19 February 2009
Sarah In Chains
A four star bondage story, plus several galleries of bondage videos.
Yeah, so last post I was apologising for the fact that you had to wait nearly two weeks for an update and said that they would be more frequent in future, then I make you wait over four months for the next post!!!!! Very, very, sorry. The reason was that I have been living away from home for the past few months. I knew I would have access to the Internet via a friend's computer while I was away so assumed that I could keep updating this site while away. However my friend knows nothing about my interest in bondage, and once there I began to worry about accidentally leaving something on his computer that would give the game away. He was not looking over my shoulder all the time, and I was using my portable USB hard drive, but you know how easy it is to make a mistake and save something to the wrong hard drive. Also I could not delete my history when I finished using the computer because I would be deleting my friend's history too, so all the sites that I visited would be stored there. Not that I expected him to snoop but, for example, if he was about to visit a James Bond site and began to type "http://www.bond" into the address bar, it would offer up a suggestion of "http://www.bondage-and-torture-blog.info", and he would know that I had visited this site. I did not want him to know, so for the last few months I have kept off all the "naughty" stuff. I am back home now, so will try to update about once a week, but no promises, I have a lot to catch up on, so at least for the near future you may have to wait more than a week between updates (but NOT several months).
Today I have added those free bondage videos I promised back in September. I have also added a piece from another bondage story by JW throat. The book it is from got a FOUR STAR reader's rating, so this extract was worth waiting for, and you know from this rating that it is worth following my link at the end of the extract, and reading the full book.
You will also notice (I hope) that I have started adding scans of the book cover after the extract. This is simply because the book has a nice bondage picture on it that I thought you might like to look at. From now on I'll do this with all the books that have good bondage pictures or good bondage photographs on the cover if I can. Copyright will prevent me from doing this occasionally, but I'll do it as often as possible.
Finally, no promises, but I'll try to add another update at the weekend.
Bondage Videos Gallery: Tobi tied up and tormented: Click Here To see the bondage films
Tickle Torture Videos Gallery: Sexy girls tickling each other: Click Here To see the tickle torture films
Lesbian Bondage Videos Gallery: Julie loves to be dominated: Click Here To see the lesbian bondage films
Tit Torture Videos Gallery: Twist those tits real good: Click Here To see the tit torture films
Cunt Torture Videos Gallery: Labia punishment for bad girl: Click Here To see the cunt torture films
And now read J.W. Throat's account of how Sarah found herself chained up in bondage:
This story is true, obviously all names etc. have been changed to protect the guilty. At the time these events occurred Sarah was 22 years old, bleached blond hair, thin waisted, and very attractive.
Friday night, and Sarah had been out drinking with some friends. They had left early (they were all married, but Sarah was still single) and Sarah continued drinking alone. About half an hour later Sarah spotted a group of women she used to go to school with. She had not seen them for years, but it was better than drinking alone, so she went over to join them.
Since she had left home Sarah had done very well for herself. Her friends, who I'll call Anne, Jane, Mary, and Rose had not. With their parent's money they had bought a house together and tried to set up their own business. It had not done well. They were making enough to live on, just. Occasionally they had a good week, like this week (which was what they were celebrating in the bar), but good weeks were few and far between. And anyway, a good week for them would be what most people called a bad week.
Sarah was by then more than a bit drunk, and throughout the evening got drunker. She spent most of the evening boasting about her achievements and deriding theirs. She cannot remember most of what she said, but what she can remember is bad enough. She can, for example, remember telling her friends that they were failures, an embarrassment to their parents, and it would have been better if they had died after leaving school.
Afterwards Sarah could not remember why she had been so mean to them. One of the women had been a lot cleverer than her at school, and she had been jealous, but nothing serious, and apart from the usual schoolgirl teasing she had no other problems with any of them.
When the bar closed The women suggested Sarah went back with them to their place, where they could continue drinking and talking. Sarah agreed, and back at their small home Sarah eventually drunk until she passed out on their couch.
When Sarah awoke she had a hangover, and I would guess was still a little drunk from the night before. Wherever it was it was dark and cold. She appeared to have slept on a stone floor. But she could not remember how she got there.
Sarah just lie on the stone floor for a while trying to stop her head from throbbing and remember what had happened the night before. She could remember going drinking with friends, remember meeting old school friends after her other friends had left, and remember going back to their place. But beyond that was a blur. She had no idea where she was or how she had got there. The floor felt like stone, and on several occasions she had passed out drunk in the street, so that could have happened again. It was too dark to see far, there was a wall just behind her, and empty darkness in all other directions. She could be inside or outside, but somehow it felt like inside. Looking up she could not see any stars, but it could have just been a very cloudy night. Struggling she thought she could see some kind of ceiling above herself, but she was not certain that her mind was not playing tricks on her.
You may think that the obvious thing would have been for Sarah to get up and look around, but her throbbing head made remaining lying on the cold stone floor the more preferable action. Also her sense of self preservation made her more inclined to lie there quietly until she remembered how she had got there. However it was not long before the pressure on her bladder made moving imperative, the need to urinate became greater than her need to keep her throbbing head still, or her desire to work out where she was before she moved. So she stood up.
Lying down she had been dimly aware that she was wearing a thick 'choker' necklace that did not remember putting on (or even remember owning), but she ignored this as a minor concern. Standing up it felt heavy, and there was something heavier attached to it. Looking down there was just enough light for her to see that it was a chain. Following the chain, partly by feel, partly by what little light there was, she discovered, to her horror, she was chained to the wall.
Fear hit her like a steam train. She was a prisoner. Fear also made her need to urinate worse, but she just sat on the floor with her back to the wall terrified.
About half an hour later a door opened high up in the opposite wall (it later turned out to be at the top of a flight of stairs). Sarah saw someone silhouetted against the light, with several people behind her. Then a light came on above Sarah. It did not fully illuminate the room, just spotlit Sarah, but it was enough for her to see that she was chained up in a cellar. She became even more scared, but the pressure on her bladder was her worst concern, so she overcame her fear enough to say "Please, I need to go to the toilet."
One of the people in the doorway briefly disappeared, then returned and threw a plastic bucket at Sarah. No one spoke to her, but it was obvious what they meant. It was not possible for Sarah to get out of the light, the chain was too short, so she had to drop her jeans and knickers and urinate in the bucket while they watched.
Then they closed the door and left her alone for another hour.
An hour later the door reopened and four people came down the stairs and sat down near the wall, still in shadows. Sarah could not see who they were, and they said nothing. They just sat and stared at her for ages. Sarah cannot remember ever being so scared.
And then, at last, one of them spoke.
"Scared bitch?" Was all they said. But it was a woman's voice, and it sounded familiar. Then the woman who had spoken stood up and stepped forward into the light......
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