Message-ID: <18682eli$9901212137@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Philster Subject: {Mr. John Jones} "Bound for Pleasure" (F+M Fdom Mdom toys bi bond reluc) <*> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Accept-Language: en 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: <3687CED4.C83553C3@megsinet.net> Bound for Pleasure John J. Jones I'm Jim. I'm 35 years old and no, I've never been married. I've never even come close. I won't say I've never been in love, because I have. I've just never found the one that I'd want to spend my life with and to be honest, I don't think any have ever felt that way about me. I've gone out with a lot of women, and have had sex with only a few. But there was one…. That's who this story is about. Carol. I was 25 at the time. She was 21. A very mature 21. Carol and I had one thing in common. We loved sex. She was a little hard to please sometimes, but I always did my best and it always seemed to be enough for her. She was a "southern belle". She had gorgeous blue eyes and light brown freckles… all over. She had about a size 35 breast-line, a thin waist and sexy hips. Her hair was golden blonde, straight and down past her waist. She was crazy. Sex crazy. One of her favorite things to do was to watch an X-rated movie with me and try everything they did. And we watched some pretty wild movies. The one that got me in trouble wound up including some surprise guests. It ended up kinkier than I thought, too. But I'm getting ahead of myself. It was a Friday night. We had gone out to dinner and she had brought a movie (of course). She popped the movie into the VCR and started watching. Now, she selected this movie and I had no idea what it was going to be about. It was an amateur flick. I soon learned it was also a bondage flick. Now, I have nothing against the bondage part of B&D. It's the "d" part I've always had a problem with. Although I hadn't tried it, I had to admit the thought of being at my woman's mercy had appealed to me. So had the thought of having my woman at my mercy. I still wasn't quite sure if this was where I wanted to go right now. Apparently, it was where she wanted to go. I realized as the movie progressed, she was looking up at me. I didn't look back right away, but raised an eyebrow as I watched the movie. I heard her giggle. After about half an hour into the film, I was rock hard. They were showing a woman tied to an X-Frame while her guy had a dildo in her ass and his tongue in her crotch. Carol looked down at my pants, which weren't doing a good job of hiding a sizable hard-on. "Ah-Ha!" she said, as she put her hand on my crotch and squeezed my cock. "You like this, don't you!" she said. I still didn't look at her, but smiled, watching the TV. "Obviously." I said calmly. "I knew it!" she said. Finally, I looked over at her. "But we don't have the furniture." I said. "What if I said we could get to it?" she replied. I drew my head back, raised both eyebrows and said with a surprise in my voice "Oh yeah? Is there something I should know about you?" She was fighting a smile. She put her head back on the couch, looked up at me and put a little pout on her lips. "Me? You mean me?". I grinned down at her "Yeah, you!" I said. "I just know someone at work who has this stuff. She's going to be gone for the weekend, and asked me if I wanted to "borrow" her house for a couple of days." This deserved some thought. I had to explain to her that I wasn't into pain and I wasn't into giving it, either. So, we had a long talk. It turned out very positive. She felt the same way. It seems it was no surprise to her, as she had brought a change of clothes and a bag of "tricks". I bagged up some stuff and off we went. Now this could be interesting. On the way she started talking about what she was "going to do to me" while I was tied up. Again, the old one-eyebrow-raised look. I was surprised at some of the ideas she was coming up with. We were in her car, which was a beater Ford LTD station wagon. I always called it a rattletrap because it was so old. But it was big. One of the movies we had watched was about a couple screwing in the back of their van in a forest preserve. Hey, let down the back seats, and that car had just as much bedroom as any van. We were lucky we didn't get busted. Carols friends house was about 30 miles away. When we pulled up, it looked like just another nice suburban house. It had a well-kept lawn, shrubbery, trees and even lawn décor (large birds, running birdbath, etc). The homes were farther apart here than in the city, probably 100 yards or more between them. A light even came on in the driveway as we pulled in, obviously activated by a motion sensor. Carol hopped out of the car like an excited kid, bag and purse swinging in her hands. She ran around the car and met me as I got out, taking my hand and pulling me toward the house. "Come on!" she touted. I caught myself looking around to see if any neighbors were watching. When we reached the small porch, she pulled some keys out of her purse and opened the door. There were dim lights on in what appeared to be the living room. As we entered, I heard a high pitched beeping. Carol closed the door and walked around a corner. "1-3-4-3-3" I heard her say. There were beeping tones with each number she spoke then the high-pitched beeping stopped. She came back around the corner. "Burglar alarm" she muttered. "I guessed that." I said. She ran up to me, put her arms around my neck and laid a big wet kiss on me. As she pulled back, she took my lower lip between her teeth and growled. Yes, indeed, this was going to be an interesting night. "Follow me!" she said and went back around the corner. I walked down a dark hall. She opened a door and turned on a light. We went downstairs into a large den. The den was actually pretty cool. It appeared this girl made some serious money. According to Carol, she was single, but liked her men submissive. Very submissive. The den was carpeted. There was a very nice bar with a "ship" type atmosphere. There were couches, big chairs and pictures of seascapes, boats and other naval ornaments. Even a door with a wooden ships steering wheel. The wooden plate above the wheel read "Captains Quarters". There was also a big steering wheel (even moved) attached to the front of the bar. "Do you want a drink?" Carol asked, interrupting my inspection. She was behind the bar. "Making yourself a bit at home, aren't we?" I asked. "Kathy told me I could help myself when I was here last time." "Oh? Last time?" I asked quickly. "Ooops. Busted.", she said. "When were you here last time?" I asked. She walked over to her bag and pulled out the tape we watched and handed it to me. "You're kidding" I said. "Well," she started "I mean I didn't see her make it or anything, but she has quite a collection". She motioned for me to follow her behind the bar. Beneath one end of the bar were about 15 movies, all with the same style labels on them. "Were they filmed here?" I asked. She hesitated, grabbed a bottle of cognac and smiled. "How about a drink?" she quipped -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----