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    I never wrote to one of these magazines before, but I have an interesting 
little story to tell your readers about.

    My husband, Todd, and I are very sexually active.  We enjoy a lot of 
different kinds of sex, but bondage plays a very heavy roll in our lives.  Let 
me tell you about our last bout, which happened last weekend.

    I jog every morning, usually before work.  On Saturday, I got up a little 
later than usual.  Todd was up too, and told me he had a surprise for me, but 
he would tell me after I got back from my morning run.

    I started my jog, heading down toward the park, where I usually go.  When I 
was on the trail, running near a line of trees, I heard something, like a call 
for help.  I stopped and listened to hear it again.  I went into the woods to 
see what it was.

    Out of no where, an arm wrapped around me and a hand clamped over my mouth. 
I tried to free myself, but couldn't. A voice told me not to fight. I recognize 
it as being my husbands, and relaxed.  He moved us further into the trees until 
we came to a tiny clearing.

    He turned me around and pulled my hands together.  I expected him to tie me 
up with rope, but instead, he pulled out these plastic ties.  These things are 
those plastic strips that you push the end through a loop, and it locks so you 
can't pull it back again.  He had several lengths of them.

    This was his surprise.  He looped one around me wrists and zipped it up.  
Another one went around my wrists the other was so the bands were crisscrossed. 
He made me open my mouth and shoved a pair of my panties into my mouth. He took 
the bandana from my hair and tied it around my head to hold the panties in.

    He made me back up to a tree and hold my hands over my head.  He looped 
another tie around a branch and ran it through my wrist bonds.  My hands were 
held over my head and strapped to the tree.  Another plastic strap went around 
my ankles, holding them together.  Now there was no way I could get away.

    We were playing a fantasy out, the kidnapper and his captive.  He began to 
talk to me, telling me he had been watching me jog every morning, teasing him 
with my tight shorts and bouncing breasts.  I squirmed in my bonds as he asked 
me if I liked his plastic handcuffs.  I did.

    He then began to run his hands all over my trussed body.  I moaned as he 
did, struggling and pretending to fight him.  In reality, I was getting hot and 
very excited.  He kept talking to be, telling me what he was going to do with 
me and how I would love it.

    He pulled up my shirt over my breasts.  He pulled out a small pocket knife 
and cut the straps off my bra.  He yanked it away, exposing my hard nipples to 
the morning air. He squeezed my tits and rolled my nipples between his fingers. 
It felt so good, I moaned into my gag.

    He then pushed his hand down into my shorts and played with my wet pussy.  
His fingers teased me as he continued to tell me what he was going to do.  He 
kept playing with me for a while.












    He then cut my hands down and freed my wrists.  Before I could move, he 
pulled my arms behind me and slipped the plastic bands around my wrists again, 
pulling them nice and tight.  With my wrists locked behind my back, he cut my 
ankles free and led me out of the woods.

    He had parked the car near the trees.  He popped the trunk open and made me 
get in.  Once in, he strapped my ankles together again, then stripped me knees 
together also.  He took two straps, hooked them together, then looped it around 
my chest, pinning my arms to my body.  Satisfied, he closed the trunk lid.

    It wasn't far to out house, but he drove us around for a while.  The trunk 
was dark and getting warm, and I was getting hot.  I was breaking out in a 
sweat. Before we got home, my body was covered in sweat.  He carried me into 
the house and deposited me on the floor.

    He cut off my remaining cloth so I was wiggling on the floor naked.  Again 
he played with my body, probing my cunt with his fingers.  He laughed at my 
moans and groans, which was a plead for him to make me come.  I was so horny, I 
think I was about to go nuts.

    He then rolled my onto my stomach and placed two pillows under my hips.  
With my ass high up in the air, he rammed his fingers into my wet tunnel.  I 
squirmed and groaned, but he wouldn't let me climax.

    At last, he parted my ass checks and licked my clit.  It only took a few 
strokes before I let out a loud moan and came really hard.  I squirmed around 
and groaned, Todd just pleased with himself.

    He then took me and set me on my knees.  I knew what was coming even before 
he opened his pants.  He pulled my gag down, pulled my soaked panties from my 
mouth and shoved his hard rod between my lips.  He started to pump me, sliding 
the beautiful cock in and out of my mouth.

    He held my head the whole time he face fucked me.  He was really taking 
advantage of me, making sure I couldn't pull off of him.  At last, he let out a 
soft moan, like always does before he comes, and slid his cock all the way in.  
He shot a wonderful load of come down my throat.  It tasted so good, I wanted 
to drink every drop.

    After he had finished fill my mouth, he pulled out and shoved my panties 
back into my mouth, pulling the bandana back between my lips.  He laid me on 
the floor again and let me squirm around some more.  He told me there was 
plenty more to do yet, and that I better save my strength.

    After a few minutes, he again propped me on the pillows and shoved our 
biggest vibrator into my cunt.  He turned it on low at first, but slowly turned 
it up as he fucked me with it.  Soon, it was sliding in and out of me, turned 
up full blast.  I moaned and groaned, squeezing the plastic thing with my cunt. 
I came twice within a half hour, almost screaming when I did.

    He then pulled the thing out and rammed his cock into my cunt in it's 
place.  He fucked me hard, slamming his hips into my ass hard.  His cock 
penetrated me deep, filling my pussy up.  I came again, right before he shot 
his wad of jism into me.












    After he pulled out, he carried me into the bedroom.  There, He cut off the 
plastic ties and laid me on my back.  He placed one of his plastic loops on 
each wrist and each ankle.  He then did the same to the bed posts, one at each 
corner of the bed.  He then took strapped and attached my straps to the ones on 
the bed, tying me spread eagle.  I could move around a little, but the plastic 
cuff held me down and wide open.

    Hew removed the bandana and removed my panties from my mouth.  Before I 
could talk, he placed a fresh knotted bandana between my lips and tied the ends 
behind my head.  With me bedded down and gagged, he left the room.

    I withered in my straps, waiting for his return.  The wait made me even 
hornier, making my pussy get nice and wet  I heard out clock ticking, driving 
me crazy.  I don't know how long it was before he returned.

    When he did, he was naked.  He climbed on top of me and pushed his cock 
into me.  At first, he slow fucked my, sliding the wonderful tool in and out of 
me.  But as the minutes went on, he moved faster and faster until he was 
fucking me good and hard.  I came again, moaned wildly as my restrained body 
thrashed under him.

    A few minutes later, he pumped my pussy full with his juices.  He let 
himself go soft before pulling out and leaving again.  Again I was alone, left 
tied to the bed, my mouth gagged, and his come dripping out of me.

    He did this three more time, throughout the day.  Each time, he fucked me, 
then left me.  I slept a little between his visits, but not much.  Each time he 
returned, I moaned when he slid his shaft in, and fucked with him as much as my 
secured body was allowed.

    By the time he screwed my for the last time and freed me, it was evening.  
I lost count of how many times I came.  And I was amazed at how many times he 
came too.  I found out later that between his visits, he was reading dirty 
magazines and books, getting himself work up.

    That night, I was sore, but a satisfied woman.  His plastic cuff worked 
well, holding me tight.  The next day, he strapped my wrists to my ankles and 
screwed me twice.  It was great, squirming under as he humped me.

    Well, from now on, when we go to hardware stores, while looking at the 
ropes and chain they sell, I plan on looking for these plastic ties, hoping to 
find nice long ones to be bound in.
























