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@BEGIN_FILE_ID.DIZ Dear Chateau members: @END_FILE_ID.DIZ My name is Lovi, I'm 24 years old, single, (but with a boyfriend) and a brand new convert to bondage. Rob, my boyfriend and I have been going together for two years now. We've done everything that a guy and girl can do together, except for bondage, up until two weeks ago. I've known about Rob's interest in bondage ever since we first met. In talking to other girls that he'd gone out with before me, I often heard them say that he was "kinky". I knew that this meant he had different tastes in sex than what is usually considered "normal", but they would never tell me "how" he was different, only that it would be better if I found out for myself. It didn't take me long to find out that he liked to tie up girls not only during but before and after sex. I resisted him the first time he told me what he'd like to do. He didn't make a fuss, but he did continue to talk about it and try to talk me into trying it, at least once and THEN make up my mind. I continued to resist and after a couple of weeks of this we had a big fight and almost broke up. We declared a truce and for many months continued to see each other as lovers but without any further mention of bondage. Rob has a nice apartment here in town, too big really for him alone, so I moved in with him a few months back. Although I'd seen his apartment many times before I'd never really looked around and behind every door. Now, living here I had much more opportunity to do so, and found that he owned quite a few "Toys" that had bondage implications. One night when Rob was at a meeting, I took some of his leather cuffs and things and began trying them on. I found to my surprise that they fit quite well and were not uncomfortable, as they had soft linings. The shiny outside leather had bright steel ornamentation that contrasted nicely with the black leather of the cuffs. They were more like jewelry than things used for bondage. One thing led to another and eventually I had tried about all of his equipment. Rob of course had no notion that I had looked through his things, no less try any of them on. Later that night I didn't get to sleep right away, and I thought about Rob's Toys. I also did alot of thinking about his ex girl friends and the fact that they knew about his tastes and therefore must have had some first hand experiences with them and him. It kind of led me to think the Toys I had been earlier ex- perimenting with had also been used quite possibly on all of his ex girls. I wondered particularly about the dildo-equipped chas- tity belt and other similar items, and I guess I got a bit angry. I also did some logical reasoning with regard to bondage 1 in general, however. It occured to me that Rob's old friends had gone with him for some time, and it was usually he and not they that called it quits. They had apparently survived with no ill effects from being tied and in fact must have enjoyed it to some extent to stay with him for as long as they did. I had seen some of the Toys that were not used for bondage, a few vibrators, a couple of small clamps, etc, as well as some grossly oversized dildoes that belonged with the chastity belt. These and a few other things had scared me. But, now I began to wonder again. A few weeks later, Rob again had to stay out late and I had my chance. I'd decided that this time I would try to set every- thing up as though Rob might do it, with the exception of course that I'd make sure that I could get free. I stripped down to my bare skin and started to pick out the things I wanted. The cuffs and chains, the locks and keys, spreader bars, chastity belt (with a more moderate sized dildoe), gag, and with a bit of hesitation what I presumed to be a pair of spring clips for the nipples. With some difficulty I managed to put on most of the equipment somewhat as similar equipment was put on one of the girls in a magazine I found, and had decided to use as a guide. Just before locking the cuffs on my wrists I placed a spring clip on each nipple as gently as I could. It hurt a bit but not so badly that I couldn't take it. The small weights attached to each clip swung gently from the short chain causing a strange sensa- tion as the combined pinch and moving weight shifted with each swing. I quickly, and again with some difficulty attached the cuffs and locks to my wrists. The position I had chosen included the chastity belt and gag in the usual places and also included three steel spreader bars framed into a triangle. One corner of the triangle connected to the back of the gag, the other two corners each went to a cuff at my ankles. The length of the bars was such I had to kneel, but I could not kneel with my back straight, but rather with an uncom- fortable bend that I had not counted on. It had not been that way in the picture. My wrists were connected by a short chain to the center of the bar at my ankles and another bar kept my knees well spread with straps around each thigh. After completing my own bondage, I glanced down to assure myself that the keys were close by. They were, right on the floor about three feet in front of me. I had been so busy getting myself into position I hadn't really stopped to test the feel of the restraints. Now that I was finished, I could "relax" and see how it felt. The first impressions were not unpleasant, but at the same time did not have any great turn on effect either. I could feel the dildoe between my legs, pleasant but not really stimulating. 2 The gag in my mouth had begun a cramp in my jaw and the triangle affair was causing an increasing ache in my back The clamps on my nipples had begun to throb with a dull ache, but in terms of pain they were of less concern than my back. After about fifteen minutes or so I decided the experiment had been a flop, a real bust. Maybe someone else would like it, but it did absolutely nothing for me. I was going to get out of this silly outfit and clean up the mess. That's what I THOUGHT I'd do. The keys which had been so comfortably right in front of me might have been a mile away. I managed to worm myself over to them, but that was all. The bars connecting my ankles and neck and the bar at my thighs along with my cuffs made it all but im- possible to reach the keys resting innocently on the floor. My struggles to reach the keys had caused the dildoe to do a little bit of shifting around, also the movements had caused the nipple weights to do a bit of swaying. The combined effect had done some work on me. I could feel a twinge between my legs that wanted to be scratched. The more I struggled the stronger it got, not helping me one bit to concentrate on getting the keys. It didn't take long before the combined feelings of fear, helpless- ness and that twinge caused one of the strongest orgasms I've ever had. It started in my stomach and swelled to my head. It left me so weak that I was literally supported by the rods and chains, held up in my kneeling position. It was a few more minutes before I could even try to move. My fingers were now trembling so much I could feel them twitch as I tried to reach the keys again. I still couldn't get them! With the continuously mounting fear of not getting free and the increasing feeling of helplessness, along with the continuous movement, I was getting more and more excited. As much as I en- joyed the high, time was passing and I did not want Rob to come home and find me like that. So I settled myself down to do some thinking before I tried again. It took a little time and a few bruises, but I finally managed. I had to throw myself sideways so the bars from my neck to my ankles would have no effect on my hands reaching the floor as I lay on my side. It took a bit more struggling, crying, and cursing, the feeling again growing between my legs, but finally I got the keys and freed my wrists and then the remaining bonds. Before I could get the belt off, that feeling between my legs got the better of me. This time I helped it along and masturbated to climax. I was able to straighten up and put everything away before Rob came home. I was astonished to see that I'd spent almost 4 hours with my experiments. I'd planned to just "try it" for an hour or so. Famous last words. That night I really couldn't sleep. The memories of my 3 experiences wouldn't leave my mind. It finally came to me why at first my experiment had seemed to be a flop. I'd been confident of being able to free myself at first, there was no fear, no real feeling of helplessness. I hadn't REALLY been helpless, or at least I thought I wasn't. What was missing at first was someone else to hold the keys, someone else to have control over when I would be free. I could see now how the feeling of helplessness, the REAL feeling could be a turn on to sex. It didn't tend to repress the feeling, but rather to enhance and prolong it. I made up my mind that night that I'd been a real stiff with Rob and had to do something to make it up to him. I worked out a way to give him a pleasant surprise. Right after work that night I got busy. I fastened eye screws to the to the top and sides of an archway between two rooms and got out lengths of chain with snap hooks at each end. I again stripped down and got out the chastity belt and dildoe as well as a mask type gag that Rob has. I put on the belt and attached cuffs to my ankles and wrists with lengths of chain attached to each cuff. I got a chair and placed it in the archway right under the top eye screws. I quickly scribbled a note to Rob: "DEAREST ROB, I'M SORRY I'VE BEEN SO STUBBORN FOR SO LONG. YOU WERE RIGHT AND I WAS WRONG. DO WHATEVER YOU WANT ONLY PLEASE DON'T TAKE THE MASK AND GAG OFF UNTIL YOU ARE DONE. I MIGHT WANT TO CHANGE MY MIND AND TELL YOU TO STOP. LOVE, Lovi" I then attached the nipple clips and hooked the note on one of the weights and then climbed up on the chair. The chains on my ankles were just long enough to be snapped into the eye screws at each side of the archway. The chains at my wrists just reached the eye screws at the top Before attaching them I judged where they were and put on the mask gag. Everything went pitch black, but I was able to reach the top eye screws with the chains from my wrists. I pulled myself up slightly by my arms and kicked the chair out from under me. As I let myself down and released the slack in my wrist chains, my ankles were pulled to the sides by the chains there. I had guaged the distances and chains correctly. The effect was that I was spreadeagled in the archway, my legs spread wide to the sides but not touching the floor, and my wrists were well secured to the top of the arch. There was no way that I would be able to free myself no matter what I thought or if I changed my mind. I could see nothing and could not even hear much. I real- ized that my hearing was blocked when the cookoo clock only a few feet away from me went off. Although I did hear it, it was so muffled that it was only by chance that I heard it at all. 4 My arms grew quite tired as I hung there. I began to think that I should have waited longer before doing this. I wondered what Rob would think, or what he would do when he came home. Would he be pleased or mad? Would he spank me or would he tease me? I didn't hear him when he came in. The first time I knew he was there was when I felt his hand run up the inside of my thigh and push at the bottom of the belt. He did as I had asked and did not take off the mask until much later. He spanked me and used a lot of other little things all the time I hung there. The only change he made was to take the belt off so he'd have no inter- ference at all with any part of me. As It turned out I was at the perfect height for him to really ram into me without making any adjustments at all. Sir Stephen, Lauri, Rob and I are incredibly happy these months following that night and are so excited at the chance to share our experiences and happiness with everyone else at the Chateau. I hope everyone enjoy's hearing about my first time, and will write again if they do. Love, Lovi 5