PREFACE
My dear reader,
I hope that you are enjoying my story of a young couple and their bondage journey together. I will assume that you are, since you've gotten this far in the series. As you will soon read, our young couple will be venturing into more extreme bondage situations. I have been concerned about "going there", so I wanted to say a few things about this before proceeding. Please indulge me.
The first thing I ask is to remember that this is a work of fiction. If you've ever practiced extreme bondage, you will know that these situations require care in setting up and execution, and they have the potential to be dangerous. Some of the extreme bondage situations that I have seen depicted in images or read about might even be impossible to carry out in real life, or they have the potential to put someone at extreme risk. This is why, for the most part, extreme bondage scenarios work much better in fiction than they do in reality. Just because you are reading something that sounds like fun does not mean that you should "try it at home". Of course, it goes without saying that you should never hurt anyone, yourself included, or force a situation on an unwilling partner. This is not to say that one should avoid going hardcore, but please do be careful about it if you do.
In this series, Cassie and her boyfriend have basically hit the lottery by finding each other - two young, regular but attractive people who really care for each other and also happen to enjoy extreme bondage. In reality, though, that is very hard to pull off, as I'm sure many of you know. Many of us bondage fans do not have someone who shares our enthusiasm, and that's ok. It's pretty normal, actually. So, please don't feel badly if you don't have the kind of idyllic bondage relationship that I have crafted in my story. Few of us do, and again, that's ok. There's more to life, and this kind of fun and exciting fantasy is just a part of it.
So, I hope that my writing is enjoyable for you and helps take you places where our regular day-to-day lives don't normally go. I have several ideas about how I will continue the story of Cassie and her boyfriend. So, if you have any comments, please be kind, and if there are aspects of the story that you particularly enjoy, please let me know. The encouragement will be helpful to me and it will influence my future writing.
Warmest regards,
LTRX
I HEARD A RUMOR - PART 3
I spent the night in and out of consciousness. The enjoyment and excitement of feeling firmly encased in the mummy bag worked against my ability to get any kind of real, deep sleep. I must have passed out at some point, though, because I awoke, startled by my initial realization that I couldn't see anything or move at all. I quickly remembered my situation, though, and then I just laid there enjoying my predicament. As the minutes ticked away, though, I was starting to wonder what was going on.
I had no idea what time it was. Was it the middle of the night? Was it morning? When would Cassie release me? Had something happened? What if something happened to Cassie? Who would help her? What would happen to me? There was no way I could escape. My mind raced. It was both exciting and terrifying at the same time.
Eventually, fear overcame any feeling of excitement, and I started to tug, pull and lean, futilely trying to release myself. Nothing would budge, though. It was at that point I realized that Cassie was really good at bondage. I continued tugging and pulling. If I could only know what time it was - but I couldn't see or hear anything - so I kept on trying to escape. I tried calling out. I was wearing an open-mouthed gag, so it was easy to breathe, yell or otherwise make sounds.
I jumped as I felt a hand gently pushing my head down onto the pillow. Cassie had been there with me in the room the whole time! My yelling must have woken her. I was relieved. I felt fingers at the back of my head, fumbling to remove the gag, earplugs and blindfold off me. There was Cassie, smiling.
"That was fun!" she exclaimed, as she began to loosen and remove me from the mummy bag.
I looked over to a clock on the end table. It was about 8 a.m.
"I could tell you were getting worried. It was fun watching as you got nervous and tried to escape. But always remember, if I tie you up, you're never going to escape!"
Her words aroused me, which in turn made me conscious of the nub lock I was still wearing, as it pressed down on me.
"I want you to go freshen up in the bathroom. Have a glass of water, too. When you're finished in there, put the blindfold on and call to me. We're going to have a little fun before breakfast," she instructed.
I complied, calling to her as I slipped on a tight little latex blindfold she had left for me in the bathroom.
She opened the door and led me forward. Standing in front of me, she adjusted the blindfold by gently pushing down a little onto each eye socket, forcing the air out and creating a suction effect that held the blindfold down. Ingenious! I'm sure it looked cool, and it prevented any light from coming it, making it pitch black for me. She then caressed my face and kissed me.
"You look so hot. This is going to be fun!"
She then led me on a short walk. After a bit, she stopped me, and I heard her open what sounded like a heavy door.
"You're going to take two steps down. Don't worry. I will guide you."
As I stepped down, I could tell by the "feel" of the room - the coolness, the concrete floor, and the smell - that I was in the garage.
"Are we going somewhere?" I asked.
"Who said you were allowed to talk?" Cassie admonished.
I then kept silent.
"This is going to take a little time for me to set up", she said, as I heard the sound of her rummaging through what I assumed was her "bag of tricks".
Then I heard the sound of buckles.
"Stand up straight so I can strap this on you", she instructed. I felt some sort of leather belt being strapped around my waist. It was substantial. She tightly buckled it in front. More straps were attached over each shoulder, and around the upper part of each of my legs. When finished, she tugged from the back to make sure everything was tight.
"Oh, that looks good. Now for your arms."
She crossed my arms behind my back so that my forearms were parallel to each other, then tied them together at the wrists. I felt her loop the ropes over my shoulders and around my upper torso, cinching everything just below each armpit. I heard the sound of tape being pulled from its roll, as she then taped the fingers of each hand very completely. As usual, there would be no way for me to escape this.
"OK. Now it's going to get interesting. Just bear with me," she said, in a happy sounding way.
As she positioned me, I wondered what could be more interesting. She gently led me backwards. I could feel the coldness of a heavy chain directly behind me. She stopped me, and started to fumble with the harness. I realized that she was connecting the center point of the harness, located about the lower middle of my back, to the chain suspended from the ceiling of the garage.
"OK. Now, we're going to lift your legs off the ground! Lean forward slowly so that the chain holds you up."
I slowly leaned forward and I could feel the harness starting to hold my weight. She gently pushed me further forward and lifted each leg off the ground so that I was now dangling from the chain. She pulled each leg far back and fastened them like a hogtie, but she crossed my legs at the the ankles and tightly tied them, so that my legs would be spread apart, leaving my rear end exposed and vulnerable. I dangled there in a horizontal position.
"Are you ok?" she asked.
Between my arms and legs being tied tightly and the weight of my body on the harness, everything felt pressured, but there was no pain and my circulation seems ok.
"Yes, I'm ok, I think", I replied.
