm and said, “March.”  I pushed her in front of me and forced her to march into the empty bedroom.  She gasped at the sight of it and stopped one step inside.  The room was empty except for a rope tied to a bracket on the wall running up and through one of the hooks in the ceiling.  The walls were blank and drab.  The hardwood floor was cool.  I said, “Walk to the center of the room and do not turn around.”  I watched her slowly take each step, unsure, nervous.  She got to the center and just stood there.  I stepped into the room and slammed the door behind me.  She jumped at the noise.  I said, “Get on your knees.”  She did.  She sat back against her heels.   Her dark hair, her warm naked body was a sharp contrast to the cool drab room.  

    I went over to the closet and retrieved the whip.  I wrapped the excess length around my hand till about 18 inches of the whip was hanging free.  I walked around to the front of Kristine.  She said, “Oh my God.  You’re not going to use that on me are you?” 

    I used my hand with the whip in it and pushed her chin up to look at me.  I said, “Silence.  You are not to speak unless spoken to.  If you do again, I will use this on you.  Do you understand?”

    The free end of the whip and it’s five strips were hanging against her breast.  She was almost nervous enough to be shaking.  She said, “Yes.”

    I said, “Very good,” and walked on around her.  I said, “Why did you agree to be my slave tonight?”

    She said, “I don’t know.  All the laundry was done.  I really didn’t have anything better to do.”

    I hit her not hard but solid across the ass with the whip.  She gasped and turned to look at me.  I said, “This is no joke.  When I ask you a question I want a serious answer.  Now back to the original question.  Why did you agree to be my slave tonight?”

    I walked back around in front of her.  She said, “It sounded exciting.  I’ve never done anything like this.”

    “What do you think I’m going to do to you?”

    “I don’t know.  Whip me.  Fuck me.  Make me suck your cock.”  She paused looking into my eyes.  I waited in silence just to see what she would say next.  She said, “Fuck me in the ass.” 

    I had never done that to her yet.  I said, “Do you want me to do all those things to you?”

    She said, “You’re the master.  I’m the slave.  You do what you want to do.”

    “I will.  Don’t worry.  Right now I want to know just what a hot little whore you are.  Do you want me to do all those things to you?”   She was looking at the floor.  Her face was red.  I said, “Look at me.  Do you want me to do all those things to you?”

    She said, “Yes,” and immediately looked back down at the floor.

    I said, “You don’t have to worry.  I will.”  She just sat there on her knees looking at the floor waiting to see what I would do next.   I walked around behind her, leaned against the wall and thought for a while.   I didn’t want to break the tension just yet.  Then I walked back in front of her, grabbed the sides of her face and shoved my cock into her mouth.  She took it willingly and began to suck on it.  I said, “Work it girl.  This better be the best blow job you’ve ever given.”  It was.  I had already come once that evening.  It should have been difficult to make me do it again, but it didn’t take her long to get me close.  I pulled out and made her stop.  I said, “Oh no.  Not yet.  This night is a long way from over.”

    I went to the closet and got one of the ball gags.  I walked up behind her and started to put it on.  She said, “That’s OK.  I won’t say anything I promise.”

    I said, “I know you won’t.”  I slid the ball into her mouth when she opened it to try to say something.  The roller lock on the belt worked perfectly, tightening up just right.  She had this complete look of helplessness.   She couldn’t even say no.  I let go of her and walked away.  She stared at the floor and drooled slightly.  I went back to the closet and got something else.   I stood in front of her and said, “Look at me.”  When she looked up the flash of my Polaroid went off.  The look of shock and shame on her face was incredible.  I said, “Don’t worry.  Nobody’s ever going to see these but you and me.”  I walked over to get a good view of her from the side.  I said, “Look at me again.”  She didn’t.  I said, “Now!”   She did, and I got a great picture of her from the side.

    I put the camera and pictures on the floor and walked up beside her.   I said, “Stand.”  I helped her stand up and marched her over to the rope hanging from the ceiling.  Before I even untied the rope running through her crotch, I tied the rope from the ceiling to her wrists.  I untied the rope running through her crotch and immediately went to the bracket on the wall and pulled the rope, pulling her arms above her head.  There was an odd sense of beauty, of tenderness especially about her breasts hanging there open.  I tied her ankles together and then held the whip under her chin.  I said, “You did say you wanted me to do ‘all’ those things to you.  I wouldn’t want you to be disappointed.”  I whipped her several times, not hard enough to hurt her, just hard enough to let her know that I could if I tried.

    I went and got a low upholstered chair and brought it into the room.   I untied her ankles and the rope from the ceiling.  I bent her over the back of the chair and tied her hands down to the front and her ankles to each chair leg.   I shoved my cock into her warm wet cunt and fucked her over that chair as hard as I could.  I squeezed her breasts and touched her face.  I fucked her to the point that I was about to come and I pulled out and just stood there resting a moment.  She had mentioned something else she wanted.  I put the lube on my cock and used a finger to shove some into her asshole.  She wiggled and squirmed as I twisted my finger inside her.  She pulled strong against the ropes as I shoved my cock slowly inside her ass.  I reached around and put one finger in her cunt while I began to fuck her ass.  I could tell she came as I was rubbing her clit and fucking her ass.  As soon as I worked up to full speed I came myself, falling forward and resting against her.

    I untied her and we showered together.  The mood had changed from serious to sweet and playful.  Kristine said she loved the experience and would like to do it again.  She asked me, “Why have to got two hooks in the ceiling?”

    I said, “Two reasons.  One, I can tie each of your arms to one spreading them apart above your head.  Two, my ultimate fantasy, having two girls tied up in there at once.”

    She said, “Wow.  Do you think you’ll ever find two girls willing to let you do that?”

    I said, “I think I’ve found one.  All I need to do is find the other.  Am I wrong?”

    Kristine said, “No.  I don’t think you’re wrong.”