Bondage Vacation Weekend in Mexico Part 1
©Felix Dartmouth, 2002
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The lawyer smiled and laid aside the set of papers. “It’s an interesting document,” he said. “Of course, the subject matter is illegal, so it is not a truly binding contract. It may, however, serve to clarify a personal arrangement between the two of you.”
The young lady spoke up. “My question to you is, can this contract be administered by you?”
“I don’t see why not,” said the lawyer, looking over the document. “I would recommend putting the maximum funds to be paid in escrow with me, and then after the proposed weekend, I can disburse them according to your sworn affidavits.
“Let me understand. You two are going to a Mexican resort, and you have made a wager that the young lady cannot be kept in physical restraints, that is, in bondage for the duration of the entire weekend.
“There is a sum named, $12,000.00 I believe, and this sum
decreases markedly as the lady passes time that is not in bondage. The obvious question arises: How am I to judge, not being down there, what the actual time in bondage is?
“I recommend an hourly log book. This can be verified and
signed by both parties, at regular intervals, say three times during the day. I will accept this as a basis by which to render proper compensation.
“I must admit that this is an interesting arrangement, and
as long as you both consent to the matter, which you obviously are, then I see no reason why this can’t be properly administered. But, I must warn you, that if either of you wants out of the contract, there is not a whole lot of legal remedy that you have, in fact there is none, and you, Peter, may have a bit of explaining to do if Candy here causes a scene while bound in a public place.
“But you both seem sincere in making good faith efforts at
fulfilling the contract. Now to get into a few specifics, the bondage period is to begin at 4:00 on Friday afternoon, that is, this afternoon. Candy, you get only thirty minutes free to still collect the full $12,000.00. From thirty minutes to an hour and a half free, then you collect $8,000.00. From an hour and a half to three hours free, you collect $4,000.00, and for three to six hours free, you collect $2,000.00. For over six hours free, there will be no payment. Now, we only have a few minutes before four, so if you will both execute the contract.”
He placed the document before them. Candy reached forward
and signed without hesitation. She was a determined, pretty young woman wearing an attractive white blouse that modestly came up to a mandarin collar. Her full figure but slim waist was made obvious by the hourglass shape of the blouse. Her sleeves were full and slightly more sheer than the material of the blouse, and there were four buttons on each cuff, which were trimmed with lace. Her
brown hair was in a ponytail, with a large bow in the back, which gave her a girlish look, but her eyes showed that she was no young girl, but a young woman who knew just what she was getting into, and ready to leap in head first.
Her slim dark skirt came below her knees, and she wore dark
hose and black high heels that strapped onto her ankles. She was leaning forward in her chair, slightly nervous, but excited about the prospect of the weekend, and the game she and her new friend were soon to play.
The man signed. He had a smile on his lips, as though he knew something that she did not, but really he half wondered if she were getting the better part of the deal. It really did not matter, however, money was really no object to him.
Psychological domination was. And she was just the type of
person that he was interested in dominating. They met at church where she had come for the first time about two months before. He introduced himself, and she seemed a bit cold at first, but the next week, she reacted like she was genuinely glad to talk to him. He asked her to lunch, and it passed pleasantly. He made the next move and asked her to dinner.
She was a chemical engineer with a major oil company. He was surprised to find this out, although the way she dressed and spoke made clear that she was successful even at her young age. He had been a widower for five years and was childless.
Toward the end of the dinner, he sat back and looked at her. She, knowing that he was about to make a proposition, and feeling that it would be an interesting one, sat, listening.
“I usually don’t make a proposal like this to anyone, but I think that you might find it worth considering. I don’t want you to take
offense, and if you reject it out of hand I would like you to promise me beforehand that you will not disclose my offer to anyone. Can you promise me that?”
She smiled but she folded her arms. “You make it sound so
ominous! But, it never hurts to listen. Go ahead, I promise.”
“OK, here is what I have in mind. I have a penchant for bondage. I propose that you and I spend a weekend together, say in Mexico. I
will respect all your wishes regarding your person, but you will be bound for the vast majority of the trip. I am also offering to pay you.” Seeing that she was getting steamed, he quickly said, “Now, I am not offering to pay you for sex, indeed, we will have no sex unless you demand it.
“You may check me out in any way, but I assure you that my offer is bona fide. The sum that I am offering is substantial, that is,
She unfolded her arms and was for a moment silent. “Interesting,” she said. “I don’t mind admitting that the money is not a small consideration with me. How are you proposing that I be bound? Will I be tied up?”
“Among other things,” he replied. “The tricky part will be the times that we have to be in public. I am not planning on keeping you trussed up in a hogtie all weekend in a hotel room, of course. We need to get out and have fun!”
“You really didn’t answer my question,” she said.
“I’m sorry,” he replied. “If you’d like, we could get together, and you could try out a few representative positions. That would give you an idea.”
“No, that’s not necessary. I accept your proposal,” she said confidently.
“I must say that I am a bit surprised at your lack of hesitation, but I’m glad that you decided in favor of the idea. How is this weekend for you?”
“This weekend is just fine. What do you think that I should wear?”
“Whatever you have. Look your best though, because I have
a rather exclusive hotel in mind. Bring a formal, of course a swimsuit, an attractive dress for the plane, and of course nightwear.”
“I have this white lace nightgown that is long-sleeved and comes down just to here,” she said. Standing, she turned her attractive
derriere to him and with her hands indicated about three inches below it. She knew that he was hooked. The twelve grand was as good as hers.
“Sounds great. I think that it might be a good idea to have a meeting with my lawyer just to make sure that there is no misunderstanding. I will deposit the funds with him and he will suggest the best way to do the deal. It would not hurt to have a written agreement. Does
that sound like a good idea to you?”
She would have liked to have her own lawyer, a former boyfriend, looking at the arrangement, but she knew that this would overly
complicate the matter. She was sure that he would disapprove. “Yes, let’s do it!”
“I’ll call you with the appointment time,” said Peter.
The pair finished the rest of their dinner with small talk, but Candy’s heart was in her throat with the prospect of the bondage and the
money. She fantasized his taking out a rope right there and tying her wrists tightly behind her and leading her out of the restaurant in bonds. He would not do that, though. He had not contracted for it.
“Well,” said the attorney. “If there is no further discussion, I will leave it to the both of you to fulfill your mutual parts of the contract.” He rose.
Candy rose, and looked over expectantly at Peter. “It’s almost four o’clock,” she said. “I don’t want to start off behind in time.”
“I didn’t bring my handcuffs,” he said. “We’ll have to wait until we get back to my office where I have my things.”
The attorney spoke up. “If I may point out, you have clearly agreed for the starting time to be at four o’clock. We may have
something in the office that you can use.” He picked up his phone. “Miss Jones,” he said to his secretary, “Do you still have the cord from that parcel that arrived this morning? Good.”
In a moment the secretary arrived with several lengths of thin tough hemp cord. “What do you need this for?” she asked.
The attorney smiled and took the cords. “Thank you, Miss Jones,” he said, ignoring her question. She did not seem miffed, and she turned and left the room.
The attorney handed the cords to Peter. He examined them.
There seemed to be about four different lengths, the longest of which was over a foot long.
“I think that we can work with these. If I just tie them together,” his voice trailed off as he worked square knots into the cords. The cord was so thin that once a knot was tied, it could not be untied, but rather had to be cut off. He fashioned a length about four feet in length comprised of various lengths knotted together. Candy watched him intently fashion the tool of her bondage.
OK,” said Peter, “wrists behind you.”
Candy stood, with her left hand pushed her hair back, looked at both her hands, and kissed them with a smile. “Goodbye hands,” she
said. Mentally she said, “Hello twelve thousand dollars.”
Placing her wrists behind her, she took several steps and positioned herself with her back facing Peter so that he could work his pleasure
with her. She was facing the attorney, who was obviously enjoying watching the preliminary results of his contract handiwork. She smiled at him.
Her smile, however, broke for a moment into a grimace as
Peter, after he had placed her wrists in a criss-crossed position behind her back at the small of her spine, pulled up the lacy sleeves of her white blouse so that his cords would bite only into flesh, and drew the bonds only once about her wrists and tied a tight knot. Then, Candy felt additional windings encircle around and cinch between her wrists, with knots interspaced between each
After the first knot, she knew that to free herself would be impossible, but as the additional windings were accomplished, freedom seemed ever and ever more a remote dream.
The final knot tied, Peter, released her from his ministrations, and put on his coat. “Can’t you put the coat over my shoulders,” asked Candy, “until we get out of the building?”
“Now,” said Peter. “You’ll have to remember that this is only the beginning. You might as well get used to being bound in public. But,
since this is a lawyer’s office, I guess we can accommodate you in this case.”
As he took off his jacket, Candy experimented with her bindings. Unable to change the angle of her wrists, she was only able to raise
them up and down. She had been expertly bound, the constrictions just cutting into her skin, so that to move too much was painful, but holding still she would not suffer a decrease in circulation in her hands.
The sleeves of her feminine blouse fell just over her bonds, so that only a few cords were visible on her wrists. If the pair had been nonchalant, they probably could have negotiated the halls of the business office without undue attention, but the coat was taken over her shoulders, and it appeared nothing more than that she was cold, and that she was holding her hands behind her back. Unable to use her hands, she shook her ponytail and it came out and fell down the back of the jacket.
“Best of luck,” said the attorney. “We will inspect the log when you return, and then the funds will be disbursed as directed. I do have to say, Candy, that if the log book is not in order, with the full time in bondage spent, I will simply return the funds to Peter.”
“I understand that,” said Candy somewhat icily. Beneath her coat, she tested the tight cords drawn and knotted about her wrists, and
found them intractable.
As they left the office, Candy felt that she was under keen scrutiny of the secretary, Miss Jones, who seemed to notice the somewhat awkward configuration of her wrists underneath the concealing jacket. Being discreet, as should be an attorney’s secretary, she looked back down at her work.
Back at Pete’s house, in a bit of a rush to make a 7:30 flight, Candy was shocked at what she saw. Her bags had already been packed,
and were out in his car, but they went to pick up his. Her wrists still were in their bindings, and she had been lead into his home with her bondage immodestly uncovered by Pete’s jacket.
She stood there with her wrists in their careful propped position so that she would loose no circulation, and viewed an entire suitcase
full of ropes, chains, handcuffs, rubber balls, tape, leather straps, and other items that she could not fathom the use of.
“My God,” she exclaimed, “where did you get all this stuff?”
“Accumulated over the years, my dear. You should be grateful, because most of these accouterments are considerably more comfortable than those crude cords that you now wear. Of course, if you’d like to pass the flight bound as you are . . .”
“What’s my alternative? How many minutes do I have free?” she asked.
“You remember, thirty. That will allow you fifteen minutes to pass though airport security checkpoints, and the like. Of course any more freedom and your payment goes down. Do you want to be free to go through the checkpoint at the airport.”
“No,” said Candy. “I’d rather save my thirty minutes until a more opportune moment. I will be bound at your pleasure, as we agreed.”
Pete took out a pocketknife. “Good, let’s get these little devils off you.”
There was a sharp pain, and then relief as the cords were cut, and removed from her wrists. She took her wrists in front of her and
“Put your hands on top of your head!” commanded Peter. “Otherwise, this will count as freedom time.”
Wide eyed, Candy did so. She knew that this would not be easy, but he seemed to be carrying things a bit too far. She said nothing. Her
breasts rose and fell as her breathing was quickened.
Pete produced two plastic strips, about a quarter of an inch wide. Candy recognized them as the type of device that was used to secure electric cords together. “One for each wrist,” said Pete. “These can be easily and discreetly joined, but can’t be picked up by a metal detector.”
They were circled and ratcheted about her wrists next to her skin, drawn firmly closed, but a little slack was left so that ropes or leather straps could be placed between them and her wrists, and then the ends were cut off with small sharp diagonal pliers. Pete had allowed her to remove one wrist at a time from over
her head, and Candy saw that it was only with some effort that the pliers cut thought the thick poly material that was about each of her wrists.
“So you are going to join these together for the trip on the plane?” asked Candy.
To answer her question, Peter produced a pair of handcuffs. The warm metal clasped about one wrist between her polyethylene
binding and her hand bone. Her wrists were drawn behind her, and locked together. She was pleased to see that the handcuffs provided her considerably more freedom than did the thin cords that she had just been relieved of. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be handcuffed,” she said. “I always felt so sorry for those women that you see in drug raids on the television news, who have been handcuffed and are being lead before the whole audience to the
police car and then to jail. They always looked so humiliated with them on.”
“So you’ve never been arrested before?” asked Pete, with a smile.
“Heavens, no!” exclaimed Candy, with a tug on her ‘cuffs.
“Well, I hope you know that most people who see you will assume that you are under arrest.”
“I had thought about that, and I guess that’s just the price of what I am doing. What is that strap for?”
The strap went around her elbows twice, and was pulled tightly, coaxing her arms to join. “This is to make sure that you keep good
posture on the way out to the airport. It does wonders for your figure, and your elbows touch so easily!”
“The straps sure do feel funny,” she said. Actually, the pulling of the straps sent a fiery feeling through her breasts, belly and down
to her sex, but she did not want to tell Pete that. He probably knew already, but she did not want him to think that it was getting to her.
“Have you ever been gagged? asked Peter, in a conversational tone.
“No, can’t say that I have,” replied Candy, trying to adjust her shoulders in her harness.
“Open your mouth, real wide,” asked Peter. He stood close, and examined the size of the orifice. “Good,” he said clinically. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a bright yellow ball with a thick leather strap running though it. Candy stood silent, knowing its purpose. Her heart pounded beneath her breasts.
“I’ll have to ungag you to go through the airport terminal, but you might as well get used to this early, as you’ll be spending a lot of
time gagged this weekend.”
End of Part 1 – Vacation Weekend in Mexico
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