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| Mayumi's First Experience |
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| The Master, Mayumi, and the Chair |
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| Story by LT Switch, Bondage by Mark,
Modeling by Mayumi |
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| 13, Aug, 2003 |
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ayumi
whispered to herself "I'm 35 years old next
week and what have I done?" Mayumi had spent
all those years in school studying, reading and |
achieving grades that most students only hoped for.
Success was her's, but Mayumi wanted something more. Something
different in her personal life, something a more unique
in her social life. To be more specific, she yearned for
something a bit kinky in her sex life. |
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| Years of study had left this attractive woman with a career,
a great condo, a new car, and a boring social life. Sure,
she attended a lot of parties, but they were usually business
related and she was always on her best behavior. Mayumi
wanted to abandon her "good girl" image, at least
on some occasions. It was time to take the tiger by the
tail. |
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| She had played some bondage games once with a boyfriend,
but it was pretty much limited to being tied up with clothesline
and tickled. However, to Mayumi the experience held a certain
level of intrigue. She discovered that being helpless wasn't
so bad after all. |
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| During a conversation at
a business party, a friend of Mayumi's told her about a
dominant man that might just fit the bill for the erotic
excitement she desired. Although Mayumi's friend had not
seen this man in a while, she knew he had a web site and
always ran personal ads in the local rag paper. |
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| On the way home, Mayumi went
out of her way to pick up the paper, and it wasn't
long before she was curled up on her couch scanning
the back pages for a specific heading. Minutes
later she was rewarded with her find. "BONDAGE:
Experienced dominant man seeks interested female
for serious bondage. Limits respected". Mayumi's
heart skipped a beat when she read the ad, especially
the part about serious bondage. Mayumi's clothsline
bondage experience had seemed pretty serious at
the time; after all, she couldn't escape. But since
then her fantasies had grown to include chains,
handcuffs and gags. |
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| Mayumi wondered
what sort of people placed and responded to such
ads, but finally decided that their preferences
were no more unusual than hers, and her desire
for a special erotic experience seemed to outweigh
any possible risks. Now, tucked comfortably in
her home, Mayumi's imagination ran wild with deliscious
thoughts of being held captive and vulnerable by
someone who she, well, admired. |
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| The ad was simple and to the point, and since
the man was refered by a friend of Mayumi's, she
could wait no longer to experience being bound
again. Her fingers trembled with anticipation as
she reached for the buttons on the phone. The phone
rang once, she nearly hung up, but something held
her on the line until a warm masculine voice answered. |
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| "Good Evening." |
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| "I'm calling about the
...aaa ...ad? Is this the right number?" |
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| "I did place an ad. What,
may I ask, interested you about my ad?" |
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| The voice was confident and
calming. It held Mayumi's interest and dissuaded
her from hanging up in a mild panic. |
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| "I'd like to...experiment,
maybe...with...bondage. I'm not quite sure what
I want, but, uh..." Mayumi, who was at the
peak of confidence in her business life, could
hardly put two words together in the right order
and was trembling with excitement. |
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| "I believe I understand," replied
the voice, "I can develop an interesting program
for a novice if you are willing to spend the time.
My interests lean towards rather intense bondage,
and I can assure you that there will be many interesting
and fulfilling moments." |
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| "I think... I'm interested,
can I meet you... sometime soon?" queried
Mayumi, wanting to have a real experience before
her confidence faded completely. |
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| "You may come to my studio
tomorrow at two PM. We will begin your training
at that time. Can I depend on you to be there?" |
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| Mayumi gulped and answered meekly, "Yes,
I'll be there." |
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| Mayumi was taken back by
the immediate scheduling of the interview. She wanted
more time to think about it, but the same force that
had prompted her to make the call made her to agree
to the meeting. Before hanging up, Mayumi was given
the address and reminded to be on time. Mayumi wondered
about beginning "training" immediately,
but she had made the commitment and would follow
through with the adventure she was creating... |
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| Sitting
silently in the chair, the man stared at Mayumi
for a few moments before he spoke. Those few seconds
seemed like an hour to Mayumi. "We discussed
many things on the phone before you were invited
here. Are you still of a mind to begin your experience?" |
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| Mayumi hesitated for a moment
and took a shallow swallow. "Yes, sir. I am.
I'm willing to become...your slave, if that's the
right word" |
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| "Such labels aren't necessary
for now. You will experience many new sensations
and feelings as we progress. Many of these might
be uncomfortable in some way, but you will not
be injured. Mayumi, we are approaching the 'point
of no return'. You may leave now, if you wish.
If you remain, you must do exactly as I order at
all times." |
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| Mayumi's
mind was racing so wildly that she hardly heard
a word he said. She only knew that the feeling
that she had at that moment, standing before
him, aroused her and she wanted more. |
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| "If
you wish at any time to terminate our proceedings
you may use the word RED. We will terminate our
activities, but you may not return." |
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| "Yes Sir," answered
Mayumi, suddenly snapping back to reality. |
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| "Are these terms suitable
to you?" |
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| "Yes they are, Sir." |
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| The
master stood and motioned Mayumi to follow him.
They went to the back of the house and into a
small room. The only furnishings in the room
were a single wooden chair and a small chest. |
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| This was certainly not the bondage
scene that Mayumi had imagined when she made the
call, but her interest had been tickled in any
case, and she was ready to proceed. |
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| The Master motioned to the chair
and for Mayumi to sit. Mayumi, not knowing what
to expect, sat back in the chair wondering what
might be next. |
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| Mayumi's eyes widened as the
Master opened the small chest and removed several
heavy black leather straps, and turned to her. |
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| Mayumi closed her eyes and soon
felt one of the straps being wrapped around her
ankle, securing it to the leg of the chair, tighter
and tighter until the buckle was fastened. Mayumi
tried to move her ankle but it was held quite securely.
Her feeling of fear was somehow overpowered by
some unknown thrill. |
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| As the second strap was
wrapped around her other ankle, Mayumi began
to feel apprehensive. She felt her legs being
pulled apart and her skirt inching up her thighs. |
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| The
Master's earlier instruction came clearly to
her mind. The safe word. She would use the safe
word and end this immediately. "RED"!
The word echoed in her mind as the second buckle
was fixed in place, but her lips did not respond.
Her ankles were secured. |
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| She soon felt the next strap
as the cool leather was wrapped around her leg,
above her knee, securing it to the chair. It was
followed by a matching strap around her other leg.
Her body seemed to flow with each strap, and give
willingly to its firm and sensual embrace. The
Master gently pulled her skirt up her thighs, until
her red panties were visible. Mayumi was so high
with excitement that she was unable to resist his
actions. |
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| With her eyes still shut,
she was perplexed when she felt his firm hand
nudge under her right thigh, suggesting that
she rise up slightly off the chair. With swift
and confident actions he threaded two leather
straps between her legs and around the back of
the chair, cinching them tightly. |
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The straps applied a firm pressure
between Mayumi's legs, and held her pelvis securely
in place. Mayumi savored the sensation of the tight
straps holding her body. For better or worse, Mayumi
was beginning to feel aroused.
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| Moments later
another strap was wrapped around her torso, securing
her body to the back of chair. This was far more
restrictive than Mayumi had imagined, and again
the thought came to mind, "RED". But
instead she sat silently, breathing in a slow and
deliberate manner. |
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| The Master took her hand and began to slip on
a soft leather glove. Mayumi opened her eyes, realizing
that it was not a conventional glove. It was long,
reaching nearly to her shoulder, but the hand at
the end of the glove was closed. There were no
finger or thumb openings, and when the glove was
zipped all the way up any dexterity she had was
completely removed. Mayumi's mind was swimming. "Where
did these gloves come from? What world have I entered?" |
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| After
the gloves were in place, her hands were guided
behind her back where her arms were secured together
by leather cuffs positioned just above her elbows.
She closed her eyes once again, trying to hide
her feeling of erotic excitement. |
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| Mayumi was
experiencing a deep satisfaction to being restrained
by a man she didn't really know. Item by item
Mayumi's freedom was becoming more restricted,
and with that she seemed to relax into the security
of the Master and his bonds. Her usual thoughts
of career and responsibilities were fading, and
being replaced by feelings of attraction towards
the Master. |
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| Mayumi heard the rattling of
handcuffs as they were locked around each of her
wrists, closing with a solid metal staccato.
With her arms and wrists now fully secured behind
her, she tugged at the bindings, testing their
hold, but there was no leeway. |
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| Mayumi's
mind began to wander as she considered how these
items could give such a sense of security; and
how much she liked the feeling. The experience
was so removed from her normal life of telephones,
computers, taxis and deadlines. |
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| Mayumi began
to consider the many levels of restraint that
held her. "What could possibly be next?" She
thought. |
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| The room was silent.
Had the master stepped away? She had no desire
to open her eyes. |
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| Time was standing still, which
was quite a new experience for Mayumi. Images of
the Master's face appeared in her mind's eye. She
wanted him to touch her. She imagined him standing
behind her, reaching around and stroking her breasts
with his firm and gentle hands. |
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| She was his slave, a word that
seemed to feel right to Mayumi. It was her word,
not his. She needed to feel owned and cared for
by a man. Mayumi came from a family of achievers;
her childhood had focused on education, grades
and being productive, so there was not much opportunity
for closeness in the competitive environment of
her male siblings. So now, years later, Mayumi
found herself missing the fulfillment of a relationship. |
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| She lowered her head, wondering
if he was watching her. Of course he was. |
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| She
felt herself wanting to reach out to him,
to take his hand and pull him towards her. |
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| It was then that she realized the juxtaposition
of the bondage; maybe she was simply acting
out her own insecurity by placing herself
in a helpless state around a man of her liking? |
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| Without warning
Mayumi felt the tug of a black hood being slipped
over her head from behind, cutting off her vision.
This action caught her completely by surprise,
and yanked her away from her momentary daydream.
The hood was tight and form-fitting, molding to
the contours of her face like a second skin. She
sat motionless, on the edge of sheer panic, and
again the thought came to mind, "RED!" |
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| "You
can breathe easily through the hood" the Master
said in a soft voice. |
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| Mayumi expelled her breath,
and with a leap of faith quickly inhaled again,
expecting the fabric to block her ability to breath.
But surprisingly, the next breath came easily. |
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| "The hood will allow you
to more fully experience your helplessness" the
Master said, while touching her shoulder with his
hand. His soft touch and confident voice interrupted
her feelings of near panic. Mayumi wanted to scream.
What was she doing anyway? Who was this man, and
why did she allow him to touch her, no less put
this scary hood over her head? |
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| "Are you OK?" he asked
in a more caring voice. |
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| Mayumi shook her head no. She
yanked at the handcuffs behind her back and squirmed
against the leather straps. "Let me go" she
said. |
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| "If you say RED I will
release you" the Master replied. |
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| Mayumi paused, then shook her
head from side to side and started to cry. She
was very scared and confused. She wanted to hold
back the tears, but her sniffles and trembling
chin were already expressing her feelings. |
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| "I want you
to touch me!" she blurted out. "I don't
want to be tied up. I want you to hold me." |
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| She lowered her
head helplessly. She felt frightened, embarrassed,
and completely overwhelmed. She had been attracted
to this man from the moment he answered the phone,
and now, there she was, tied up in this strange
bondage gear, and unable to run and hide her emotions. |
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| "Please Sir?" she
murmured through the hood. |
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| "You would be disappointed
if I were to oblige your request." The Master
paused... "You came here seeking a bondage
experience. You are experiencing new sensations
and feelings, as I said you would. Were you listening
when I explained this?" |
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| Mayumi
shook her head yes. |
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| "You may leave now,
if you wish. But if you remain, you must
do exactly as I order." |
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| Mayumi sat silently, except
for an occasional sniff. She had stopped
crying, mainly due to his voice and sensing
that he cared for her. |
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| "Please... Sir...
please continue" she murmured. |
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| With
that she heard him rise and stand motionless
behind her. Mayumi felt relieved that she had
stated her desire for his affection, even if
it was not something that a "slave" should
say. She didn't care; she had expressed her feelings
for someone's attention, which wasn't easy for
her. |
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| Mayumi again felt the Master's touch as he wrapped
a stiff leather collar around her neck, tugging
it into place. This was followed by the distinct
snap of a padlock, securing the collar somewhere
behind her head. The collar held her head forward
and upright, and Mayumi found that she could no
longer lower her head if she cried. Since there
was no possible hope of freeing herself, she wasn't
sure why he bothered to lock the collar on at all.
Just the same, knowing the lock was there was somehow
pleasing to her |
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| Mayumi found the
Master's bondage rather unusual and bizarre, but
at the same time fairly pleasant and definitely
kinky. She had never worn handcuffs before, and
found them rather titillating. The leather straps
were firm and sensual, but then again, she always
had a fondness for leather no matter what its shape.
The hood was very scary, but if she squinted she
could see through the fabric, which gave her some
relief. |
| She began to test
her bindings, experiencing each one as they held
her in their embrace. The bindings would not give
way, but somehow communicated to her. To Mayumi's
surprise, the bondage seemed to feel like an extension
of the Master himself. They felt like the Master's
embrace, or more precisely, the Master's ownership.
Mayumi yearned for the attention and affection
of a man, but somehow her life up until now had
kept her removed from intimate relationships. |
| Mayumi
was now beginning to feel some emotional satisfaction
to this strange experience. She was confident that
the Master would release her if she asked, which
was somehow balancing her raw emotions. |
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| She was walking the fine line between fear and
pleasure, panic and elation. She balanced each
of them in her mind, being careful to not tip too
far in any one direction. For the moment they were
balanced equally, and as the Master had said, she
was passing the point of no return. |
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| Helplessly bound by a stranger
of her own choosing, she was indeed playing on the
edge. Was she under his control, but exactly
where she wanted to be? The contrast between her
physical predicament and her emotions were quite
stark indeed. For some reason she felt the need to
be physically restrained by a man of her liking in
order to fulfill her erotic hunger, however, she
hadn't planned on awakening her emotional hunger.
This was only Mayumi's first true bondage experience,
and as she began to relax into the Master's erotic
gear, she realized how arousing and romantic bondage
could be. Thoughts of calling "RED" had
slipped from her mind and were replaced by luscious
fantasies, and the anticipation of her next visit! |
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