Joanne's Story 4a

by Gordian

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© Copyright 2002 - Gordian - Used by permission

Storycodes: M/f; bondage; cons; X 

(story continues from )

Joanne's Story
Chapter Four

Joanne's Exhibition
Chapter Three

While Jo was in the shower, getting ready for dinner, I telephoned Brad to confirm he was still okay for his visit later tonight. Needless to say, he was. I also took the opportunity to get my holdall full of bondage gear, the camcorder, tripod and power leads ready, and stowed them in the under-stairs cupboard downstairs, ready for use later. With Joanne out of the shower and getting dressed, I did likewise and we headed out for a romantic dinner together, to set the scene for later. 

A very pleasant meal and bottle of wine later we arrived back at my place just after 10pm. As we did so I noticed Brad's car parked further down the road as we'd arranged earlier. Entering the house, I turned off the porch light, when I next turned it on would be the signal to Brad to let himself in with my spare keys. 

Taking Joanne into the lounge, we started kissing, both knowing that some good bondage and sex was shortly to follow. After a good kiss and fondle, I said to Joanne "Go upstairs and put on your uniform for me, you're going to be my 'kidnapped Cop' tonight !!". 

"But I need that for tomorrow night", she protested. 

"It won't be damaged", I replied, "and I'm sure we'll be able to wash out any tell-tale stains by then".

Jo smiled, "And you can do the ironing too!", she laughed. Jo then headed up to the bedroom to get changed and as she did so, I took the bondage gear from the under-stairs cupboard back into the lounge. 

If I'm doing a scenario style bondage with a girlfriend I always like to have a plan of the positions I intend to create. As much as I enjoy improvising, I still find a few pre-planned ideas are always more conducive to a good bondage session. Tonight was no exception, I had some real fun planned !!

By the time I heard Joanne coming downstairs I had already got the restraints I needed to hand and plenty of others readily available. I'd also set up the camcorder on the tripod in the corner of the room and fitted the wide-angled lens so that it was taping the area from the door to the sofa. The stereo was on, playing music at a level to block quiet conversation. The scenario was to start with Jo knocking on the closed lounge door and me 'kidnapping' her after I'd let her in. The only things I hadn't told Jo were that I'd be kidnapping her at the door, not in the room and also that I was video-taping the proceedings !!

I stood just behind the door, so that when it opened Jo's view of the camcorder was blocked, and waited for Jo to knock on the door. In my hands I had a pillowcase and looped on my trouser belt I had a pair of handcuffs and a medium-sized ballgag. After her first knock brought no response, Jo tried again. 

"Come in", I answered and as Jo opened the door and peered around the door I thrust the pillowcase over her head and dragged her into the room, blindfolded and unaware of the camcorder. Pulling Jo down onto the sofa, I sat astride her back and with rehearsed practice I quickly handcuffed her wrists behind her back then strapped her ankles together. With Jo subdued, I lifted the pillowcase up from her neck sufficiently to apply the ballgag and reduce her protests to nothing more than grunts. Finally, with a roll of duct tap retrieved from my supplies, I wrapped a couple of turns over the pillowcase 'hood' across her eyes to effectively blindfold Joanne. Then I lifted the base of the pillowcase up and free of her nose and mouth before re-applying more duct tape to complete a half-hood effect. My 'cop' was now 'kidnapped' !

A blind, mute and helpless Jo, wearing her white Police blouse with epaulettes, chequered cravat, black skirt, stockings and high heels, wiggled around on the sofa testing her bonds. I took the opportunity to watch the sight unfold through the camcorder viewer and get a few good zoomed-in shots of her wrists, hood and legs. I faded out the tape, put it on pause and realigned it to face the corner of room, the one at the far end of the sofa and by the main window. In that very corner and hanging from an eye-hook was a plant in a hanging-basket. Having previously screwed this heavy duty eye-hook directly into one of the ceiling joists myself, it was not there primarily for plants - it was soon to be holding Joanne.

Turning the camera back to record, I moved the bag full of restraints over to that corner before taking the hanging-basket off the ceiling hook and setting it aside. I picked Joanne up from the sofa and led her over to the corner of the room and underneath the ceiling hook and lay her on the floor. Using another leather strap I secured her ankles up to her handcuffs, leaving her in a not too uncomfortable hog-tie. With Jo immobilised I took the time to have a good grope of all her sexy bits, as well as the occasional pinch and slap just to keep her guessing !!

My next part of the plan was to improve on Joanne's blindfold and bondage so she was totally helpless and vulnerable. I rolled Jo onto her side, facing away from the camcorder and began peeling off the tape holding her 'hood' in place. Finally freeing the tape I removed the pillowcase 'hood' only to immediately replace it with a padded leather blindfold, much to Joanne's annoyance. This was then followed closely by two expanding foam ear-plugs and over-packing of cotton-wool held in place with electricians tape around her head, over her blindfold and round back of her neck. 
All was going to plan so far - now for the unexpected guest !!

I went out into the hall and turned on the porch light then returned to the lounge, closing the door, to watch a frustrated and disorientated Jo struggle in her hog-tie. It only seemed a few seconds before I heard Brad open then shut the front door. I left the lounge and met him in the hall.
"Keep it fairly quiet, although she can't see she can hear a little bit", I said, "but I thought you'd like to see her before she's hooded".

Brad followed me nervously into the lounge, looking with almost disbelief at the sight before him. "When she's got this on", I said, holding up my discipline helmet, "I'll be able to tell you more". 

I bent down next to Joanne with both an airline-style sleep mask and the leather hood in my hands. First, I removed the padded leather blindfold, substituting it immediately with the sleep-mask. I've found this makes the wearing of the discipline helmet more comfortable over longer periods. Then with the sleep mask, ballgag and ear padding all in place I fitted the hood over Joanne's head and laced it tightly up the back. A padlock held the collar in place and Joanne was now truly helpless and unaware of her impending predicament. 

I sat next to Jo and while I stroked and teased her hog-tied body, I explained the evening's plan to Brad. Where he had expected to merely view the events I informed him he was in fact now 'cameraman' to my 'director' and 'actor'. I told him that as well as viewing he could ask any questions he wished and could examine Jo as closely as he wished, but no touching of her was permitted. I then assured him that he was in for one heck of a night's entertainment.  Brad assumed his position behind the camcorder and I started pawing Jo more vigorously, generating some lively moans and groans from underneath her hood and ballgag. With Jo equally warmed-up it was time to make her a just bit more available to my sexual advances!! 

After Brad moved in for a closer look and tighter shot, I rolled Jo onto her stomach and using a 1" leather strap bound her elbows together. Removing the hog-tie strap, I then used it to bind Jo's knees together, before replacing her handcuffs with a pair leather wrist cuffs. Standing up, I thread a doubled-over length of rope through the eye-hook in the ceiling leaving both end dangling about knee high. I lifted Joanne up to a standing position and fed the loop-end of her soon to be suspension rope through the 'D' rings on each wrist cuff, joining them together. It was then easy to pull the ends of the ceiling rope through the loop-end and tighten it until Jo was in a strapado position, her bound arms horizontal behind her back at near shoulder level. 

With Joanne secured, I bent down and released her ankle strap, initially assisting her to keep her balance despite her bound knees. I buckled leather cuffs around her ankles and then padlocked a 36" metal spreader bar to her right ankle cuff. Jo's hood kept her unaware of my intentions, so when I removed her knee strap she relaxed long enough for me use the spreader-bar as a lever to lift her right foot off the ground, up and behind her, so I could attach the other end to her left ankle cuff. As I let go of her Jo struggled to regain her balance, until she settled into a slightly stricter strapado position due to the decrease in her height brought about by her widely spread legs. 

"Now the fun can really start", I said to Brad, "it's grope and fuck time for Jo".

Jo's skirt had already ridden up her thighs, exposing her stocking tops, but I helped it on its upwards journey and up to her hips, giving me easy access to her panty covered pussy. Running my fingers along the bottom of her panties, I said to Brad, "look just how wet the little bitch is ?". 

Next, I unbuttoned her blouse from the bottom up, stopping just before her collar when her breasts were exposed. Pulling the cups of her bra down freed her breasts and nipples for some more overt handling. All the while Jo's struggling and muted protests kept us entertained. 

After a couple of minutes of highly sexual groping, recorded from several camera angles, my cock was becoming increasingly keen to get in to Jo's pussy. Standing behind Jo, who was still bent forward with her arms pulled up behind her and her legs held wide apart, it was simple manoeuvre to slip the crotch of her panties to one side and slide my cock into her exposed pussy. I stood there savouring the moment and the feel of her, until Jo's backward thrusting of her hips brought me back into focus. Holding her hips with both hands I started thrusting my cock deep into her, quickly raising the pace fucking her faster and harder until I climaxed, shooting my load deep inside her. I withdrew my cock, slippery from both our juices and wiped it clean on her thigh before tucking her panties back in place over her pussy. 

"And that's just for starters", I explained to Brad, "she's got to work much harder yet before I'll let her come too!"

Chapter Four

Having finished fucking Joanne, I pulled up my boxers then removed the rest of my clothing, leaving Jo her still hooded, gagged and bound. It was now time to strip her too. I undid the remaining buttons on her blouse, removed her cravat and unhooked her bra. Then releasing her elbow strap I slid her blouse and bra down to her wrists, stopped by the leather wrist cuffs securing them together behind her back. However, her comfort was short-lived as I once more strapped her elbows together forcing her shoulders back again and breasts forward. I was then able to undo one wrist cuff at a time and remove her blouse and bra completely without hindrance from Jo and with her remaining securely restrained. 

Moving on to her lower half, I lowered Jo's Police skirt back down her hips and undid the zipper, but with her ankles widely spread it was impossible to lower it further or remove it. I bent down and removed her left ankle from the spreader bar, placed it next to her right ankle and strapped them tightly together. Jo's skirt now came easily down her legs followed by her panties. I strapped her knees together, undid the ankle strap, removed her panties and re-bound her ankles, leaving Jo once more securely bound but now naked except for her black shoes, stockings and suspenders. 

While Joanne waited expectantly and unaware of her next ordeal, I explained to Brad that Joanne was now going to be tied in a different, but yet more accessible and vulnerable position. As Brad continued filming, I released Jo from her standing strapado position and re-tied her with my supply of leather straps, keeping her hooded throughout. Joanne was soon left in no doubt what she was facing now !!

Gagged and hooded, wrists crossed behind her, pulled up between her shoulder blades and secured to the back of her discipline hood, her legs separately frog-tied with each ankle to each thigh, bent face-down over a footstool and her knees tied apart, one to each side of the wide stool. Facing the camera was Joanne's wet and open pussy, begging for attention. I began caressing Jo's thighs before stroking her labia then stimulating her clitoris. After a bit more manipulation Joanne was literally dripping. Making sure that she didn't actually climax, I continued to play with her pussy until she was moaning loudly underneath her hood. Then, very slowly, I inserted my equally eager cock into her pussy. 

As Joanne strained to push backwards onto me, I remained still, embedded in her warm pussy. I reached down and picked up a rubber butt-plug and a tube of KY jelly. Joanne was now left with 5" long flanged 'Christmas tree' style plug up her arse and my cock in her cunt. Both just resting there. After a few more backward thrusts by Jo she started making questioning grunts through her gag as to why I wasn't fucking her properly. She soon received her answer!! 

I withdrew my cock and rolled on a condom, which I then covered with the extra lubricant. Then, removing the butt-plug, I slowly replaced it with my cock. Now, I started fucking her - up the arse and on camera too !!
I thrust slowly and steadily until I was right inside her tight, rear-hole. Then, while Jo complained loudly, albeit rather muffled, that she wasn't going to come like that, I enjoyed another climax as I shot my load while embedded deep in her rear passage. 

Having pulled my cock out, condom off and boxers up, I went over to Brad who was looking somewhat awe-struck. As I chatted to Brad, Joanne was now complaining vociferously that she wasn't getting enough attention. Unfortunately for her she was tightly bound, ball-gagged, hooded and unable to touch herself in any way, so there was absolutely nothing she could do about it - except try to complain. 

Brad's biggest question was why did Joanne let me do this and what did she get out of it herself. I told Brad that firstly, Jo's need was simply relinquish control and submit for her sexuality to come right up to the surface. Then what she got was whatever I gave her . That could be anything from being forced to have more orgasms in one session than his girlfriend had in a year, or as in today's case, a very long and frustrating build-up hoping I'd finally let her come. It was the not knowing and the lack of control that she relished.

With Joanne mmmphing protests like crazy, I returned to her, announcing my presence to her deaf and blind body with a loud smack of her rear. Watching her struggling I was already starting to get hard again, but after two ejaculations I was going to need a little more help from my willing Jo.  I'd already told Brad to move behind Jo and got everything ready for the finale. My props were to hand, the music had been turned up a couple of notches and Brad had been briefed what to expect. Only Joanne was clueless as to her fate. 

Leaving Jo frog-tied and spread over the foot-stool I unlocked then unlaced her discipline hood and removed it, much to her relief. I then removed the ear coverings, eye-mask and ballgag, releasing a large stream of drool and a groan from Jo. However, before she got too relaxed, I replaced the sleep mask with the padded leather blindfold.
After Jo eased her jaw muscles out, she asked hopefully, "Please, I need to come - make me come too" and did her best to wiggle her pussy at me provocatively. In answer, I picked up her favourite vibrating dildo and slowly inserted it before turning it on and slowly fucking her pussy with it. It didn't take very long to bring a tied, horny and now panting Joanne to the brink of orgasm. But then I stopped - Jo was not happy...

"Fuck it, don't stop now", Jo screamed as I removed the vibrator from her. Using the opportunity to my advantage I inserted my own favourite, a leather covered "O"-ring gag, between her teeth and secured the straps behind her neck rendering her mouth gagged but nicely available. 

"Just one more little task first", I said as I moved round in front of her, beckoning Brad to follow me with the camera. Then, holding Jo's head by the sides I pushed my now erect cock between her spread lips and into her mouth. "You'll get your climax after I've had mine", I told Jo before slowly fucking her mouth. Although highly pleasurable, I wasn't actually likely to come this way, but it certainly got me ready to !!

After about five minutes forced oral sex, my cock was aching for the real thing and all Jo had to show for it was a chin covered in her own drool. Pulling out, I moved back round her and slipped my cock into her waiting pussy. Boy did that feel good - I think both of us agreed on that one. I then held her hips and taking her from behind, fucked us both to an extremely pleasurable orgasm, with Jo even coming first this time round. 

I rested inside her, my cock too sensitive to do anything else. Jo however was keen for more. Never one to disappoint a lady in need, I eased my cock out of her and retrieved a few items from my store. Whispering to Brad, "keep filming, you'll like this", I went back over to Joanne and eased a large vibrator into her before turning it on to a medium setting and slowly fucking her with it. Then, leaving it inserted, I picked up a vibrating butt-plug, lubricated it and slid it into her other available hole. Fortunately I'd kept Jo tied because when I turned both on to maximum I think she tried to jump vertically off the foot stool !!

I quickly ran a length of duct tape down from the base of her spine, between her butt cheeks, over the base of the butt plug, then the base of the vibrator. Tearing it from the roll, I ran the remaining 12" end underneath her and up onto her stomach. Both the vibrating plugs were now held inside their respective dwellings. Adding more duct tape across her butt and between her legs made the whole arrangement secure. With Jo fast approaching her next orgasm, I unbuckled and removed the ring-gag then untied the ropes holding her knees spread to the sides of the footstool. 

Lowering Jo onto the floor, I laid her on her side as her arms remained tied together at wrist and elbow behind her back. Her legs were still frog-tied, ankle to thigh and the blindfold remained for obvious reasons. Then her orgasm hit. Jo's thighs opened then closed, pressed together tightly her body stiffened and she rode out another orgasm. "God, that was good", Joanne gasped as her breathing returned to normal, then laughing "I'll sure sleep well tonight, lover", she continued.

Blindfolded, Jo was unable to see me pick up the ballgag and hold it in front of her mouth. "No you won't", I told her laughing even more as I forced the ballgag into Jo's mouth. Rolling her onto her stomach I secured the straps tightly behind her head. 

"There's a good few hours left in those batteries", I said to an increasingly worried Joanne, "so I don't think you'll be doing any sleeping for a good while yet". Now Jo was really anxious, rolling about, pulling at her wrist and elbow bonds and making quite a bit of noise through her ballgag. 

As planned, all Jo managed to do was help the vibrators to push her to yet another orgasm. As Brad and I watched Jo climaxing once more, I whispered to him, "Time for you to go I'm afraid". As Brad and I left the room, I called out to Joanne, "Back in a minute, just getting a beer from the fridge", and closed the lounge door. . 

With Joanne now making even louder protests through her ballgag behind us, I saw Brad off at the front door. "Enjoy the show ?", I asked.

"I just still can't believe it - that she lets you do that !", replied Brad. 

"The only thing she'd balk at is the video or you being there, and she'll never know about those. Everything else we've done before anyway. If she didn't enjoy it herself then we wouldn't be doing it all the time", I said.

As Brad turned to go, I called out, "Go home and have a good wank - I'll phone you tomorrow". Brad smiled and went on his way as I closed the front door, got a beer from the kitchen and returned to a very orgasmic Joanne, still sweating, struggling and panting on the floor. I quietly picked up the camcorder, tripod and leads, taking them out of the room and back to the under-stairs cupboard. Returning to the room, I bent down and removed Jo's blindfold. As she repeatedly blinked her eyes being unused to the light, I kissed her on the cheek. Then putting my hand between her legs to push on her two vibrating intruders, I said "there's only feeling better than a multiple orgasm - and that ones you can't stop coming". 

Removing her ballgag, I wiped away the stream of drool with the back of my hand and kissed her deeply. Then with my hand still between her legs, I said "just one more for me, lover, and I'll untie you". 

"Please, I can't, take them out - please", gasped Jo.

Covering her lips with mine, I held her to me and pumped the vibrating dildo into her. Jo almost immediately crashed into yet another orgasm, this time her eyes glazing over and her breathing more ragged than previously. I held Jo tightly, until she came back down again, then with her still laying on the floor I untied her legs, elbows and wrists. Jo's first priority was the twin vibrators, so I removed the duct tape from her back and peeled away the strips going down her butt cheeks and over the bases of the plugs. The vibrating dildo slid out of its own accord whereas the flanged butt-plug needed a helping hand.

Helping Joanne to stand, I assisted her up the stairs and into the bathroom. "I'll let you get the tape off your tummy", I said, "and there are nail scissors in the cabinet if it's stuck to any hairs". I added. About five minutes later an exhausted but slightly refreshed Joanne joined me in the bedroom. "You're beautiful", I told her and we snuggled down together to get some sleep. 

The next morning, I got up to go to work leaving a still sleeping Joanne in my bed. I tidied up all the gear from the lounge, took the camcorder back to it's normal location in the spare bedroom and made sure I had the video tape of last nights fun in my briefcase. If Joanne ever found that I'd certainly be in trouble !!