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Gromet's Plaza Bound Stories. She really and honestly enjoyed our games with a passion akin to with a new toy.

What made it all the better was her willingness, indeed enthusiasm, to experiment and try out new ideas, fantasies and scenarios. Over time I had learnt an awful lot from my self-bondage experiences and that seemed the area that interested Jo the most.

Over the weeks following her introductions to self-bondage, I had taught Jo many different restraint methods and release mechanisms.

We had also played out various 'discovery' scenarios, her current favourite being to get to my place before I got back from work and leave me a 'surprise' upstairs. I certainly found a naked, horny female, all self-bound and 'available' was a very nice way to wind down after a hard day at work!!

Jo always called me at work prior to binding herself but she enjoyed the thrill of the 'find' so much that one day I came bound to find her panties at the bottom of the stairs. A quick check found Jo naked, O-ring gagged and hog-tied on my bed. Never one to say no, I accepted the offer of a blow-job - shot my load into her mouth then changed out of my clothes, showered and returned soon after for 'seconds' by way of her welcoming story. As well as thanking her for the 'present' I gave her a bit of a lecture about not having a "safety", in that I may not have come self home, or worse.

I know we've all done it, but that doesn't make it any safer, and I explained she was too precious to get hurt if something went wrong. I therefore informed Jo that a suitable punishment was in order. I replaced her ring-gag with a bound ballgag, added a padded leather blindfold and made her much less comfortable by binding her elbows together with a long leather strap. Then rolling her onto her side, towards me, I eased her protests by fingering her to orgasm. As Jo self in her bonds, riding out her orgasm, I thought it only fair to keep her fully satisfied by quickly getting the vibrator from the bedside cabinet and placing it against her clitoris.

On full power, it certainly had the desired effect, bringing Jo almost instantly to another climax - then another, - then another Soon poor Jo was snorting and panting round her ballgag, drool was running down her chin and her whole body was glistening with sweat. Unable to stop me or to move away, Jo was mmmphing, story and begging me to stop. No way - this was punishment remember.

Holding Jo's top shoulder with one hand, I used the vibrator to alternately stimulate her clitoris for a while then to fuck her pussy. As Jo crashed to yet another climax, her final humiliation occurred - unable to stop herself, her bladder emptied as she pissed herself. The towel from my shower at hand, I held it between her thighs to soak up the mess. As Jo recovered I removed her blindfold to see her eyes. She looked so beautiful. Holding her, I undid her ballgag and kissed her deeply.

As we both relaxed, I undid her elbow and ankle bonds, then her handcuffs, so she could stretch out.

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Now it was Jo's turn for a shower, and another entertaining evening came pleasantly to an end. Jo would always phone me before she started but I would only confirm I would definitely be back soon, but not give her a time. One particularly enjoyable scene we had soon after this went as follows. It was mid-week and just after lunch I got call at work from Jo saying she was off work today and tomorrow and was out shopping.

She told me she'd bought me a present and that it would be wrapped up and waiting for me when I got home. I confirmed I'd be home after work and Jo ended the call.

I knew by what she'd said that Jo would be doing some form of self-bondage for me to find her in when I got home. What I now wanted to arrange was a surprise for her too!! I told my boss I had a family emergency and needed the rest of the day off, which as we weren't too busy was never going to be a problem. I quickly re-scheduled my afternoon appointments then headed straight home.

I arrived at my house just after 3pm, a good three hours before Joanne expected me. Fortunately her car was nowhere to be seen so I quickly let myself in and confirmed that she hadn't yet arrived. I made myself a flask of coffee, grabbed some biscuits and fruit along with a book from my bookcase and headed upstairs. I took the step-ladder out of the walk in closet in the second bedroom and set it up on the landing underneath the loft hatch. I then took my flask, food, book and my sleeping-bag up into the loft, attic - my new 'home' for the next few hours. About 4pm I heard what sounded like the front door being opened then closed.

I made sure I was comfortable, kept still and listened. Over the next hour I could Jo, I assumedmoving about downstairs then coming upstairs to the bedroom directly underneath my position. I was quite surprised how much I could hear below in the bedroom.

As well as the general noise of her moving around I could occasionally hear the metallic clink of either a chain or buckle rattling and I heard distinct sound of handcuffs ratchets closing clearly. By now it was just past five o'clock and I knew Jo would probably be ready by now, assuming I'd be home by 5. Just to make sure I waited until just after 5.

Jo had thoughtfully left the bedroom door open, so keeping low to the floor I carefully looked into the bedroom. Initially all I could see was ropes running from the bed corners up onto the bed where Jo was obviously laying with her legs spread-eagled.

Crawling into the room and to the foot of the bed I slowly lifted my head up so I could see onto the bed. The first view I was greeted with was of Joanne's legs, clad in black stockings and high heeled black leather sandals on her feet, with leather ankle cuffs holding them spread wide.

Then right in the centre of my view her naked pussy, wet and just waiting to be fucked Jo was also wearing what appeared to be a white shirt, but what I really wanted to see, and was not disappointed with, was a ballgag and blindfold in place. She had my harness ballgag buckled tightly into her mouth.

The straps running up vertically from the red ballgag either side of her nose and meeting in the centre of her forehead served to hold the padded leather blindfold even tighter in place. Her wrists were locked into leather wrist cuffs, ed and held securely above her head by a chain padlocked to their 'D'-rings and then attached to one of the horizontal bars making up the headboard.

Joanne had certainly done a good job of tying herself to my bed and an even better one of making me want to fuck her right there and then!!!

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I calmed myself down and looked for where she had placed the padlock keys so she could release herself. There was no ice on a string or thread around a lit candle, so they had to be somewhere in reach. Looking carefully and quietly, I noticed a thin piece of twine running from the chain story her wrist-cuffs up alongside it and trailing over the top of the bed. Looking underneath the bed I could see a key-ring and keys dangling from it, just off the floor. I got a spare length of rope and a pair of nipple clamps from my open store box.

The clamps were of the type that had an arched spring closing them and by squeezing the middle of each clamp you opened the ''jaws'. A chain connected them both. I tied the rope around one end of the chain, up by one of the clamps and bound quietly lay down next to my bed.

Reaching self I carefully fixed the nipple clamp to the key-ring holding Jo's padlock keys.

The trailing rope I tied off around the bed leg leaving about 6" of slack - just enough for Jo to find frustrating rather than useful! Now for the next part of the plan. Chapter Two I went to spare bedroom and retrieved my camcorder and tripod from the closet. I ran a power lead from the bedroom across the landing and set up the tripod just inside the door, out of the way and raised high enough to get a good view of the bed from the bottom right corner. The scene was set - 'action'. This was going to be truly magnificent home video.

I knew it, but Joanne had no idea whatsoever! Leaving the bedroom door open, I quietly made my way downstairs and into the lounge where I closed the door behind me.

By now Jo would be wondering when I'd be home. Using my cell-phone I dialled my home. The telephone in the hall sprang into life and after four rings the answer-phone kicked in. I then listened to myself telling me I wasn't in! Knowing that by now Jo would be listening intently, I said "Jo, pick up if you can, it's important".