#chained up

So for the first time tonight Mistress is going out to the city with her friends and leaving me chained up to the spare bed… I’m already very nervous and she hasn’t even left the house yet

Favourite Trope: Held Hostage (85/?)
Love In Between - Ep. 4+5

Gomez & Morticia in (bondage) Love

It had been the longest week of Gomez Addams’ life. His dearest wife Morticia had been teasing him every day by phone. “Something special would happen on Friday” she said. Gomez tried to find out her secret, but she remained silent. As a tomb.

Gomez had made his annual business trip, something he loathed but had to be done to deal with his numerous investments around the world. However, he did not bring Morticia with him: Gomez said he would not torture his wife with endless tales of numbers and real estate. He was not that sadistic.

Because of the trip he was unable to waltz or make love to her beloved wife that week. For a Latin lover like Gomez this was true torture, but he endured. This trip made their way of life possible, so sacrifices had to be made for the good of the family.

Gomez wasn’t the only one missing from the household either. Their children, Wednesday and Pugsley, were on a Bermuda Triangle expedition with Uncle Fester and Grandmama and their butler Lurch was with the Dalai Lama in Nepal (to beef up his patience). Only the disembodied hand called “Thing” accompanied her wife in the house, but he (Gomez was sure that it was a he) told him nothing.

The suspense was in full crescendo today, Friday the 13th, when Gomez returned, wearing his favorite pinstripe suit. His dear wife was nowhere to be found! What had happened?

It was Thing that delivered the news, in the form of an envelope, scented with Morticia’s favorite perfume: Macabre. “Look for me in the dungeon, my love!” 

“The dungeon!” cried Gomez out loud. Their favorite room of the house, filled with restraining devices worthy of a museum (or perhaps a horror house). Many were the hours that the two lovers had passed, trapped in the diabolical machines they had collected over the years.

Gomez failed twice to enter the correct combination of the secret room. What he saw was not was he expected. Oh, the usual bondage devices were there: the rack, the St. Andrews’ cross, the whips and gags hanging from nails in the walls, etc. All were immaculate of course, as Morticia was always taking good care of her toys.

What captured Gomez’s attention was the massive charcoal coffin in the shape of a busty woman. A bound, gagged, and chained woman, as Gomez examined the carvings at the top of the coffin. As sexy as that was, it was more important for Gomez to open the cocoon. Upon closer examination he noticed that lots of locks were built into the device (exactly 52 as Gomez would find out later). Gomez was sure that Morticia was trapped inside the ebony coffin, which made him mad and horny at the same time. If she was inside it, she made no sound. Probably because she could not, which made Gomez even hornier.

“It doesn’t work!” screamed Gomez as he used the key that opened all their lockable bondage devices. Gomez was about to look for something to pry the door open but stopped. It would not be nice to ruin Morticia’s new coffin. 

While his desperation debated with his common sense, his attention was diverted by a scent designed to send lesser men to the brinks of madness. Morticia’s favorite perfume. The black envelope at the top of the table was the source. Gomez barely contained himself as he ripped the envelope to read the note inside.

“My dear Gomez, I have missed our games so much that I could not resist when my new toy arrived. You will find the key to all 82 locks in the bowl. Be mindful: you will only need the one key to open every lock. Oh, I deserve to be punished and I hope that you do so at your leisure. Take your time. I will wait, M.”

Morticia had somehow managed to trap herself inside the diabolical device. Gomez was sure that Thing had a hand in all this (but just the one).

That didn’t matter now. What was important was… the bowl. And there it was, on the floor near the coffin. A fish bowl, filled with keys instead of water. Hundreds of identical looking keys!

“Oh Tish! You could drive a man to madness! But not an Addams! I will rescue you!” he said, diving his hand into the bowl and reaching for the first key. As Gomez found out, it took a lot of keys. Oh, more than once Gomez thought of trying to rip the lid open with his bare arms… but he knew better. Morticia would be furious if he did not play his part in what was, without a doubt, her game. The game increased his lust and if he knew his wife she was increasing her passion inside the insidious cocoon. As Gomez tried and threw away failed key after key, tears of passion wet his face. Hours passed, but neither hunger nor bathroom needs stopped Gomez.

One key finally clicked when he turned it to the right. “Ah ha!” screamed Gomez as he took the key out to open another lock. Now the tears were from joy as he rapidly opened the locks as fast as he could. 52 locks received the correct key and, at last, Gomez opened the lid to reveal what was inside… which was quite surprising.

Morticia was inside, but that was to be expected. She was bound and gagged, which was also not that startling. What was surprising was that her usual black silk dress had been replaced with a black latex dress with a hobble skirt (that would make walking impossible even if she wasn’t chained) and a very generous cleavage window revealing a pair of breasts that were visibly larger than the last time Gomez had saw them.

“Morticia! How…?”

Lots of black silk filled her mouth, sealed with ten turns of electrical tape and a latex mask, making sure that Morticia could not tell that her treasured husband that her augmented breasts were due to Grandmama’s Pechuga magic potion. So, she instead winked and said “mmmm!” 

Oh Tish, that’s French!” said Gomez, who was driven to lustful madness every time her lover spoke in a foreign tongue. He started to sing (as he was prone to do whenever his passion dictated it). Morticia enjoyed the moment.

Three songs later Gomez realized that he wanted to embrace her wife, but couldn’t. Morticia was tied with chains around her body and to the coffin. Chains with locks!

Then he realized that there were fewer locks in the lid of the coffin than he expected from Morticia’s note. In fact, there were 30 locks tying his wife’s body to the coffin. And he needed a key.

“Oh no… not again!” said a crying Gomez as he started looking upon the floor for the key that he had discarded without thinking. If she could, Morticia would be smiling. But she was well gagged, so she didn’t. She could only burn with lust, thinking of all the bondage punishments that her husband would give to her after this ordeal. It would be worth it!

Artwork By: Melek (AlterComics)

A BDSM Fan member commission for Queospera

The Gagtress: Wheels of Fire

If you are a film producer or director and your female star didn’t want to do a bondage scene, there was a woman on the top of every casting director’s Rolodex: Vera Estlin (or, as her business card said, the “Gagtress”).

The nickname started as a joke after a string of movies in which Vera hardly said a word as she performed numerous stunts as a kidnapped heiress, a captured spy, and a sexy but bound and triple-gagged super heroine. Maybe Vera didn’t talk much in those movies, but casting directors took notice of her stunning beauty and courage as she performed the most dangerous and sensual bondage scenes ever, hiring her again and again. The nickname stuck and Vera used it to her benefit.

Movies featuring sexy bondage were getting more popular every day, but timid actresses frequently refused to take on those roles. That created a niche that Vera filled nicely with her double D breasts and “will-do-anything” attitude.

Unknown to many, Vera had done a couple of bondage videos before moving to Hollywood to start working as a stunt woman. Now she could combine her two passions: movies and bondage.

Her latest film was a remake of a trashy B-movie from the 80’s called “Wheels of Fire”. The original was a post apocalyptic movie that some producer had bought the rights to for pennies just because he liked the title and (like in most remakes) decided to change almost everything else. The film now had a contemporary setting (the producer wanted to compete with the “Fast and Furious” franchise), the punk mutants of the original film were now just a gang of car thieves, and the male hero was cut to make the protagonist a female undercover cop that was trying to bust a female slavery ring in the city of San Juan, Puerto Rico.

Yes, the script would be unrecognizable to the few people that rented the original film from a crappy video store way back in the day, but there was one scene that would not only would be repeated in the new version, it would take a much larger amount of screen time and require a much heftier budget, a creative decision both the producer and the director had insisted upon.

The scene that many fetishists on the Internet loved so much would be filmed today at dawn, and to do the scene right they had to hire the best. The Gagtress.

Observing the setup was Cathy Pears, the singer with long black hair and huge breasts that would made her debut with this film as the heroine Arlin. Today’s stunt may be too dangerous for her, but she insisted on watching how it was done (even if the filming would be done at a time when she was getting ready to sleep after a night of parties and jet-set excess).

She was not alone either. The set was full of people interested in what would be happening in the next few minutes. Word had gone out and the anticipation could be felt in the air. All eyes were directed to the unremarkable aluminum door of a small trailer.

From the makeup trailer finally emerged Vera, already wearing the knee high boots, fishnets, leather corset, and thong required by Cathy’s character. She looked so much like Cathy that even the singer was surprised, as she and Vera had not met until that day. As part of her “costume”, Vera was topless, her full breasts being admired by all of the men (and most of the women) on set. Even Cathy caught herself fantasizing about how it would feel to have hot lesbian sex with a woman who could be her double.

The stunt woman simply smiled. She was a pro and very proud of her body, but she was more interested in setting up the scene with the stunt coordinator and the other crew members than the predictable filthy thoughts of those that devoured her with their eyes.

It was time to get serious.

The bondage started when Vera applied metal cuffs to her wrists. Meanwhile, Lola, her 25 year old blonde assistant, fixed the cuffs for her ankles.

Lola was the rigger. Her job in every film that featured Vera was to tie her as tight as possible. Despite her young age, she was one of the most respected riggers in America and she still worked tying up beautiful ladies in bondage videos whenever she was not traveling around the world with Vera.

After the cuffs were secured, a black 2017 Mustang car was brought in. It had not been modified too much (as Ford was a sponsor and the car needed to be recognizable), but a camera-crane combo had already been installed at the top of the car to film Vera’s close-ups. Vera posed her curvaceous body over the hood of the Mustang while Lola tied her her arms and legs with chains in a “spread eagle” position. After she was done, Vera was as much a part of the car as the hood itself.

“Help, I can’t get up” joked Vera to relive the sexual tension that she felt in all the eyes that were fixed on her sexy predicament. One pair of eyes was especially mesmerized by what she was seeing.

Cathy Pears decided in that moment that she would have sex with Vera that night, in costume and with plenty blinds and gags. Oh yes. She would pay anything to see it done, and she had enough money to convince anyone to do anything… or so she liked to think.

Meanwhile, only one item remained to complete Vera’s costume. A big red ball gag that Lola already had on her left hand. “Make it tight!” Vera whispered with a smile, but it was a message that was unnecessary. Lola already intended to make it as tight as possible.

For realism, of course.

“Mmmff! MMMfff!” said Vera to a particular extra that was literally drooling while watching her. After Lola did a final check of the chains, she signalled that they were ready. The trio of the producer, director, and stunt coordinator checked the chains. Only one of them was really working, but Vera didn’t mind. She may have been bound, but Vera was still the one in control of all of them.

The weather conditions were perfect for filming in the Golden Mile, the heart of San Juan’s business district. Usually always busy during normal hours, theroads had been cleared that Sunday for the filming of this scene. After everything was set, it was time for the director to scream.

“Action!”

The Mustang roared and started moving. Vera was at ease, but looked terrified (as was required for the part). Several cameras covered all the required angles for the shot. The Mustang started gaining speed. Most of the crew couldn’t move their eyes away from the black car and its gagged passenger, while the rest simply watched through the monitors’ live feed.

As the car cruised at 80 miles per hour, the chained Vera couldn’t help but smile behind her gag. She would do this for free if they had only asked! What a rush!

Artwork By: Churin (AlterComics)

A BDSM Fan member commission for Queospera

Samus was one of the more prideful competitors int the Smash Brothers Tournament. Having been one of the original characters of the series as well as the first women and only representative of her games had given the bounty huntress a fierce competitive streak. It was not unheard of for her to challenge others to matches with wagers on the line, usually with the winner getting the loser to do something for them.

After years of challenging most knew that to face Samus was to lose, as she was so driven to win that it was almost impossible to win against her. She would train constantly, always watching her opponents moves and studying then so they could not surprise her. However, this did not stop Samus from issuing more challenges, always looking for more fights. Thus it came as a shock to everyone when Princess Peach of all people accepted her challenge on the stipulation that it would be a team fight.

Samus agreed and had Lucina be her partner, as part of her wager for having lost a previous fight to Samus. Feeling so confident that Samus did not ask Peach who her partner was until it came time to fight. Samus and Lucina, as the Blue team, waited for their opponents to show up on the Battlefield, the bounty hunter itching to fight and the warrior princess just wanting to get this over with.

The Red team arrived shortly after, Princess Peach along with her partner…the newly arrived Bayonetta. This immediately sent Samus into a panic, as Bayonetta was a powerful witch and she had never seen her fight, so she had no way of knowing what she was capable of! It was a hard fought battle in the end, but Bayonetta’s powerful magic and Samus’ lack of experience against her proved to be the deciding factor, giving the win to the Red Team!

Having to honour the bet, Samus and Lucina now had to do what the other team wanted. Peach was rather simple, wanting the girls to but on some nice dresses and join her for a night together. The much more kinkier minded Bayonetta had other ideas though. So once both the losers were dressed up (Peach having a dress made for Samus in the style of hers and Lucina having a wedding dress from her own game), Bayonetta used her magic to bind them to the wall so she could have some more intimate fun.

Both ladies are in for a night of fun and while they might look embarrassed, they both know that in the end they will have themselves a nice night.

Artwork by:Amblagar

A BDSM Fan member commission for ManoftheNorth93.

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Zatanna & Satana: Bound Together!

Few things could surprise the latex suited masked kidnapper known as Adora the Collecionist, but the scene she encountered when she arrived home that night from one of her secret meetings did.

It was not the fact that two beautiful women were chair-bound, gagged, and blindfolded in her luxurious living room at 2AM. Adora kept lots tied-up babes in her place as part of her numerous ransom schemes.

The unusual factor was that she wasn’t the one that had captured these girls.

What was almost as surprising was that the gagged prisoners were wearing comic book costumes! Adora was an avid collector, so she even knew what characters they were portraying. The first was easily recognizable as Zatanna, the mistress of magic. A heroine from DC Comics that activated her spells by saying them backwards, she was frequently gagged by many villains. That fact endeared her to Adora, who had every bound and silenced appearance of the fishnet clad magician, regardless of art medium, in her collection. The other prisoner was dressed as an obscure Marvel Comics character known as Satana, a half demon succubus that had mostly been a very bad girl. Her deep cleavage costume has always been a favorite of the masked kidnapper. Now obviously these were not the “real” Zatanna and Satana. Those were comic book characters. Plus, they were more busty than their comic book counterparts.

Adora moved closer to the girls, who had sensed (by her perfume) that they were not alone.

“MMMFFF!!! MMMFFF!”

Ohhh, their cries were music to Adora’s ears!

As she checked the girls, Adora learned many things. First, these girls were not going anywhere. Plastic straps were used to tie their legs together and the belts were pulled tightly to bind their bodies to their respective chairs without mercy. The arms and hands had been tied behind their back and joined using tape, with plastic straps over the tape and leather arm-binders covering their arms (hiding the tape and straps from prying eyes). Of course, more belts were used to bind their upper body to the chairs. Both women had huge ball-gags inside their mouths, sealed by ten turns of wide black electrical tape, along with leather masks that covered their noses, mouths, and necks (with only the tiniest of holes to allow breathing). Blindfolds were used to hide their lovely eyes, with only the top of their heads visible. A thick chain connected the neck collars that the women were (involuntarily) using and long hair escaped from the end of each mask unto their backs. They were totally unable to escape, if that was what they were trying to do.

The girls’ costumes were very high quality (especially “Zatanna’s” corset and bustier). These were not cheap Halloween outfits. They were cosplayers: fans who dressed as their favorite characters for comic book conventions.

The size of their breasts was also way above average. “Easily 46 or 48 DD, maybe even more” thought Adora as her hand groped “Satana’s” heavy right boob. The false succubus moaned in response.

That was when Adora made the connection about who these girls really were. The false Zatanna was Summer Collins (23 years old from California) and the red haired devil girl was Bianca Champ (24 years old from Nevada). The two of them were famous as both cosplayers and as big breasted models. Many adult stars were also geeks who discovered that their bodies were perfect to portray comic book characters in real life. They were adored by the public (and the extra money they made with prints and photo ops wasn’t bad either).

A card on the lap of “Zatanna” explained it all.

“Beloved Mistress: One year ago was the time you kidnapped us. What a wonderful year it has been, full of ropes and gags, blindfolds and chains… and love. It is hard to get presents for someone who has it all, but I hope that you will please accept these famous cosplayers, Summer and Bianca, dressed as two of your favorite characters. Your slaves forever, Mara & Sara. P.S. We tied ourselves up in the main dungeon. Please rescue us when it pleases you, and not one second before.”

They had remembered! Adora was also aware of their “Kidnap-anniversary.” She had bought two custom made latex suits for her slaves that she planned to give them as a surprise, but it seems that she was the one to be surprised this day!

The Collecionist smiled and approached the bound girls… her gifts. Yes, the girls struggled, but the way they tried to move, thrusting their giant (and very exposed) breasts forward was sending a clear message, even with their eyes and mouth closed. Their engorged nipples were fully erect. Their bodies did not lie. They were enjoying this! A good mistress can always tell…

“Welcome to my mansion, Summer and Bianca. First, I am going to check up on my lovely slaves and make sure they are well bound and exquisitely gagged. Then… I will go to bed. It has been a long night. But do not worry, we will have plenty of days ahead where we can get to know each other! Ha-ha-ha!”

The prisoners could not hear anything thanks to their earplugs, but they still smelt Adora’s perfume and knew that she was near them. Summer and Bianca struggled and tried to scream, but the plastic ties and belts were too tight and the ball-gags, the ten layers of tape, and the leather masks took care of any sounds above a whisper.

As much as Adora wanted to have fun with her voluptuous presents, it was better to get some rest. With a substantial amount of regret, Adora used her special hypodermic gun to put the two girls to sleep. That said, she did not release them from their bondage. When they woke up the next day they would still be bound and gagged. The difference is that Adora, Mara, and Sara would all be well rested and ready to play with their new cosplay dolls!

Artwork By: Octo Studio

ABondage Fan member commission for Queospera

Going Once, Going Twice…

“Lot HD-III-F! This lot contains two fine specimens of the female form. Aloy, famed seeker of the Nora tribe who wandered too far from home, and Nariko, a woman from an unnamed warrior clan who was snatched from their fort moments before a brutal attack. It took several of our best hunters to overpower both of these women and bring them here. Let’s starting the bidding at 1 million for the pair! Do I hear 1 million?”

“1 million.”

“I have 1 million from the tentacle creature in front. Please remember that both slave are completely untrained and that training your slave can be the best part of owning them! Do I hear 2 million?”

“2 million!”

“I have 2 million from the nice couple in the back!”

“2.5 million.”

“I have 2.5 million from the tentacle creature. Do I hear 3 million? These women pick new skills quickly, making them easy to train for whatever activity you desire!”

“4 million!”

“I have 4 million from the couple in the back! Do I hear 5 million? Both slaves are guaranteed pure… that’s 4 million going once–”

“10 MILLION!”

“I have 10 million from the young woman in the second row”! That’s 10 million going once, going twice, and SOLD to the overly perky blond women in the red and black body suit for 10 million! Next up we have lot SC-IV-F…”

Artwork By: German Erramouspe (Altercomics)

ABondage Fan member commission for DDragon