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    The story of my introduction to bondage and male submission is rather
unusual and I think it will interest all of those who take delight in the two.
    Eric moved to my town at the start of his junior year in collage, after
his mom got a good job.  He was a fine athlete, good student, and had a nice
personality.  Everyone like him, especially me.  But he had a hang up about
his height: he was five feet eight inches.  I was five feet eight inches too,
with a 32B-21-33 figure, high breasts and pretty good legs.  I told him I
liked him, particularly his muscular body, but he felt that guys should go
with girls shorter than themselves.
    I really liked his mom.  Paula was a pretty widow of thirty eight who
always made me feel welcome.  We lived a block from their small house, my
folks were in the last stages of a rotten marriage and didn't really care
where I was or what I did.  Paula and I thought alike, and I could talk to her.
    A week before spring break, Eric was in a car accident.  He sustained
cuts, bad bruises, and wrenched both shoulders.  The fourth day after his
accident, I found Paula working with her son in their little game room off
the kitchen.  Eric would need physical therapy at home, she explained, while
I helped her put a pulley in the ceiling near the wall.  Next we ran a 2 x 4
out from the wall that had a cross piece with an eye screw in it.  I was
puzzled, but she said I'd understand if I watched the therapy Eric underwent
at the hospital.  I had offered to sit with Eric after he got home, and Paula
said I could help with his therapy as well if I was of a mind to.
    The next day I visited the hospital therapy room.  Eric was in a cubicle,
standing on a wooden platform, his ankles strapped to an eye screw.  He said,
"Welcome to the torture chamber."  The therapist explained that Eric had
passed up an easier treatment for a faster but rougher one.  Eric's hands
were strapped together behind him with a rope, which was pulled through a
pulley attached to his hands.  This made him stand very erect, but bent him
nearly ninety degrees from the waist with his arms pulled back and up behind
him.
    I sat on the stool to wait out the thirty minutes with him.  He wore a
towel around his hips, and I admired his taut, smooth, muscular body.  I was
very aware of how helpless he was, and also of his near nakedness.  I got
excited just thinking about being alone with him like that.  We talked a bit,
and he seemed glad I would be with him at home; it meant he could do therapy
twice a day.  By the end of the thirty minutes he was almost moaning and
sweating, and the sight of him thrilled me and made me very wet between my
legs.
    Eric came home early Saturday.  Twice that day, and on Sunday, Paula and
I got him into position, even joking about it as we called him "Slave."  Eric
said that he felt like one and called each of us "Mistress."  Those words
really turned me on!  I realized that I'd be alone with him for the next five
days, and I could Hardly wait.
    Monday, I was alone with him during his therapy session while he stood
tied and bent forward.  Unable to resist temptation, I ran a finger down his
back and confessed that I wanted to do three things to him: pull the towel
off, whip his ass, and keep him bound.  He hung quietly before me a moment or
two, then whispered, "Since I can't stop you, you might as well have fun."
    I loved seeing him naked, especially his thick cock, which curved down
over heavy balls.  I cracked a belt over his taut buttocks and adored each
red line that appeared on his flesh.  Afterward, his cock jutted straight
out and was wet at the end.  His face streamed with tears, and my panties
were soaked from excitement.  Within minutes he lay bound on a bed under me
while I straddled him, his penis throbbing in my vagina.  We came together
and it was glorious.  Later, while we lay side by side, he said that he had
loved it, too.
    By Friday, he was performing cunnilingus on his knees before me and
licking his come out of me after intercourse.  While he hung in traction
during therapy, I put a metal ring around his cock so he wouldn't come while
I teased him unmercifully.  Afterward, he waited on me hand and foot, nude,
as my slave.  That weekend, with Paula home, he wore the towel again, and we
were both disappointed when we couldn't play our usual games following
therapy.  Also, I noticed that, like me, Paula enjoyed being called,
"Mistress."  I couldn't wait for Monday to arrive.  School would be back in
session but I knew we would be able to enjoy ourselves in the afternoons.
    Thursday afternoon, I hooked Eric's feet to the eye screw and pulled his
arms back and up behind him, making him bend far forward.  Admiring my naked
slave, I put a strap around his balls, forcing them down together, and then
snapped a steel ring shut on each nipple.  I ran a cord from one ring down
the the eye screw and up to the other rind, making it tight so that the rings
pulled down hard.  After putting a third ring around his swelling cock, I
stripped of my clothes and put a belt and hairbrush on the footstool.  I was
in the bathroom when the outside door opened and someone came in.
    I ran into the kitchen, looked into the little game room and saw Paula
looking at her son.  I expected her to scream, or attack me, or call the
police, Instead, she ran to me, smiling and then hugged and kissed me.
    Twenty minutes later we both sat alongside Eric.  Paula held the belt,
which she, at my invitation, had used expertly.  I was still nude and ran
the brush over Eric's cock while Paula and I talked.  Until his death three
years ago, Paula's husband was her slave.  She had seen the same need for
bondage and discipline in Eric but had done nothing to satisfy it.  She felt
that he should be disciplined by a girl his own age.  She had seen in me the
same traits she possessed and felt Eric and I could have a beautiful
relationship under the right circumstances.  Eric's accident had proven to
be a blessing in disguise.  She had had a chance to come home early from work
that day and, far from being shocked, had been delighted to discover her son
being disciplined.  She was also happy, later on, to share him with me in the
bedroom.
    After that, I spend each weekend at Paula's.  We loved having our slave
do the housework nude, followed by a paddle party, then a session with Eric
tied naked in bed.  All through that summer and into our senior year, Eric
and I cemented a wonderful slave/mistress relationship.  When a new male
teacher, Ted, forty years old and single, joined the staff during second
term, Eric and I read the signs in him.  We got him together with Paula, and
within two months they had their own special relationship underway.
    Now, four years later, Eric and I are man and wife, as are Ted and
Paula, and no two happier mistresses ever had two finer slaves.  I'm
especially happy twice a week when Eric goes into his therapy pose.  I am
reminded all over again of how his accident led us to the bliss of bondage
and discipline.