Chapter 1
Oh, dear sir, let me humbly tell you that my name is Bonnie, and I'm happy to be a sex slave. Yes... I've learned the true joy of serving a master... although I must admit it wasn't always that way.
No...
I've had to be trained...
So that I can understand the true meaning of love and devotion.
And even though I was afraid at first, now I consider myself the luckiest woman who ever lived, to have had the privilege of being sexed like I've been...
But let me go back to the beginning of my story...
After all, you wouldn't want me to leave out any of the juicy details, now, would you...
No. I didn't think so. You're like him. You want it all...
I'm telling you...
Well, where to begin, except to say he was a crazy man. He had this notion about women... that they loved to be tortured... especially on their sex organs!
Well, maybe they did... I certainly did... but I didn't know it.
I didn't know it until he did it to me... and I guess that's some kind of bottom line.
But let me tell you...
Gustav wasn't the kind of guy you ever thought about bringing home to your mama!
Maybe you might bring your mama to him if she were a real pain in your ass, and we all know that they could be a pain in the ass, and most of the time it was because daddy stopped fucking them, in favor of his cute little secretary.
Maybe we should bring daddy here.
There's plenty of action to go around for all.
What's that?
Speak up; I can't quite hear you...
You want to know how I got involved with Gustav, what this is all about?
I know, I know, and I told you I would... just hold on... I'll need a cigarette if I'm going to get into that...
Okay... that's better.
There...
A deep long drag always feels good inside the lungs.
Now...
Where was I.
Oh yes...
Gustav...
Well, forgive me if I chuckle just a little... but Gustav was such a character, even the first time I met him... it was back in a Lounge, where I was working as a cocktail waitress... in one of the city suburbs known principally as the place where guys took there other woman... the one they weren't married to...
It was a safe bet, a good, sound idea. After all, who ever goes to Yonkers if they don't have to?
So the chances of running into anyone with anyone else but another woman were slim.
And I was used to it.
This place had a convenient bar and lounge right in the lobby, so before or after fucking, couples could come down and drink and hear a little music and somehow pretend that it was all right... that they were like every other couple in America...
Now, I was working this place on weekends... with my very short, sexy outfit, the kind that I wore to boost tips.
It came down barely over my ass, and let my mesh pantyhose go all the way down, baring my legs.
And my tits...
My tits were pushed up... as if I were wearing some kind of Widowmaker corset...
Of course, and I didn't know this at the time, but I would find out soon, it was my tits that really caught Gustav's eye.
I should have known right from the start that he was different, that there was something weird about him...
Because he was alone.
He was sitting by himself, scrunched up into a little booth, looking half plastered on cheap scotch... our specialty.
I couldn't get over it.
He was so good-looking... with his black curly hair and his wet eyes, and his hard tight body... I just didn't understand why he was alone... why he wasn't with somebody...
A guy like that, he couldn't have been more than twenty-five... thirty was pushing it... a guy like that should have been with someone...
And on a night like this... a cool Friday where the rest of the place was stuffed with young girlfriends and well-to-creeps cheating on their wives, probably stuffed out on Long Island, hung to dry along with the daily wash...
No, like I say, Gustav was different... very different...
So I kind of saddled up to him.
Look, I'm single, and only twenty-three, and well aware that I have a pussy... so why shouldn't I? Why shouldn't I have a little fun too? Is there a law against it?
So every time I bent down, I made sure he got a good look at my tits...
And every time I walked away, I put an extra wiggle in my ass...
And when finally he was ready to go back to his room, I gave him his receipt, and my phone number, telling him that I was off at one (in the morning).
I mean, how much of a hint does a guy like that need?
Really?
I was staying down the road at a little apartment.
I got home about one fifteen... and then, even before I could make myself a drink, the phone rang.
I knew who it was.
I smiled before I picked it up.
Sure.
I knew.
"Hello?"
"I got your note. I'm in the motel across the road. Room 23. Fifteen minutes."
My heart nearly stopped!
Not what I'd call the smoothest of pick- ups...
I was about to tell him where I thought he could go... but I didn't...
Because something told me I should go with him... that he was different... that he was worth pursuing...
Why I don't know...
I can't really say...
But I had the feeling he'd give me a time I'd never forget.
Boy, was I on the money!
It was a night that became truly unforgettable... a night that would change my entire life...
But don't let me get too far ahead.
That wouldn't be fair to you...
Or to me...
Or to the rest of the story...
So there we were, getting it on over the phone, with him giving me all these orders, and me smirking, like, sure, I know where you're coming from, and you can't boss me around, and my pussy starting to really soak up...
He wanted it bad...
Or so I thought.
I told him I needed a half-hour to get ready.
His reply?
He hung the phone up.
And somehow, I knew that he was counting the seconds!
So I wasted no time.
I stripped off my cocktail waitress outfit and hopped into the shower.
I let the warm water steam down on me, rejuvenating me as best it could...
And it did.
I could feel my entire body enervated...
It was so good...
Now, I was out of the shower, and toweling off.
I put on my sexiest perfume, and blew out my hair.
I slipped into a pair of sheer black stockings... the kind that I knew he would love... if he loved my fishnets he'd go gaga over these!
And then, when I slipped on my hot black dress, I figured he was a goner...
No man could resist me like this...
Or so I thought...
Yes, friends, I thought I was a real bombshell... with my jet black hair, long legs, hot hips, and best of all, my incredible tits...
I was a thirty-six D cup, and if that doesn't tell you all, let me say that I had no sag at all in those luscious bubbies of mine.
I was lucky... I was fortunate... call it what you will, but if tits could kill, I'd have a stack of men dead behind me, with their tongues hanging out, and their cocks stiff even before rigor mortis set in...
That's the way I felt when I left my apartment.
I looked and felt great and was ready for a hard night of fucking.
Ha!
What did I know?
What did I really know then?
It all seems like so long ago...
I got the hotel and snuck past the front desk.
There was no sense in having the place know that I was servicing the clientele.
They might not look too favorably on that.
I got to his room and knocked.
I waited.
A couple of seconds passed with no answer.
I started to worry.
Had he changed his mind?
Was it all a joke?
I didn't want that to be the truth...
I wanted to see him...
Jesus, I hadn't realized just how horny I really was...
And now...
Now, I knocked again...
And then, after a couple more agonizing minutes, the door slowly opened.
God, what a relief!
And now, in the dimness, I saw a hand come and reach out for me.
"This way." he said.
I recognized the voice.
Why there were no lights on I didn't quite understand, but that was all right, too...
After all, it was his scene...
Maybe he didn't like lights...
I was standing there, and the next thing I knew I felt his hands slide down to my wrists...
I was about to tell him, hey, don't do that... that's not really nice, when before I knew what was happening, I could feel his hands coming up behind and pulling mine back there!
God!
I thought I was going to die!
He was tying my wrists behind my back.
Well, what can I tell you...
That was just a little too freaky for me, if you know what I mean...
I wasn't up for that...
I really wasn't into it...
I didn't think.
"Hey... don't... I don't want to... "
But even before I was able to get the protest out of my mouth, my wrists were bound securely behind my back.
And not with rope.
No... it was... it was some kind of leather strapping...
I could tell when I tried to pull them apart.
"Say... this isn't... "
And now, I felt them around my legs!
My ankles were being bound!
Tight!
Too tight!
I couldn't move.
I was forced to stand there with my ankles and now my knees bound in that same leather.
He was some kind of freak.
The kind you read about in the Daily News.
It suddenly occurred to me that maybe I wasn't all that safe here!
That maybe he was going to tie me up and kill me!
It's happened before, you know...
I should have screamed, I know... I should have screamed for all I was worth, in the hopes that someone would come and save me...
But there was something inside of me... I don't know what, something, that seemed to say it was all right... it was going to be all right... that I wasn't in any real danger... that he was too sweet to really be any kind of real threat...
And so I stood there...
Until he lit a match and then a candle.
And then...
God!
I couldn't believe it!
He was dressed head to toe in a smooth rubber outfit! Even his face was covered!
He looked truly terrifying, and now I did want to scream... I wanted to scream and cry out... I didn't like this at all...
But, what can I say, he was way ahead of me...
He wasn't about to let me cry out...
Oh no... he was quite prepared for any and all circumstances...
He held up this red rubber ball with several lengths of thong material sticking out of it.
I wasn't sure what it was, but I soon found out.
He raised one of his hands and put it on my chin, squeezing as he did so, causing my mouth to swing wide open...
Which was just what he wanted...
Because now it was a simple thing for him to squeeze that red ball right into it!
A ball gag.
It was, I learned later, a ball gag... the kind that works so completely you can't make a sound while you have it on...
And you start to drool and it runs down your body, and...
Well, what can I say...
My eyes widened as he pushed it all the way in, making sure that I had it in my mouth, and then he tied it behind my head...
I was totally trapped now.
I couldn't walk because of the way he'd bound my arms and legs...
And I couldn't cry out...
And here I thought I was going to knock him out and bowl him over in my dress and underthings...
God... what was happening?
I was really frightened, and there was nothing I could do about it...
Except stand there and wait.
Now, he went to a couple of the candles he had placed around the room and lit them.
"Hello," he said, finally, in the familiar, smooth voice that I recognized from the lounge.
"MMMMMFFFF... "
He smiled when he watched me realize that I couldn't very well speak with this thing in my mouth...
"Don't worry... I'm not going to harm you... I'm going to have some fun... and when I'm finished, I guarantee you'll be happy you came... "
He seemed sure of that.
Too sure, if you ask me.
But, like I say, I was in no position to argue with him.
So fine.
Okay.
If that's what he wanted to do, that was fine with me.
I waited, and now, he started to work on me.
Seriously.
He put his hands on my face and gently stroked the side of my chin.
"Nice skin... I noticed that this afternoon."
Weird.
Here he'd practically raped me in the night, and now he was telling me what nice skin I had.
The guy was a cake.
There was no doubt about it.
Now, his hands, which had been caressing my face, started to lower themselves.
I can't tell you what kind of feeling coursed through my body just then...
It was incredible...
Really...
I mean, I've been turned on before, and sometimes guys like to hold my hands down over my head while they fucked me and it seemed to work for the both of us well enough, but this... this was something completely different...
I mean, this was looney-tunes time!
He was slowly working me up to an incredible fever pitch...
And he knew it...
God, did he knew it...
Only too well...
Now, he was starting to really do me...
Really work on me...
He began by pushing my dress down over my shoulders. This was rather easy to do, since it was a specially sexy dress with little tie straps on my shoulders holding it up...
When he pushed them down and bared my shoulders, I could feel his eyes burning as they stared at me.
"Lovely skin... "
His voice was huskier than I remembered.
He was definitely turned on.
And loving it!
And now so was I...
Well, maybe not loving it, but definitely starting to get into it...
There was something about him that was getting to me...
I mean, really getting to me...
He was rough when he wanted to be, but he was also incredibly smooth...
And I liked that...
I liked the way he worked on me...
It made me feel, in some ways, like a princess... like some sort of a princess...
I mean, here I was standing at attention, having my body worshiped in the most delightful, careful fashion...
I'm telling you it was enough to drive me crazy...
And that's exactly what it was doing...
And I'm sure it would have had the same effect on any woman there in my shoes.
I'm sure of it...
Now, though, there was nothing I could do except take it...
And that was proving to be the hardest thing.
Because I wanted him to do more... more than he was doing...
I wanted him to get down to my hot pussy which had been dripping now for the longest time!
And I'm sure he knew it.
I mean, how could he not?
How could he not know that he was driving me crazy?
The answer is he couldn't.
The answer is that's what this was all about...
A definite campaign designed to drive me crazy.
And it was working.
If crazy meant sexually uncontrollable.
Now, he was working my dress slowly... God, so slowly, down below my tits... all the way down, until I thought he was going to really push me over the edge.
My tits...
My tits were my best thing...
And he seemed to know it.
Now my knees were starting to buckle...
I could hardly stand...
But somehow I knew I had to...
That that was part of my duties...
To remain standing...
So I did...
I did as I was told...
And now...
Now, there was nothing I could do as his rubber gloved hands... pushed my dress down so that the back of it was covering the bonds that were holding my wrists, and the front was to my waist!
I was totally exposed!
My tits were sticking straight up and pointing at him.
"God," he murmured...
Even this guy... Even Gustav couldn't take too much more of this...
He'd never seen tits like mine, I was sure of that...
And somehow that made me proud...
That made me very proud to wear them the way I did...
I even arched my back a little so they could stick out... right into his face and his hands.
He lost no time in caressing them...
He put those rubber-clad fingers on them and started to squeeze and manipulate them...
And it was the greatest feeling I'd ever had!
I mean, being worked over by rubber fingers was enough to drive me insane...
"MMMMMFFFFF... "
I was trying to moan... and let him know that I was liking it, but he only smiled and told me to try to relax...
"It feels good... I know it does... I really do know it does... "
"MMMFMFFFFF... "
It was making me so hot and horny, I couldn't believe it.
I wanted him to grab them and squeeze them, hard... but he wasn't into that...
He wasn't into giving me that kind of satisfaction.
Instead, he was dragging his hands slowly over them... slowly and easily over my tits... letting me feel his fingers but not squeezing or anything...
He was teasing me!
And it was working...
Now, my pussy was on fire...
How much more of this was he going to give me?
How much more was I going to have to take?
I wasn't sure...
I wasn't sure of anything...
All I knew was that I was moving my hips slowly back and forth... trying to get some sort of relief...
I was beginning to understand now what this tying up was all about.
It was more sexual than I thought.
It put me in a position where I was unable to participate actively.
Did I say queen before?
Make that slave.
Now I felt like a slave.
The perfect slave.
The best slave in the world.
He looked at me funny, I could tell, even through his mask.
"Are you ready?"
Ready?
For what?
God, for what now?