House Of BDSM

House Of BDSM

by Marie Shore
     
 

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Carnal impulses took hold on Abby as she continued to almost caress the cross as thoughts and ideas muted her mind from what she should have been thinking. Something was registering in the back of her mind but it was getting drowned out by her desires. She blinded herself from realizing the cross in the middle of a… See more details below

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Carnal impulses took hold on Abby as she continued to almost caress the cross as thoughts and ideas muted her mind from what she should have been thinking. Something was registering in the back of her mind but it was getting drowned out by her desires. She blinded herself from realizing the cross in the middle of a house falling into ruin and dust was polished; its leather straps shining a dark black and its silver buckles flawless. But this did not occur to Abby as she was so lost in her building excitement. She walked around, faced it, reached up, touched the upper arms whilst parting her legs as far as her dress would allow, smiled to herself and thought why not. She turned around and carefully placed her booted ankles, one at a time into the open ankle straps. She was just able to do so, the rubber of her dress stretching tight across her belly and crotch, her mound standing clearly out. She slowly leant back against the hard wood of the cross and extended each arm up, to place her wrists into the open cuffs. She closed her eyes as a wide perverted grin overtook her face as she imagined herself strapped here spread eagled gazing out into the dark gloomy forest. Trapped, ready to be whipped, to be tortured though the long night. Her left hand came down now to touch her sex though the rubber. She rubbed her hand across it with ever greater speed and pressure. Her smile spread to a open mouthed grin as she lightly masturbated herself while laying against the cross. She opened her eyes as another flash of lighting illuminated the dark wood and the room. Back her hand went to the open strap and she stretched, going up onto her tip toes reaching up and out to the ceiling with her fingers as she imagined herself being racked on the cross. Her breasts and sex were fighting and stretching the two layers of rubber on her body. She laughed openly now. Her pelvis thrusting back and forward. Her eyes closed again as she pictured a crowd of people stood around the cross taking turns to whip her.

Out the hallway there came a creak, like a footfall on a lose floorboard. Abby opened her eyes with a start, her head coming forward. She pulled her arms forward but they did not move. With another start Abby’s head shot upwards to look at her right wrist. It was securely strapped to the cross. Likewise her left wrist and both her ankles were strapped in place. Abby screamed in sudden shock and fear yanking at straps to no avail. “Oh my god! Oh my god!” she shouted out loud, tugging and twisting on the cross. Her breath came in rapid gasps. She was starting to hyperventilate. Her mind spun. How had this happened? How could the straps have fastened? And now that they were, how could she get free? A moment ago she was fantasizing about being strapped here helplessly but now it was a reality. She knew she had to calm down and think. She recalled a number of self bondage adventures that had gone wrong and then, like now, she first panicked. But she knew she had to relax and be still, only then could she think clearly and find her way to freedom even if her back up escape mechanisms failed. But this was different; this was no self-bondage adventure of her own devising. She had become inexplicably bound on bondage cross in an old ruined mansion in the middle of nowhere.

There was another creak outside in the hall and Abby lost all control. She freaked, thrashing in her straps. She shrieked in panic, in short staccato screams, between snatched gasps of air. Soon her screams died away and her lay back against the cross breathing fast and hard. Her chest heaving under its rubbers. A number of minutes past. There were no more sounds from out in the hall. Lighting and deep rolling thunder continued outside. Heavy driving rain now assaulted the house. Slowly Abby regained control. She was still breathing heavily, still strapped tightly on the cross and starting to ache. The straps must have become fastened when she reached up on stood on her toes, perfectly aligning her wrists and ankles with the four straps. But now she was held that way. Up on her toes with her calves starting to burn and the leather wrist straps digging into her wrists. Abby closed her eyes again and took slow deep breaths in though her nose and out through her mouth. There had to be a logical reason this had happened. Perhaps there was some sort of pressure pads behind the straps that caused them to fasten. Perhaps the owner was also a practitioner of self-bondage, strapping himself or herself to the cross and helplessly looking out or having others look in. In that case there would have to be a way out. Was it on a timer? Would the straps reopen after a few hours? All these thoughts tumbled though Abby’s mind as she tried to apply reason to her predicament. In a flash of lightning she saw her reflection in the window. She looked spectacular; her black rubber form...

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Product Details

ISBN-13:
2940013447264
Publisher:
Marie Shore
Publication date:
11/16/2011
Sold by:
Barnes & Noble
Format:
NOOK Book
Sales rank:
460,422
File size:
0 MB

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