Archive-name: Bondage/kathysag.txt

Archive-author: Shawn Green

Archive-title: Kathy's Gag



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    My girlfriend and I have both enjoy a lot of bondage mixed with our

sex.  Recently we've added tickling as one of the torments we use on one

another.  We each find it very exciting to tie the other down and explore

our lovers ticklish areas while she thrashes frantically against her bonds.

I've discovered that my lovers feet and the sides and underside of her

breasts are her most ticklish areas.  She usually comes from the tickling

alone but her orgasms are much more intense if I fuck her with a dildo while

I tickle her.  Lately we have been trying to out do each other in coming up

with devious bondage positions and tortures.  The following is both a story

about a torture I used on her and a plea for new and original ideas.



    Drawing on my experiences with a rather devious torture that a lover of

mine used on me several years ago, I set about designing and building a new

bondage device for use on my girlfriend.  I started with a wooden bar stool

(four legs, wooden top), first I cut two circular notches out of the edge of

the top so that a person could sit in the center of the stool (with one of

the stool legs in front of them) and their legs would extend straight down to

the floor.  Next I drilled a hole in the center of the stool wide enough to

accept my 10" dildo and still have room to be lined with leather.  I glued

foam to the top of the stool then covered it with leather (actually fake

leather) and extended the cover down into the center hole.  I now had a stool

with a sculpted padded leather top with an ominous hole in the center.  Next

I glued two short pieces of wood (1" x 1" x 6") on opposite sides of the hole

on the bottom of the stool then I drilled a 1/4" hole through both of them

across the hole in the stool.  In order to make the stool more stable I

screwed the legs to a 3' square piece of plywood.  The final step was to

drill a 1/4" hole through the base of my 10" dildo.  Now I was ready for my

victim.



    I kept my new toy in one of my spare bedrooms, a place I knew Alex

wouldn't go, and waited for the weekend to arrive.  That Saturday it was

unusually warm out so Alex and I layed in the sun on my deck.  When we came

in around 3:00 I told her that I had cooked up something special for her and

asked her if she was interested in finding out what it was.  I wouldn't give

her any hints and so she finally agreed to just go along with me and find out.

I produced a short leather thong and a roll of wide tape, using the leather

thong I tied her hands behind her back then I taped her mouth before she

could ask any more questions.



    I led my captive lover to the spare bedroom and sat her down on the edge

of the bed so she could watch as I prepared my suprise.  I pulled a small box

of toys out from under the bed and put it in the corner of the room so Alex

couldn't see what was in it.  Positioning the stool under a screw eye in the

ceiling, I climbed up on it and tied a length of rope to the screw eye.  Next

I took an arm binder and a short leather thong from my box of toys and

brought them over to Alex.  Two quick tugs on the bows on her bikini strings

and her top fell to the floor exposing two well formed breasts with hard

nipples the size of small thimbles each with a gold ring through them.  I

allowed myself a few caresses with my fingers and my tongue before continuing

my little game.  The arm binder I used was a leather strap about 3" wide, it

went across her back below her shoulder blades, under her arms, up over her

shoulders and buckled behind her neck.  Using the leather thong, I pulled her

bound wrists up to the D ring on the arm binder and tied them there, I made

sure they were tight enough to keep her from moving her arms but not tight

enough to be uncomfortable.



    I dragged Alex up off the bed and pulled her over to the stool then forced

her to sit with her legs in the notches I had cut in the top.  I tied the rope

hanging from the ceiling to the D ring on the arm binder then tied another

piece of rope from the D ring to the rear leg of the stool.  Taking two lengths

of rope, I tied one to each of her ankles then drew the ankle up the side leg

of the stool and tied it near the top.  She now found herself straddling my

custom stool with her legs drawn back and up and being supported by a rope

from the ceiling.  Next I untied the bows on her bikini bottom and pulled it

out from under her then I spent some time licking and stroking her breasts and

fingering her pussy until she was good and wet.  From my box of toys I got my

10" dildo and a short piece of wooden dowel, when Alex saw the dildo her eyes

widened and she began moaning and shaking her head "no" (she had a good idea

what I was up to by now).  Reaching under the stool, I slid the dildo up

through the hole in the stool top and into Alex's dripping pussy while she

squirmed and moaned.  When the dildo was fully inserted into her I lined up

the hole in the base with the holes in the blocks under the stool and slid the

dowel through.  My lover now sat in a rigid upright position squirming on the

dildo that impaled her.  By using her legs she could slid herself a few inches

up and down on the dildo.



    When I removed the tape from her mouth the first thing she asked was "What

are you going to do to me?!".  I just smiled and went over to my box of toys

and got a long soft feather.  When she saw the feather she screamed "NO!" and

began to plead with me and struggle against her bonds.  I explained to her

that I was going to tickle her and she was going to fuck herself with her

struggles.  I then laid the feather on the bed in front of her and left her

there to think about what was to come.  I gave her about 5 minutes to think and

struggle then I returned and picked up the long feather and began tickling her

stomach and inner thighs while she begged and squirmed. Soon her begging gave

way to giggles and bursts of laughter.  After a while I changed to a smaller

feather and expanded my tickling to include her breasts.  Once I started

tickling the undersides of her breasts her laughter became mixed with small

shrill screams.  Eventually I changed to a short stiff feather and moved

around behind her and tickled her ass cheeks and the crack of her ass.  This

got her vigorously bouncing up and down on the dildo that impaled her and

brought on her first orgasm.  I took a small break while her body trembled in

the wake of her orgasm and went to my box of toys and got out an inflatable

gag which I fully deflated, forced into her mouth and strapped tightly around

her head.  I clipped the inflation ball to one of the arm binder straps so it

wouldn't be hanging and get in the way of my work on her breasts.



    When she had recovered a little I explained to her that I was going to

continue to torture her until she had 5 more orgasms and that if I thought she

was faking one I'd torture her for an extra hour.  She responded with a

wide-eyed shaking of her head and a muffled "no".  When I added that I had

put off tickling her feet until she was gagged, her head shaking became more

frantic (she thought I was being merciful by not tickling them).  Taking up

the stiff feather again, I started with her stomach and inner thighs and

quickly moved to her breasts.  When her screams got louder and her struggles

more frantic I would stop and pump the gag up a little then start tickling

her again.  When I finally got to the soles of her feet she was bucking so

wildly that I had to put my weight on the stool to keep it still.



    Five orgasms later it was apparent the tickling and dildo were definitely

doing the job I had intended.  I had advanced to using a small paint brush on

her, the gag had been pumped up to fill her mouth completely, her screams were

very muffled now and her juices were dripping off the seat of the stool and

running down her legs.  I removed her from the stool, leaving her arms bound

up behind her back, and forced her to kneel on the floor facing the side of

the bed.  Tossing off my bikini, I sat on the edge of the bed in front of her

and removed her gag.  I told her that she owed me a few orgasms and if she

didn't do a very good job I'd put her back on the stool and torture her for

another hour.  Then I drew her mouth to my swollen pussy and laid back, closed

my eyes and enjoyed her expert tongue while replaying the sight of my bound

lover frantically trying to escape from my tickling.



   That was all a little less than a week ago, she has promised (or threatened)

to put me into the stool and extract a little revenge.  I have no doubt that

if she gets me tied up on that stool she will torture me as completely as I

tortured her.  Mmmmm...  I guess I can't wait.....  But until then I'm trying

to come up with some new ideas to spring on her, so if any of you have any

great ideas for tying and tickle torturing a woman I NEED THEM!



						Kathy



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    A little while ago I posted a story and request for ideas about bondage

and tickling.  This is a followup about the ordeal Alex cooked up to get

even with me.  Before I start I should probably explain a few things about

Alex and myself.  We have been lovers for several years now and while we

regularly tie and torment each other, I view myself as being submissive and

masochistic and Alex as dominant and sadistic (oh how she can be sadistic!).

Fortunately this works out quite well for us :-).  In devising torments for

Alex it is quite rare that I actually manage to out do things she has

previously done to me mainly because I'm not much into inflicting pain on

her and I think she knows this and uses it to her advantage.  When we added

tickling to our bondage this opened a whole new world of possibilities for me

because we are both terribly ticklish and I don't view tickling as inflicting

pain.  It seems that the last little torture I dreamed up for her was the most

out of control she has ever been and showed her just how merciless I can be

given the right situation.  Not to be upstaged, she was determined to show me

that she hadn't lost her touch when it came to torturing me.  She insisted

on using the device I had designed.  Considering the amount of bondage in

our sexual lives I didn't see that I really had much of a choice (besides

I was kind of excited about it), it was just a matter of time until she had

me in a position where I couldn't resist.  I agreed that she would get her

chance Friday night and so after our usual evening at the gym we returned to

my house with her toting along a bag of toys.



    Soon after we got to my house Alex had me strip then grabbed her bag of

toys and led me down to the basement where we had stored my famous torture

stool.  Once there she put leather cuffs on my wrists and fastened them behind

my back.  She dragged the stool out to the center of the basement play area and

sat me in it.  Then she took two lengths of rope and attached them to screw

eyes about 7' off the floor on the walls on either side of the stool I was

sitting in.  The other ends of the ropes had snap hooks which she attached to

the cuffs on my wrists after releasing them from behind my back.  As she

tightened the ropes, drawing my arms up and out, I began to get the idea, she

wanted to be able to get to the areas under my arms and along the sides of my

chest.  She seemed proud of her little innovation and I knew I was in trouble.

Using two more lengths of rope, she bound my ankles back along the sides of the

stool as high as she could.  It was hard to keep from swaying forward but she

soon had a fix for that.  She put a 3" wide leather strap across my back below

my shoulder blades, ran it under my arms, over my shoulders and buckled it

behind my head.  Standing on the rungs of the stool, she attached a length of

rope to an overhead screw eye and then tied the other end to the D ring on the

strap across my back.  She attached another piece of rope to the D ring but

just let it hang behind me.  Now I was curious, I was certain she was going to

attach it to the back of the stool to hold me down as I had done with her.



    My repeated questions earned me a piece of tape over my mouth.  Now that I

was quite helpless to change the course of the evening she promised me that my

ordeal would be something that I wouldn't soon forget.  She slowly removed her

clothes while fondling my body and stroking my pussy.  When she was completely

naked, and had driven me to the brink of orgasm, she picked up my 10" dildo

and pulled a directors chair over in front of me and sat in it.  She told me

that if I squirmed around and brought myself to orgasm that my next orgasm

would be with her working on my breasts with a riding crop .  Sliding down into

the chair, she put her legs up over the arm rests presenting me with a good

view of her pussy.  While I watched she slowly worked the dildo into her pussy

and began fucking herself with it while fingering her clit.  As she worked on

herself she went into vivid detail about what it was going to be like to be

tickle tortured in my current position.  I was beginning to wonder how good an

idea it was to let her tie me this way, my earlier excitement was giving way

to a feeling of apprehension.  It wasn't long before she had brought herself to

orgasm.  When she had calmed down she got out of the chair, picked up a small

wooden dowel and came over to me holding up the moist dildo and telling me that

it was now my turn.  She reached under the stool and I felt the dildo slid up

under me until the tip was touching my pussy lips.  Using two fingers to part

my pussy lips, she worked the dildo into me until I thought it wouldn't go any

further then she pushed it a little deeper.  Taking the dowel, she pinned the

dildo into place on the underside of the stool.  I now knew what she had felt

like when I had put her into this position, every move I made caused my muscles

to grip the dildo that was impaling me.  She laughed at the expression on my

face and told me that that was just a start.



    From her bag of toys she removed a gag with a 6" dildo on it, the gag was

designed to go in the mouth and leave the dildo free to be used for fucking.

At first I couldn't see why she would use a gag like that on me since I was in

no position to use the dildo on her.  Then out came the tube of KY and as she

began greasing the dildo my stomach dropped out.  She was going to put it in

my ass!  I knew it was useless but I screamed and struggled anyway.  She seemed

to love my reaction and with a wicked grin she moved around behind me carring

the greased dildo.  I tried to rock my weight back so she couldn't get to my

ass hole but she put her weight into me and forced me to lean forward then I

felt the cold tip of the dildo enter my ass.  I knew from experience that

fighting it would only make it hurt more so I stopped my struggling and relaxed

and let her slid the dildo into my ass.  When she had it completely in me she

used a leather thong to tie the gag to the top of the stool. She then tied the

rope hanging from the D ring to the back leg of the stool while explaining to

me that she was leaving plenty of slack so I would get the full effect of both

dildos moving in and out of me when I raised up off the stool.  I was now

completely stuffed, I could feel the two dildos rubbing against each other

within my body.  My feeling of dread was rapidly increasing, I could still

vividly remember Alex bouncing around on the dildo while I tickled her.  She

stood in front of me now and admired her work then she told me she wanted me

to know what it was going to be like when I struggled and reached forward and

tickled my ribs.  I had never been fucked in my ass and pussy at the same time

before and the feeling of both dildos moving in and out of me as I jumped was

like nothing I imagined.  She said I should see the look on my face when I

moved then she produced a long feather and placed it in the directors chair in

front of me.  She peeled the tape off my mouth, stepped up on a rung on the

stool and kissed me then pointed to the feather and said "Think about it lover".

I was already begging as she left the basement.



    She gave me a while to think about what was going to happen as I had done

with her.  The time alone was quite effective, it gave me an opportunity to

see just how helpless I was and to think about all the things she could do to

me in this position.  I tried to work my wrists out of the cuffs but she had

been careful to tighten them correctly and every move I made reminded me of

the dildos that were in me.  When she returned she told me she wasn't going to

gag me yet.  She wanted to hear me scream the way she had screamed and when I

got too loud she would use the same technique I did with the inflatable gag.

Then she remarked that I seemed to be sweating a little, was I nervous?  Using

the long feather she started at the insides of my knees and, despite my

pleading, quickly worked her way up my inner thighs.  By the time she had

reached my stomach my eyes were watering so much I couldn't see, I was laughing

hysterically and bouncing around on the dildos that impaled me.  Before she

could get to my ribs I had my first orgasm and thought I was going to pass out.

At this point she stopped and got out the inflatable gag.  She made a show of

making sure it was fully deflated while reminding me that I had tortured her

through 6 orgasms and that I still had 5 to go.  I refused to let her put the

gag in my mouth and tried to bargain with her, if she would remove the dildo

from my ass I'd let her gag me.  This didn't work very well, she stepped around

behind me and, grabbing a handful of hair, pulled my head back until she could

force the gag in.  After strapping the gag on she changed to a short stiff

feather and started in on my ribs.  I had completely lost any sense of time,

all I was aware of was the feather traveling over my ribs and up into my arm

pits, the dildos moving in and out of me, the sweat running down my body and 

my screams.  After pumping up the gag a little she got a good laugh out of the

way I rode the dildos while she tickled my ass cheeks and the crack of my ass.

Finally she changed to a small paint brush, one of the most devious tickle

torture implements we had come up with.  She pumped the gag up to fully fill

my mouth and let me know that she hadn't forgot about my feet and toes.  When

she started on my feet I thought I would die, I couldn't think straight, I

couldn't scream through the gag and I couldn't control the spasms running

through my body.  My eyes were so teared that I couldn't see, my awareness was

limited to the brush traveling over my feet, the dildos moving inside me,

the uncontrollable spasms running through me, sweat running off my body and

blurs of color in front of my eyes.



    The torture seemed to go on forever, when she stopped again I wasn't sure

how many orgasms I had had but I knew I had had several violent ones.  When

my eyes cleared she was standing in front of me watching me.  She ran her hands

over my sweaty body and told me that she had one other torment in mind for me

and that my fighting her attempts to gag me had convinced her that she should

use it.  She untied the small dildo from the stool and removed it from my ass

then she unpinned the larger one and slid it out of me.  I was getting quite

sore and I was glad to have the dildos removed but I was afraid of what she

might have in mind for me.  Alex has her sadistic spells as I have my

masochistic ones and I was certain she was planning to cause me some pain.

Out of her bag of toys she produced a japanese sewing clamp to which she

attached a short leather thong then she attached a spring and a large weight

to the other end of the thong.  She held the clamp with its attachments up in

front of my eyes and asked me if I remembered how she had used this on me

before.  Noding "yes", I  closed my eyes and waited for what I knew was next.

When I felt her fingers expose my swollen clit I couldn't help but remember the

time she had tied me standing spread eagle and attached a clamp with a weighted

spring to my clit then whipped me.  She was very gentle when she closed the

clamp on my clit and positioned the thong so that the weight and spring hung

off the edge of the stool.  But I knew that when I started to struggle again

the bouncing weight would take its toll on my clit.  I knew she was going to

whip me but I wasn't prepared for the doubled up piece of neoprene tubing that

she produced from her bag.  It had been a while since she had really inflicted

heavy pain on me, this was going to be one of those times.  



    Though I knew what to expect from a whipping, I wasn't ready for the pain

the tubing could inflict.  When the first lash landed across the exposed part

of my ass I think I screamed louder than ever before.  Everytime I jerked from

a lash of the whip, my clit would be mercilessly tugged by the bouncing weight

and spring.  She delivered a total of ten lashes across my ass while telling

me how much my struggles and muffled screams excited her.  When she stepped

around in front of me I could see that she was working on her clit with her

left hand and I knew she would work me over until she came.  She brushed my

left breast with the tubing and smiled as I frantically shook my head "no".

When the first lash landed on my breast it triggered one of the most violent

orgasms I think I've ever had.  I don't remember struggling very much while she

continued whipping my breasts, I just remember the sound of the whip, the pain

in my breasts and my screaming.  She had delivered eight slow lashes, five to

my left breast and three to my right, before she brought herself to orgasm and

collapsed into the chair in front of me.  I think the weighted clamp on my clit

was wasted at this point, I hardly noticed its tugging during the whipping, all

my senses were centered on the impact of the tubing with my breasts.  Having

your breasts whipped with a small diameter plastic tube is something a woman

will not easily forget, hardly any marks are left but the pain is tremendous.  



    When Alex had recovered, she removed the clamp from my clit, the gag from

my mouth and took me down off the stool.  I was so weak and sore I could hardly

walk.  She helped me up the stairs and put me into a hot bath while she cleaned

up downstairs and took a shower in the other bathroom.  When she returned she

dragged me out of the bath, helped me dry off then took me to bed.  That was

several days ago and I'm still sore from the ordeal she put me through.  As I

said before, I'm not much into inflicting pain on Alex but I'm considering

giving her a taste of her own medicine.  I'm still looking for a few good ideas

but now I'm willing to consider things that are a little more sadistic than

tickling although probably nothing too serious.  Any good ideas out there??



						Kathy

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