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Mark and Natalie are obsessed with the experiences Mistress Olive provides. Olive Brown oversees a bevy of girls known as the Hollywood Girls Sorority. Drawn by his devotion to Olive, Mark joins the sorority as her boy-toy. However, when Mark is introduced to Natalie, things go in a different direction. The two lost souls find what they are looking for in each other.
D/s bondage tale with F/m, F/f, and M/f
Mark’s adventure into the world of female dominance began with an accident. As a college freshman, he was attending the fraternity and sorority parties of Rush Week. He wasn’t interested in joining a fraternity, but he really liked the parties. No one checked IDs and they had kegs and kegs of free beer.
Too much beer.
He did not think he had been falling down drunk, but he did fall down. However, it had more to do with the fact he had tripped himself by stepping on his own untied shoelace. Nonetheless, he was at a kegger, he was drunk, and he fell down.
Once he was on the floor, his goal was to quickly regain as much dignity as possible. He wasn’t so drunk as to not know what he was doing. He rolled over onto his back with the intention of sitting up, but when he opened his eyes, the sight froze him.
And this was where the trouble began.
He was staring straight up between the legs of a very shapely woman. She was wearing a short skirt and black pantyhose. The hose were the sheer to the waist variety. Of greatest significance, she was not wearing panties under the hose.
Natalie Treat sipped the last swallow of her morning coffee. She reached for the pot to pour another cup, and then thought better of it. The last thing she needed today was a spontaneously full bladder. She put the cup in the dishwasher and cleaned the kitchen. She surveyed her collection of sex toys arranged on the kitchen table. Satisfied there was something for every erogenous zone, she affixed the bondage straps to the overhead molding.
She checked the time: 9:30 a.m.
The span between the kitchen and the living room in her apartment was framed like an oversized door. There was the overhead molding befitting a double wide door, but there was no door. Sometime back, she had purchased a baby’s jumping seat. This included two clamps, which could be temporarily fastened to the overhead molding of a doorframe, and four straps, two for each clamp, to support the four corners of the bouncing seat. Natalie had cut loose the seat; she only wanted the clamps and straps.
Natalie enjoyed bondage. The sensation of helplessness was her quickest path to an orgasm. In the beginning, she had practiced self-bondage and masturbation. She would insert a vibrator in her cunny, bind her knees together to trap it inside, and wrap the straps around her wrists. This way, she was standing in the doorframe with her legs bound together and her arms stretched high and wide. She was in a self-imposed giant Y position, pretending she was a spy being questioned by a Nazi guard. She would strain at her bondage as the imaginary guard whipped her. She would writhe back and forth as he probed her orifices. She would have a mind-blowing orgasm.
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