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From: Jim Bartlett <jmblt62@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: {ASSM} Bondage Fantasies - chapter 1
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Date: Wed, 11 Jun 2008 19:10:01 -0400
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This is chapter  1 of my story, describing my thoughts while I
was driving to my Aunt's house to babysit my two cousins.
I will post the other chapters if there is any interest in my
story ...


Bondage Fantasies
-------------------
Chapter 1

It was a long drive to my Aunt's house. At the age of 18, and
with nothing else to occupy my mind, I drifted off into a world
of sexual fantasy. I was very sexually frustrated, having never
had much luck with girls. My fantasies were fixated around two
experiences in my past.

They both happened when I was 16. I was at the age when my
hormones were raging, and my lack of success with girls was
making life almost unbearable.

The first of the two experiences happened when Katie, the girl
next door, was having a sleepover at her house. I was sitting in
my bedroom, by the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of the girls
as they arrived. Just five more minutes, I thought, and the first
ones will be here. I was sitting, naked with my cock in my hand,
ready to jerk off when I caught sight of the girls arriving. I
knew that the sleepover was due  to start at 7pm. Sure enough,
when 7pm came, the first car pulled up. Three girls got out and
ran up to the house, hardly giving me time to react. Stupidly, I
imagined that they would already be in their nightwear when they
arrived, but they weren't. Just jeans and sweaters. Katie opened
the door and let the girls in, and they were gone. Great I
thought, cursing my stupidity at what  I was expecting to see. A
few other cars pulled up over the next half hour, but I still
didn't see anything of great interest. I had noted, though, that
her best friend Ruth had still not arrived, and in desparation
waited patiently until nearly 9pm before I was rewarded with the
sight of her car arriving.. To my surprise, the door of the house
flung open and out poured about 20 girls, all dressed in their
nightwear. They ran down to the road to greet Ruth. Every single
one of them was wearing either a satin nightie or satin pyjamas.
The sight was electric, and my cock leapt to attention. I could
clearly see the bounce of some of the girls breasts as they ran
to the car.
All too soon, the display was over. I shut my eyes and tried to
reconjure the image in my head.

And then I had the luckiest break of my life.

All the lights in Katie's house went out. I watched intently and
waited. After a short pause, Katie appeared at her front door ,
wearing a very short red satin nightie. I watched mesmerised as
she ram down to the street and disappeared from view. A few
seconds later, my doorbell rang.. I was hurrying to get dressed.
Ding dong, ding dong it went again. I only had time to pull on a
pair of shorts, and dashed downstairs to  answer the door. I
opened the door to find Katie  stood in front of me. Oh Hi, she
said, all our electricty has gone off. I'm sure it's only a fuse,
and I was wondering if you could come and have a look. She was
panting after running from next door, and her breasts heaved up
and down as she spoke. Oh yeah, sure, I replied. She was keen to
get back in the house, being half naked in the street, and turned
to head back. I followed her closely behind, mesmerised by the
sight of her satin clad bottom wiggling just a few short feet
ahead of  me. We went in the house and she showed me to the basement.
I think the fuses are down here she said. I could make out shapes
in the darkness. I quickly found the fusebox and flicked the
trip, excited at the sight which might present itself when the
lights went back on. There were clearly other girls in the
basement with us.

The lights came on, and I squinted as the brightness hurt my
eyes. I turned round and could not believe what I was seeing. All
the girls were in the basement. A cheer went up and they all
started chatting, hardly seeming to notice that I was there. It
was a sea of satin. My eyes darted from one girl to the next, not
knowing where to rest them. Five or six girls were wearing satin
pyjamas, and the rest were wearing nighties. Some were shorter
than others. My eyes fixed on Katie's best friend Ruth, who was
standing with her back to me. Her short yellow satin nightie
barely covered her panties. I could see the outline of the
panties against the thin material, and as she moved, the nightie
rode up slightly, just affording an occasional glimpse of the
matching yellow satin panties beneath.

Suddenly the group she was standing with errupted in laughter,
Forfeit, foreit they all screamed, pointing at Ruth. Ruth looked
horrified. Come on they urged her, fair's fair, we all agreed. If
it's you that has to do the forfeit, you have to go along with it
they chanted in unison, having all obviously agreed it earlier. I
tingled with anticipation, wondering what the forfeit would be.
Katie stepped forward, and commanded Ruth to turn round, with her
back to her. Ruth slowly turned, and I noticed she was shaking
slightly. Has anyone got anything we can use a blindfold, Katie
asked. The chatter in the room subsided, and all the girls turned
to look at Ruth. You can use my pyjama bottoms if you want to,
piped up a girl standing just in front of me, and without
hesitation she took off her pyjama bottoms and handed them to
Katie.  The pyjamas were a disney themed set and had a dark green
background, with fairy  tale characters on them. Her panties were
obviously part of the same set and I  was almost rooted to the
spot at the sight of them. She was standing right in front of me,
and her cute ass looked fantastic encased in the green shiny
satin.

No, I can't use those Katie said, and threw them back to the
owner. But her aim was off, and I caught them in my hand. The
material felt so soft to touch. The girl didn't seem interested
in having them back, so I held on to them, running my hands over
the material, and marvelling at the sensation to the touch of
satin. How about this, another girl piped up. Yes, that's better
replied Katie, and tied the length of material she had been
handed tightly over Ruth's eyes.

Then one of the girls shouted out, Let's tie her up.
There was a  murmur of approval from all the rest, them they all
started chanting.
T-i-e   h-e-r   u-p.
T-i-e   h-e-r   u-p.
T-i-e   h-e-r   u-p.

Katie was looking round the basement for something to use, when
her eyes rested on a length of rope hanging from an exposed beam
on the ceiling. Ruth tried to take off her blindfold, but two
other girls immediately grabbed her hands and stopped her.
They forced her to hold her arms out in front while Katie tied
the rope round her wrists.
Katie then stood on a chair and secured them to the beam above
her head.
The yellow satin material rode up as they did so, fully exposing
the matching yellow satin panties beneath.

Ruth was shouting get me down, get me down right now, and was
wildly twisting and turning, kicking out with her legs and
pulling on her bonds. Katie stood on the chair again and calmly
tied a gag over her mouth to keep her quiet.

Just then a beeping sound started coming from upstairs. Come on
girls, Katie said, that's the oven timer alarm, Pizzas are ready.
All the girls rushed to the stairs, and in a few seconds the room
was empty.

I was alone with Ruth, tied up, blidfolded, gagged and completely
helpless right there in front of me.
I was running the satin of the girls Disney pyjamas through my
hands as I watched her hanging there.
As I did so, the material fell onto the top of my thighs, and I
shuddered at the exquisite feel as it lightly brushed over my
skin.
I did it again, then took the pyjamas and started to run them up
and down my legs.
My cock rose to attention in response to the stimulation.
I was only wearing a pair of shorts, with nothing underneath.
I wanted  to feel the satin on my cock, so I whipped down my
shorts and rubbed the pyjamas on my balls and erect cock.
The combination of the soft feel and sight of the shiny smooth
material, and Ruth helpless and writhing in front of me was too
much and I shot my load into the pyjamas. Not a moment too soon I
retrieved my shorts as Katie returned with her Pizza.

Oh, I forgot you were still here Katie exclaimed, you'd better
go. This is strictly girls only. As she spoke she casually
approached Ruth and rubbed her hand over Ruth's clit through the
satin of her panties. Slowly, slowly she worked her fingers over
the material until a wet patch started to appear as Ruth
involuntarily responded to the stimulation. Come here Katie,
said, beckoning me over to join her. You can have these as a
souvenir if you want she said, poining to Ruth's panties, to to
say thanks for helping tonight. I was suddenly overcome by the
intensity of the moment and froze to the spot, unable to speak.
Well, she said, do you want them or not ? I managed to croak a
very quiet yes please. OK, then Katie continued, go on, take
them. I turned to face Ruth, and placed one hand on either side
of her panties. I pulled  the elasticated waistband gently
downwards and the panties dropped to the floor. I bent down and
picked them up, lingering
 monetarily when I stood up again with Ruth's exposed clit inches
from face.. I imagined that I was on my own with her in the
basement, tied up, blindfolded, gagged, dressed in satin. Just me
and Ruth, alone and helpless.

Right Katie said, it really is time for you to go now.

I stuffed the panties in my pocket and grudgingly left as she had
asked.

So this was the basis of my first sexual fantasy, satin and
bondage.
Having been presented with the opportunity and having it snatched
away again, I was desperate to be able to fulfill the fantasy.

I doubted I would ever have the chance to fulfill my fantasy of
being in a basement with a helpless satin clad girl, but
unbuttoned the top of my jeans and pulled down the zip as my cock
reacted to thought. I slid my hand down into my jeans and
fingered myself, glancing down in pleasure to see the emerging
wet patch appear on the yellow satin panties.

I'll never be without them, I rused.


The second fantasy arose from an incident that happened on my
last day at school.

The boys and girls schools were next to each other, but strictly
separate.
I found the girls a real tease, particularly when the weather
turned warm, and they were no longer required to wear jumpers and
blazers. The summer uniform, a gingham dress, was not so
appealing to me, but there were some days in Spring when they
still wore the winter uniform of the traditional white blouse and
grey box pleated skirt and would walk around with it exposed, not
hidden form view by a jumper and blazer.

On the last day of their final year, a tradition had built up
where the girls dressed up as British St Trinians style
schoolgirls.
Some of the girls made a token gesture at it, but others really
entered into the spirit wearing their white blouses with a
brightly coloured striped tie, short pleated netball skirt,
stockings and suspenders, and their hair tied into pigtails with
brightly coloured ribbons.

Last year they had sent out a raiding part into my school, which
was next door, and were running round screaming with the boys
chasing after them trying to steal a kiss. I even saw one boy
take off his tie and secure one of the girls to a tree with her
hands behind her back. He was charging the younger boys for the
chance to kiss her, and a long line was forming. But
unfortunatley a teacher spotted him and put a stop to it.

It was my last day of school too, and my last chance to see the
spectacle.
I got off the bus and hung around, kicking my heels, waiting for
one of the girls busses to arrive. It was a 10 minute walk to
school from the bus station, and I would be able to check them
out as they walked along. I didn't have to wait  long, and one of
the girls busses pulled in. There were about fifty girls on the
bus. Some hadn't bothered to dress up at all, but I counted five
who had gone the whole way.

There was so much excitment and chatter that they didn't notice
as I quietly plodded along behind them.
They all had their hair tied up, four of them in pigtails, and
one in a ponytail. They all wore their white blouses, but not
buttoned smartly to the neck, but with two or three buttons
undone, and a knotted tie loosely hanging between their breasts.
Two of the girls wore a navy blue pleated netball skirt just
above the knee, two of them wore the same style  in green, and
one was wearing a bright red one. The red one was way shorter
than the others, and I could just catch a glimpse of her stocking
tops as she walked.

If I could chose, I thought, it would be her, in the red. I
particularly like the red and green striped tie and green ribbons
for her pigtails that she had used to set the whole outfit off.
The walk to school was over all too soon, and I resigned myself
to a boring morning of lessons.

Lunctime came, and I finished my lunch quickly so I could spend
as much time trying to spot any girls who might have decided to
visit the school. I waited by the tree that the girl had been
tied to last year, wanting to make sure that I was a the front of
the line if the same thing happened again.

I did manage to catch site of a few girls, but they had all come
over to see their boyfriends.
There was none of the chasing around that had happened the year
before.

Dissapointed I went to the science block to retrieve the books
from my locker that I needed for the afternoon's lessons.
The block was deserted. It was a nice day and  everyone was
outside.
But then I heard something, a bumping and knocking noise.
Curious, I traced the source of the noise.
It was coming from the Ladies toilet. I pressed my ear to the
door, and over the bumping and banging I could just make a girls
voice, I'll have something to say to him alright when he comes
back, she said. This is the end.We're finished after this.
Plucking up courage, and with a pouding heart, I pushed the door
open.

There was a girl inside, blindfolded and with her hands tied up
above her head. They were secured  to a pipe running across the
ceiling. It was the girl in the red skirt that I had seen on the
way to school. She had heard the door creek open. You bastard
Matt she yelled, leaving me here like this. Untie me and let me
down right now. Her boyfried had obviously persuaded her to go
somewhere quiet for a snog, and tied her up and left her there.
And she thought that's who I was, coming back to untie her. If
you want to kiss me, she said, you'd better be quick about it.
It's nearly time I was back in lessons. I shut the door behind me
and took in the scene. Her pigtails bobbed around as she talked,
the green ribbons catching my eye. Her blouse was undone down to
the third button, exposing the top of her breasts and partialy
revealing  her white bra beneath. Her red and green striped tie
hung down between her breasts, and with her hands tied tightly
above her head, her skirt had ridden up exposing the tops of her
stockings. The suspenders holding them up were clearly visible.

I stuck my hand in my pants and unfolded my cock which was bent
uncomfortbaly as it tried to erect. Then I heard steps on the
stairs. Someone was coming. I don't have long, I thought, I don't
have long. I placed my hands on her waist and placed my lips on
hers. She recoiled, not being able to know that I was about to
touch her. The blindfold was obviously doing it's job well.

I embraced her, rubbing my hands over the white cotton material
on her back, and pressing myself against her. I moved my hands to
her head and held her lips tight against mine, fingering her
pigtails as I did so. The footsteps were getting louder. I had to
go.
I dashed from the room and just made out of site when Matt Lucas,
the head prefect, came into view.

I hurried down the back stairs through the fire exit and out in
the open air..

A St Trinians schoolgirl, tied up, and wanting me to pleasure her
was my second fantasy.
And the experience of that day was the reason the fantasy was
strong for me.
I was presented with that fantasy, and it was taken away.
And I wanted it again, I wanted it more than anything.


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