Message-ID: <5167eli$9710261608@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: LtSwitch@aol.com Subject: Birthday.... B&D S&M Cons ?? Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <971026002035_-258119970@mrin43.mail.aol.com> For those who enjoy a bit of friendly bondage between friends. all others, and those under 19 1/2, please don't even think of reading this......... Dan's Birthday Dan's birthday was tomorrow and I had to come up with some sort of gift, but my finances just weren't cooperating. Since I really didn't have any money to spare, I offered my self for a day to do "anything", with sitting through a baseball game or car race in mind. Dan responded favorably and told me that he would take care of the details. "Just check your mailbox in the morning, Tina, and I'll do the rest." I ran so many scenarios through my mind that I had trouble getting to sleep that night. What did he have in mind? Just what would he drop into the mailbox? Surely I'd hear something drop into the mail slot, and get some idea! I finally faded off for a restless six hours of sleep, never having figured out what Dan was up to. It was about eight-thirty when I awoke. I laid in bed for a while shaking out the cobwebs then suddenly the mailbox popped into my mind. Jumping out of the sack I ran downstairs to see an envelope sitting on the floor just below the slot. Written on the envelope was simply, "Open at 10AM". Nearly trembling with anticipation, I picked it up and held it to the light trying to get an idea of what it contained. I could open it now. How would he know? Well, somehow I managed to overcome my curiousity and obey the instructions. I showered, and got a bit of breakfast, staring at the envelope as I sipped my coffee. It seemed as though the clock had slowed to nearly a stop, but it finally inched it's way to the appointed time. It was ten! I ripped open the sleve and read the enclosed note. "Good morning, Tina. Enclosed it a key which will open a door behind the building at 153 Elgin Street. Go into the building and enter the third door on your right side. Open locker number 12. Further instructions will be waiting." With no idea what was awaiting, I placed the key in my pocket, gathered my things, then hopped into the car. Elgin Street was in an old industrial part of town, and I couldn't imagine what Dan had in mind, but I would simply follow my instructions. Twenty minutes later I was stopped in front of a deserted old brick building. I got out of the car and looked around. The area was void of anyone except a few pigeons and the building looked as though it had been locked up for months. I walked down the side of the building, past a row of loading docks and then turned the corner to the back of the structure. About twenty feet down was a door held closed with a sturdy padlock. I took the key from my pocket, and wioth fingers trembling with anticipation, slipped it into the lock, and turned. The lock popped open now giving me access to the building. I turned the knob and pressed the heavy wooden door. Creaking, as if a prop for some old monster movie, the hinges gave way to my effort. I looked around then stepped inside, closed the door behind me, and set the lock on a nearby shelf. I had entered an through what must have been office area with doors along the passageway. The morning light peered in through a few dusty windows, the slender rays yielding just enough light to get about. Quietly I stepped down the hall until I arrived in front of the third doorway. I looked about, then opened the door. In the dim shafts of light I could make out that this must have been some sort of dressing room for the workers and still full of lockers. Looking about I soon found number 12. A open combination lock hung on the handle and banged against the metal as I opened the door. Every sound was amplified in the silence of the abandoned place. Just as Dan had said, there was a note waiting. "Welcome to my birthday party, Tina. Take off all your clothes (yes, everything) and place them in this locker. Then lock the door with the padlock, and continue on down the hallway into the warehouse. You'll find another note at the top of the spiral staircase." Dan had certainly come up with some plan! I can't say that I felt that comfortable stripping and then locking my clothes away in this old place, but I decided to trust Dan and comply with his wishes. I kicked off my shoes and slipped them into the locker then slipped my jeans off. I nervously peered around behind the lockers before unbuttoning my blouse and taking it off. Clad in my bra and panties I considered that Dan would accept this, but remembered that my promise was to do "anything". I unfastened my bra, bared my breasts, and tossed the skimpy garment into the locker. With a final burst of courage I slid my panties off and placed them atop my other clothes. There I was buck naked and was about to lock away my clothes, wallet, and car keys. I took one more peek around then closed the metal door and clicked the padlock into place. The deed was done. Carefully I open the door to the hallway, and meekly stepped forth from the locker room, the cool cement floor beneath my bare feet. Gingerly I stepped down the passage until I reached a door through which I could see the empty warehouse. Through the door I ventured, feeling self conscious as hell and sure that I was now being observed by everyone on earth. In the dim light I began to look for the spiral staircase. Finally in the opposite corner of the cavernous room I saw it, a steel staircase which led from the loft above to the basement below. Carefully I crossed the floor to the staircase and as prescribed, there was another note. "Go to the bottom of the staircase. You will find a blindfold, leg cuffs and handcuffs. Lock the cuffs on your ankles, feed the handcuffs through the chain, then lock your hands behind your back, and wait. Oh, and don't forget that blindfold." I doubted my sanity for doing this as my bare feet made their way down the cold iron steps. Barely able to see when I reached the bottom, I found the cuffs and blindfold. All I could think was, "I trust Dan, I trust Dan" as I placed the cuffs around my ankles and latched them closed. I then kneeled on the cold cement floor and attached the cuffs to one wrist, then put the heavy blindfold on before intertwining the cuffs and latching the other around my wrist. I was now Dan's prisoner for whatever he had in mind. I tried in vain to find a comfortable position on the chilling concrete as I considered my fate if Dan didn't show up. There was now way that I could make it up the spiral staircase cuffed as I was, and my best fate would be being found by some industrial real estate agent, if I was LUCKY. I don't know how long I sat there, naked and chained, with my mind running wild. The longer I sat, the worse my thoughts touched on things like starving to death or being eaten by rats until I finally heard footsteps above. Finally the steps were making there way down the staircase. Relieved, I waited for Dan's voice "What have we here sitting all naked and cuffed up." I tried to squirm and cover myself, but there isn't much you can do, shackled as I was. "OK, Dan, enough's enough. Let me loose!" I had barely gotten the words out when the gag was stuffed into my mouth. I can't say that I was, at all, liking the cock gag that was forced between my lips, but I didn't have much to say about it at this point. "Gotta get this gift decorated," He said in a sing-song voice as he collaed me then wrapped leather cuffs around my wrists and buckled them into place. Next was a collar was looped around my neck and locked. Blindfolded, gagged, and shackled as I was, there was nothing I could do as leather cuffs were placed on my ankles. I was certainly being prepared for something, but what? He released one of the shackles from my ankles and linked it to something nearby, most likely the staircase railings. "That's so you don't get any ideas about escape while I change things around a bit here. Now stand up and spread your legs." I struggled to my feet, feeling a bit stiff after the time I had spent in bondage, and spread my legs as ordered. "You do have a nice tits," observed my captor as he grabbed my breasts. The touch of his hands brought my nipples to immediate attention. I felt my wrists being released from the handcuffs, then the leather cuffs were linked behind me. My ankles were released from the shackles and I soon felt a tug on my collar. "Come along slave, we have a party to go to!" I couldn't imagine where I was being taken as he led me through the building, my only clues coming from a few sounds, and the feel of the floor on my bare feet. I heard a door open then I was led into an area with what seemed to be a wooden floor. To my shock and dismay, as we entered the room there was a brief round of applause from what seemed to be three or four people. "See, I told you all that I could wrap this birthday gift by myself. Now someone get the video camera going. I don't want to miss any of this." I grunted in protest, but the next thing I heard was Dan, whispering into my ear. "Thanks for being my birthday present, Tina. Hope you don't mind that I invited few friends. Ya know, I just never realized that you'd look so nice all wrapped up like this." "OK, everyone, each of you received a small party favor which you can now open. You'll find, inside, a small slip of paper with a brief description of what you get to do with my present." I'm sure if I weren't blindfolded you could have seen my eyes pop out when I heard that. It certainly seemed that Dan was going to allow each of her guests have their fun at my expense. I could hear rustling of paper and a bit of twittering as the guests opened the packages. "OK, who's first? "My card says 'whipping', can I start? "Sounds just fine. Let's get her in position." I wanted to protest, but a quick tug on the collar and I was on my way to a whipping.......mine. Once again I felt the cold concrete under my feet as the little troupe led me away. Carefully I was led up the stairway, apparently, into the large warehouse that I had passed through as I entered. We stopped in what must have been the center of the cavernous room. My wrists were moved around in front of me and attached to a chain that led aloft. Suddenly I heard the whirring of a large motor as the chain was pulled upward with me attached. In a few seconds I was nearly hanging by my wrists, stretched and ready for a whipping. My ankles were then pulled apart, spreading my legs wide apart. "She's all yours! Remember, don't tell her how many strokes." Before I could take all this in the first stroke stung across my back, bringing applause from the group. Another followed then several more to the same area. Then the whip wrapped around my ribs and caught my chest, on which she concentrated for ten more strokes. This woman was certainly proficient with the whip, I considered, as the next stroke striped my exposed ass. I twisted every which way trying to avoid the lash, but they seemed to come from every side, and there was no avoiding the cat. The whipping concluded with about twenty strokes to my ass and thighs, several coming far to close to my pussy. When the tension was taken from my wrists, I slumped to the floor in a aching perspiring lump. "I hope we got that all on the video. She squirmed and twisted so nicely. Who's next," chirped Dan? I couldn't believe that I would have to perform some duty for each of these guests before the day ended, each to be videotaped, but that certainly seemed the case as the next voice piped up. "Dan, I just got these clamps in my package?" "Ahhh, the booby prize. You get to put the nipple clamps on her, but look at the bright side; she will have to wear them for the rest of the day. My wrists were soon bound behind my back clearing the way for my new tormentor to affix the clamps to my nipples. He took firm hold of my left tit, and slipped the clamp into place, tightening it beyond necessity. As I grimaced at the sensation, she took hold of the other and attached it in a like manner. "Well, not much of a project, but they won't come off." From my side I had to agree with her as the dull pain began to sink in. "So, who's next? "Dan, my note says, "foot service". What's that?" "Well, I was thinking that you might have her lick your feet and suck you toes. I'm sure she'll give you a lovely massage." I wasn't too wild about this idea either, but at least they'd have to take the gag from my mouth, and that alone would be big treat. Pulled to my feet by, I was taken to another part of the building where I was placed in a kneeling position on the floor where my wrists and ankles were chained together behind my back. "I'm going to remove this gag, slave. Not a word or we'll start the day from the beginning with the whipping. Do you understand?" I nodded in agreement and the offensive shaft was slipped from my mouth. My new mistress then spoke up. "Slave, move about two feet forward and bend over." I inched forward until I was stopped by a bare foot placed against my chest at which point I leaned forward in submission. "You can start by kissing my feet, slave, then you can suck my toes." I could hear the quiet twittering of the others as I began to gently kiss the feet of my current mistress. I could only hope that the video camera wasn't rolling as I took her toes into my mouth and sucked them, one by one. The humiliation was prolonged as I was required to give each toe several minutes of attention, then an easy shove from her foot and I was pushed over onto the floor laying on my side. "It should be easier to lick the bottoms of my feet from that angle, slave." I almost piped up with a nasty retort, but I considered enduring another whipping, then quietly set about my task of licking her feet. I was beginning to feel that she was really getting into her role a bit too much when she began to play with my pussy with her other foot. now aroused even more, I completed my task and was finally released to the next guest. "Well, Dan, my party favor must have been the real prize! Do I really get to have her to lick my pussy til I come?" "She's all yours, and the camera will be rolling the whole time." I was again lifted to my knees and placed in front of my latest mistress. "If you only didn't have that blindfold, slave, you could see my lovely body spread out in front of you. I'm so turned on by watching you all afternoon. But, since you can't see, just crawl forward til I stop you, then lean forward til you feel my pussy hair in your face." As ordered, I moved forward, soon taking in the musky scent of her cunt, then leaned forward almost immediately contacting the soft hair between her thighs. I gently kissed her mound, then extended my tongue, softly probing for her moist slit. I can't say that I wasn't enjoying this part, but it wasn't really the circumstance that I would have planned. Deeper and deeper I pressed my tongue into her pulsing cunt, each advance cueing a soft sigh. Finally zeroing in on her excited clit I continued my attack, sucking, nibbling, massaging until her hips began to rock in rhythm to my advances and her soft sighs became strong moans. She placed her legs over my shoulders and pulled me closer only moments before her orgasm arrived, her body shuddering with pleasure. It was some time before I felt her muscles finally relax and she released me from service. After a brief rest, I was lifted to my feet and guided to the next location, wondering what was in store for me. Working as a team, the partygoers soon had me bound, spread eagled, on the floor. As one pair of hands began to softly stroke my breasts another started work on my thighs. It wasn't long before my a third set of soft hands began to gently stroke my cunt. I took a deep pleasurable breath as a warm moist tongue began to tease my slit. It was unmistakably Dan. "I've save the best for myself, Tina." With that I felt him straddle me and slip his cock into my damp tunnel. I strained at my bindings as his hips began to gently rock as his stiff member massaged my clit. What happened was even less expected. Another of the group straddled my face, and pressed her wet pussy to my lips. I was to service two at once. I pressed my tongue into her slit as Dan continued to pump my pussy. It was sensory overload! The two of them laughed and discussed how they could come together, and told me that If I came too soon, it would be back to the whipping post. The way I felt by now, It seemed almost a sure ticket to another flogging, but I managed somehow hold off and not come until Dan and the girl gave me the order. I climaxed just as Dan released his warm load into me and my tongue brought release to the lovely clit above my face. The three of us fell limp on the floor, victims of lovely pleasure. I was finally released from the spread eagled position and refastened in the original leg and handcuffs, sitting on the floor, apparently where I had began the day. I could only hear the champagne cork pop and the bubbly pour forth. I sat shackled throughout the remainder of the celebration. The festivities eventually wound down and I heard the group leave. Dan kissed me and whispered in my ear. "You were a lovely birthday present. I'm leaving but I've arranged for your release. I'm going home to watch the videotape!' A minute later I heard the door close and I was again alone, naked, and shackled in the middle of an abandoned warehouse. All the thoughts of starvation and/or being discovered by a real estate agent had passed through my mind when I heard what seemed to be Dan's's voice. "Hi, Tina," The voice said, "I recorded this tape to tell you how to get free. The keys to the cuffs are on the first step of the staircase, and the combination to the locker is twelve, seven, twenty." It was a clever way for him to make her exit. I fumbled around and finally found the keys and a minute later I was unlocking myself. I removed the blindfold, gathered up the cuffs and recorder, and moved cautiously up the stairway. I made my across the cavernous building and into the passageway to the locker room. Anxiously I turned the combination and pulled the handle. Opening the door, I found my all clothes had been replaced with a only a pair of cutoffs, a tanktop and note. "This will be more than you need when you get home." Clad in nothing more than the cutoffs, and anticipating an interesting evening, I exited the building and locked the door behind me. comments to LtSwitch@aol.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /