A Passion for Bondage 1

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A Passion for Bondage: Vicky’s Story Part 1

Vicky is a very unusual young woman. Plain sex with her husband was never going to be enough for her, and it is not long before she dumps him and goes in search for that “something” she knows is missing from her sex life.

Although she is naturally cautious, Vicky may have found just what she needs when she meets an older man who is an expert in the highly exotic art of bondage and discipline. He becomes her mentor, teaching her the erotic delights of strict rope bondage – and more. It seems that Vicky cannot get enough of the feeling of intense helplessness, and her newfound friend is happy to oblige with ever more intense experiences.

Something is sadly lacking in Vicky’s sex life, but when she meets an older man who is an expert in the exotic arts of bondage and discipline, she begins to discover what she has been missing as she embarks on a voyage of discovery of ever-more intense adventures in helplessness.

As with all of John Savage’s books, this is filled with lovely young women tightly bound and helpless, chained and restrained, and with just a dash of pain to liven up the tale.

Published Dec 2019    50,000 words

I inserted the ball into my mouth then buckled the strap tightly. That finished, I hurried over to where John was standing by that custom made steel cage. It was a rectangular box made from shinny chromed bars with a lid that closed down and could be locked on top.
John took my hands and tied them behind my back. It was just a simple wrists crossed tie but I shivered with delight as he tightened down the ropes.
He helped me climb into the cage, get down into a kneeling position, then pushed on my back to force my naked body to bend over. I felt the bars of the lid pushing down on my back and arms. I was so bent over that my breasts were squashed against my thighs., I was in heaven. The loud click of the padlock was delightful. It was very cramped in there with the metal bars pressing against me on all sides.
John sat on the bed and just looked at me. I bumped my head lifting it to look at him. I soon discovered that it was difficult and awkward to do any kind of movement. That is, when it wasn’t impossible. There was no way I could straighten up. Almost any movement was impossible. The cage held me quite solidly immobile.
I even found that the lid pressing down on my arms limited my ability to try to free my wrists. I was limited to feeling around with my fingers, which did me no good because, as usual, he had tied the knots up where I couldn’t reach.
I was delightfully helpless!
“You look very nice in there,” he said. I wished I had a mirror so I could see myself. “I think I’ll just leave you like this for a while.”
I didn’t try to ask how long. The gag would have interfered with the words, and it didn’t matter anyway. I was going to stay like that no matter how long John was gone.
And he did leave. Without telling me when he would be back, but that was just part of the game. Not knowing would add to the fear.
I spent a while trying to free my hands. Not that success would change my plight. I would still be a captive of the cage.
There was nothing else I could do to try to escape. I tried to lift my body and push against the lid but it didn’t move at all. I had to admire the good workmanship. It was a solidly built cage.
I figured that John would not be gone too long. He had left me with that ball gag in my mouth. And he had told me that ball gags can get to hurting if they stress the jaw muscles too much. He wouldn’t want me to be hurting a lot. At least I didn’t think so. There were the times he whipped my bottom with a belt. And some of the rope bondage had been very uncomfortable. Maybe he thought a little aching jaw would simply add to the helpless feeling.
And it would, I was sure. But so far my jaw hadn’t complained.
I settled down to wait. Kneeling on the bars making up the bottom of the cage became my biggest problem. That hurt my shins, but, again, not severely. Just uncomfortable.
The familiar feeling of fear at being alone was even stronger than usual. When I was tied with ropes, there was always the possibility that I could escape from them. A very small possibility, granted, but something you could imagine was there. In that cage, there was no hope at all.
After a while I found myself wishing that I could wiggle a hand down between my legs to touch myself. Even if my wrists were not tied, I wasn’t sure I could manage that. From the feeling down there, I was sure that I would find my cunt juicy and ready for sex. Eager for it, actually. I became, as usual, very frustrated.
I could not see the clock from my position near the floor, but the fading light from the window told me that hours had passed and day was turning into night. Still no John. Just how long was he planning to keep me like this?
Then the old fears pounced on me. What is something had happened to him? Etc. Worst case scenario, I would be locked in there until I died. That brought on a fit of panic, which fortunately I was able to crush. But it lingered on the edge of my mind as the room became darker.
It was, I was certain, at least eight or nine o’clock. Which meant that I had been in that cage for at least five hours. My back was aching, I could not find a position that didn’t hurt my shins, and I had to go to the bathroom. Real bad.
“That was really good Kung Pao Chicken,” a voice said. “The Hot and Sour Soup was pretty good also.”
I cried out a curse through the gag.
The bastard John was standing there, calmly looking down at me.
“Well, I was getting hungry and had a craving for Chinese,” he went on. “I figured that you wouldn’t mind if I went to dinner alone.”
I grumbled but was quickly losing my anger. His playing with me was just a part of our kinky games. And what did I really suffer? Some aching muscles in my back, was all. The gag didn’t become the horror I had feared. And the mental terror was something I was used to. It served to make the helpless feeling more intense, etc.
“Want me to unlock you or would you like to wait until morning?” He removed the gag so I could answer.
I was tempted to play the submissive masochist, but thought better of it. “Perhaps another night,” I said. “Before we try that long, I should try to empty my bladder. I really have to go.”
Maybe the urgency in my voice softened his heart because he unlocked me and took the ropes off my wrists. I dashed to the bathroom.