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The story of my introduction to bondage and male submission is rather unusual
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and I think it will interest all of those who take delight in the two. Eric
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moved to my town at the start of his junior year in collage, after his mom got
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a good job. He was a fine athlete, good student, and had a nice personality.
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Everyone like him, especially me. But he had a hang up about his height: he
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was five feet either inches. I was five feet eight inches too, with a
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32B-21-33 figure, high breasts and pretty good legs. I told him I liked him,
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particularly his muscular body, but he felt that guys should go with girls
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shorter than themselves. I really liked his mom. Paula was a pretty widow of
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thirty eight who always made me feel welcome. We lived a block from their
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small house, my folks were in the last stages of a rotten marriage and didn't
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really care where I was or what I did. Paula and I thought alike, and I could
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talk to her. A week before spring break, Eric was in a car accident. He
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sustained cuts, bad bruises, and wrenched both shoulders. The fourth day
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after his accident, I found Paula working with her son in their little game
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room off the kitchen. Eric would need physical therapy at home, she
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explained, while I helped her put a pulley in the ceiling near the wall. Next
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we ran a 2 x 4 out from the wall that had a cross piece with an eye screw in
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it. I was puzzled, but she said I'd understand if I watched the therapy Eric
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underwent at the hospital. I had offered to sit with Eric after he got home,
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and Paula said I could help with his therapy as well if I was of a mind to.
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The next day I visited the hospital therapy room. Eric was in a cubicle,
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standing on a wooden platform, his ankles strapped to an eye screw. He said,
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"Welcome to the torture chamber." The therapist explained that Eric had
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passed up an easier treatment for a faster but rougher one. Eric's hands were
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strapped together behind him with a rope, which was pulled through a pulley
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attached to his hands. This made him stand very erect, but bent him nearly
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ninety degrees from the waist with his arms pulled back and up behind him.
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I sat on the stool to wait out the thirty minutes with him. He wore a towel
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around his hips, and I admired his taut, smooth, muscular body. I was very
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aware of how helpless he was, and also of his near nakedness. I got excited
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just thinking about being alone with him like that. We talked a bit, and he
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seemed glad I would be with him at home; it meant he could do therapy twice a
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day. By the end of the thirty minutes he was almost moaning and sweating, and
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the sight of him thrilled me and made me very wet between my legs. Eric came
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home early Saturday. Twice that day, and on Sunday, Paula and I got him into
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position, even joking about it as we called him "Slave." Eric said that he
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felt like one and called each of us "Mistress." Those words really turned me
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on! I realized that I'd be alone with him for the next five days, and I could
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Hardly wait. Monday, I was alone with him during his therapy session while he
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stood tied and bent forward. Unable to resist temptation, I ran a finger down
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his back and confessed that I wanted to do three things to him: pull the towel
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off, whip his ass, and keep him bound. He hung quietly before me a moment or
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two, then whispered, "Since I can't stop you, you might as well have fun."
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I loved seeing him naked, especially his thick cock, which curved down over
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heavy balls. I cracked a belt over his taut buttocks and adored each red line
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that appeared on his flesh. Afterward, his cock jutted straight out and was
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wet at the end. His face streamed with tears, and my panties were soaked from
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excitement. Within minutes he lay bound on a bed under me while I straddled
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him, his penis throbbing in my vagina. We came together and it was glorious.
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Later, while we lay side by side, he said that he had loved it, too. By
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Friday, he was performing cunnilingus on his knees before me and licking his
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come out of me after intercourse. While he hung in traction during therapy,
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I put a metal ring around his cock so he wouldn't come while I teased him
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unmercifully. Afterward, he waited on me hand and foot, nude, as my slave.
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That weekend, with Paula home, he wore the towel again, and we were both
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disappointed when we couldn't play our usual games following therapy. Also,
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I noticed that, like me, Paula enjoyed being called, "Mistress." I couldn't
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wait for Monday to arrive. School would be back in session but I knew we
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would be able to enjoy ourselves in the afternoons. Thursday afternoon, I
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hooked Eric's feet to the eye screw and pulled his arms back and up behind
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him, making him bend far forward. Admiring my naked slave, I put a strap
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around his balls, forcing them down together, and then snapped a steel ring
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shut on each nipple. I ran a cord from one ring down the the eye screw and up
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to the other ring, making it tight so that the rings pulled down hard. After
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putting a third ring around his swelling cock, I stripped of my clothes and
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put a belt and hairbrush on the footstool. I was in the bathroom when the
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outside door opened and someone came in. I ran into the kitchen, looked into
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the little game room and saw Paula looking at her son. I expected her to
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scream, or attack me, or call the police, Instead, she ran to me, smiling and
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then hugged and kissed me. Twenty minutes later we both sat alongside Eric.
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Paula held the belt, which she, at my invitation, had used expertly. I was
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still nude and ran the brush over Eric's cock while Paula and I talked. Until
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his death three years ago, Paula's husband was her slave. She had seen the
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same need for bondage and discipline in Eric but had done nothing to satisfy
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it. She felt that he should be disciplined by a girl his own age. She had
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seen in me the same traits she possessed and felt Eric and I could have a
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beautiful relationship under the right circumstances. Eric's accident had
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proven to be a blessing in disguise. She had had a chance to come home early
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from work that day and, far from being shocked, had been delighted to discover
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her son being disciplined. She was also happy, later on, to share him with me
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in the bedroom. After that, I spend each weekend at Paula's. We loved having
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our slave do the housework nude, followed by a paddle party, then a session
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with Eric tied naked in bed. All through that summer and into our senior
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year, Eric and I cemented a wonderful slave/mistress relationship. When a
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new male teacher, Ted, forty years old and single, joined the staff during
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second term, Eric and I read the signs in him. We got him together with
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Paula, and within two months they had their own special relationship underway.
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Now, four years later, Eric and I are man and wife, as are Ted and Paula, and
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no two happier mistresses ever had two finer slaves. I'm especially happy
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twice a week when Eric goes into his therapy pose. I am reminded all over
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again of how his accident led us to the bliss of bondage and discipline.
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Ms. E.M. Colorado Variations Feb/Mar 1980
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