A Breakdown into Bondage!

Now then, Ladies and Gentlemen, this latest muse of mine is based in the mid-1980s, the time in fact when the motorcycle, one of which i did own for some time, featuring within said tale was first unleashed upon the world. So, a time before the internet, well for the common man anyway, and mobile phones. Explaining why the 'damsel in distress' couldn't simply ring for assistance.

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A BREAKDOWN INTO BONDAGE.

By God, how much had I wanted this bike? Announced at the many large scale Motorcycle shows towards the end of 1983, the Yamaha RD500LC was simply being touted as a 'Grand Prix' bike for the road. Naturally it was no such thing, of course it was going to be a mass-produced road bike, but it would be the closest example of one of those to the machines that dominated the racetracks of the world. It would, for example, feature a two-stroke four-cylinder engine of a five hundred cubic capacity, just like the real racers, and certainly was styled to resemble a true Grand Prix racing machine as was possible to achieve, given the necessary requirements of building a motorcycle intended for road use.

And I found myself in quite a comfortable financial position in life just as this utterly desirable machine was unleashed upon the motorcycle world. One that would enable myself to purchase not only the bike itself, but a full set of colour co-ordinating matching leathers, 'bash hat' and other necessary riding gear, such as boots and gloves etc. So, naturally I did, and on 1st June 1984, I became the VERY proud owner of one of these utterly desirable vehicles.

Having completed the 'bedding in' on the brand-new motor, I found myself out for a very early ride one summer morning, when the encounter that was to lead to an extremely interesting experience occurred. As I was heading homewards, having thoroughly enjoyed an almost two-hour 'blast,' much of that undertaken at speeds that would have landed me in very hot water with any Police Force employee had I had the misfortune to have been observed by any way. But that was the whole point of riding at such a ridiculous time of day, often referred to as 'stupid o'clock,' literally as soon as the sun made an appearance, and while the vast majority of normal human beings were still, sensibly, asleep within their beds. Therefore, meaning that my 'run' on this Saturday morning was almost completely devoid of any other traffic to get in my way, together with the chances of myself meeting any aforementioned Police Officers extremely slim indeed.

In fact, the needle of the bike's speedometer was registering over one hundred and twenty miles an hour ( approx 200 kph ) as I thundered past the lay-by within which a Ford Escort XR3i cabriolet was parked up, with a distressed looking woman standing right next to it. I must admit that, at such a high speed, I nearly didn't 'clock' her, but having done so, and being in such a good mood, I decided to enquire if she needed any assistance at all. Not too far forwards from this point lay a roundabout, so I simply utilised that to swing around in a complete one hundred-and eighty-degrees direction, pulling up and parking the bike right next to her car.

"Are you my Knight in shining armour?" A quite husky, not to mention sexy, female voice enquired. Now, whilst the woman who had asked the question was quite clearly considerably older than the twenty-eight years old me, I guessed that she was comfortably within her forties, she was quite luscious with a fair degree of sex appeal available to her. However, I was here to see if she needed any help, so I quickly dismissed such observations.

In fact, so good did I feel, I couldn't resist a bit of mischief. "No Ma'am, I'm actually your Knight in Yamaha Grand Prix replica leathers!" Earning myself a rather dis-approving frown in response, remember she'd no doubt just seen me screaming by at a highly illegal speed. "But I have stopped to see if I can help you in any way. What seems to be the problem?"

She appeared relieved, as she started to answer my question. "It's making some funny noises when I brake. A sort of 'scraping' noise, from the right-hand front wheel."

Just as I had suspected, when I bent down said right-hand front wheel, the brake disc was quite heavily scored. Clearly the caliper had 'jammed,' forcing the pad onto the disc until it had been reduced to sheer metal. That was now rubbing against the disc, hence the noise. A completely dangerous condition, and she'd been totally correct in stopping. However, there was nothing I could do to help her, right here and now, but if she drove the very short distance to my abode, then I could do something, And, as commented upon before, at this time on a weekend day morning, the traffic levels were very light.

"Look Ma'am, I can't do anything here, but I live very close, so if you follow me to my house, there I will be able to fix things for you. Don't worry, I'll take it a lot slower than I was travelling beforehand!"

"Are you sure? That's very kind of you. But is it safe for me to drive this car in such a condition?"

"Not really. But, if you take it steady, and try to avoid heavy braking, which with almost no traffic you will be able to, you should be fine. And, like I say, I do live very close to here, so you won't have to go far at all."

Well, she made it to mine with no further incident, and I indicated just where she should park up in my garage. Once I'd changed out of my leathers and other rider gear, into a 'T' shirt and simple pair of 'traccies,' I jacked up and removed the relevant wheel, it was time to examine the horrors present there.

Just as I suspected, the 'pin' of the brake caliper had seized, forcing the pad onto the disc. This wasn't going to be cheap, the caliper, disc and brake pads would need replacing, and, in the interest of balance, the pads and disc of her other front wheel. But the good news was that I was very capable of doing this job myself, and with a large motor factor being nearby there was a very good chance that we'd be able to obtain the required parts. However, they didn't open for another hour or so. "Right Ma'am, the good news is that I will be able to fix this for you, if we can obtain the necessary parts, which I believe that we should be able to, even if not for another hour or two. But I'm afraid they won't be cheap. In the meantime, however, as the motor factor isn't open just yet, would you like a drink? And some breakfast?"

"Thank you so much. Oh, and less of the 'Ma'am' you're the one doing me a favour here. Please, feel free to call me by my name, Amanda. And you are?"

"Phil, Amanda." Funnily I sensed that this Lady, and she was one of those, be in NO doubt of that, wasn't keen on being addressed by the shortened form of her moniker, 'Mandy,' and so I didn't do so. "Shall we?" Indicating the door connecting the house to the garage, which if we passed through would enable us to proceed to my kitchen.

Which when we reached, as I grabbed my kettle, filling it with water, I asked "T or C?" Meaning tea or coffee. "I'm having coffee myself, as is always the case in the mornings for me, but I know that there are people who prefer tea."

"And I'm one of them. To be honest, I'm not really a coffee person at any time of the day."

"Tea it is then. And would you like something to eat? I'm doing a Full English for myself. You're very welcome to join me in that."

"That would be absolutely delightful, thank you so much."

Breakfast consumed, we returned to the garage, where I jacked both of her front wheels up, removing all of the items that needed to be replaced, just in time for the motor factor to open.

Thankfully, and that fact the Ford Escort is such a popular motor helped here I guess, they had all the parts we needed in stock. Together with a tin of brake fluid which I intended to also change for her, we departed, relevant items in my hands, to return to my house in my own car.

It took me about two hours to replace both of Amanda's brake discs, brake pads and the single caliper. Then bleed the new, fresh brake fluid into her forward brake lines. However, although it was 'work' in a form, it was a most pleasurable time. Firstly, I actually enjoy working on motor vehicles, but this time I had very delightful company as well. I'd fetched a chair for Amanda to sit upon, as she watched me work, and the conversation between us began.

Once the initial 'small talk' was out of the way, and we'd both established that we were both within a single status in life, Amanda steered the subject of our chat unto a subject that she was clearly very interested in, SEX! Again, after some preliminaries, as it were, she asked THE question. "Do you have any sexual fantasies that you'd like to indulge in?"

As it happens, yes, I did, although it was one that I never really believed would ever be satisfied. And to be honest, with myself truly feeling that it was extremely unlikely that I'd ever see Amanda again, I thought to myself that I might as well tell her.

"As a matter of fact, Amanda, yes, I do. I've always dreamed of being captured by a strong, sexy and confident woman, who ties me securely to her bed. And then, having dressed my legs within a set of nylon stockings with the matching suspender belt, to signify that she's taken me for sex, and sex alone, then proceeds to ravage me to her heart's, or should that be pussy's, content. Showing me NO mercy whatsoever, oh I forgot, bearing in mind that she's removed my power of sight, having blindfolded me. Got to admit I do quite fancy that!" And, because I'd stated all of this whilst still fully concentrating upon my task, I didn't clock the deliciously dirty look and smile that formed upon her lovely face at these words. As a plan was starting to form within her kinky mind.

For now, though she said nothing apart from, "maybe one day for you." And not long afterwards I finished my task, which a quick 'road test' confirmed I'd done so correctly. When I received the question, "will you accept a cheque, I don't have any cash upon me?"

"What for Amanda?"

"Your time and labour, naturally."

"Amanda, I've actually enjoyed helping you and I don't need any payment from you. From your question, it's absolutely clear that you are both fully grateful and respectful and believe me I'm more than satisfied with that. I've loved your company and our chat, so that's more than enough for me."

"If you're completely sure?"

"I AM. And please, take it easy for about one hundred miles to enable the new parts to bed in."

With that she drove off, with me truly believing I'd never see her again, as I commenced the delayed 'post ride' clean of my Yamaha RD500 motorcycle.

I was in for somewhat of a surprise on the Tuesday evening when I returned home from work, to find a rather soft package awaiting me, pushed through the letterbox. For its contents were none other than a pair of female panties, a matching suspender belt and the accompanying very sheer nylon stockings, all in a rather striking bright scarlet hue. My mind began to ask itself all manner of questions, as I'm sure you can imagine, then I clocked the note within, a document that answered the vast majority of those enquires.

Like just who had sent me these items? For it was none other than a 'compliments slip' from a company named the 'Amanda Bridlington Graphic Design Agency,' and the handwritten instruction upon it made matters very clear indeed.

Dear Phil

As you would not accept any money, I have decided to show my gratitude by making your fantasy become reality.

You have an appointment with four silk ties and four solid bedposts!

I will pick you up at 10.00am on Saturday sharp.

So be ready and dressed in the items supplied with very little else.

After all you won't be needing clothes for what you will be doing!!!

A

At first, I was rather annoyed, to be honest. I mean just how bloody presumptuous can one get? However, as I started to closely examine the supplied lingerie, that anger quickly dissipated. For these were items that were not cheap and nasty, for from it, both the panties and the belt had been manufactured from the very finest satin, and as previously mentioned, the stockings themselves were obviously extremely sheer and of the highest quality. Some real effort and thought had gone into this gesture.

And whilst Amanda Bridlington might not have been my first choice for a sexual companion, she was, as previously stated considerably older than me, but, although such a term wasn't in common use back in those days, most certainly a M.I.L.F. an attractive, no, actually quite sexy, lady, who I was fully willing to go to bed with. And, after all, what's the point of having a sexual fantasy within one's mind if, given a chance to actually fulfil it, one then refuses said chance? No, I began to look forwards instead, I was all too willing to accept. Therefore, I jotted down a note of my own.

Dear A

Could you please pass my thanks to the ties and bedposts for their kind invitation.

Please inform them that I will be delighted to accept.

Assure them I WILL be ready at the appointed time.

Phil

And although I still didn't know her home address, the compliment note did give me an address to reply to, so I placed it into an envelope, complete with a stamp, and jogged to the nearby post box to send it back to her.

When I returned a delicious but naughty thought entered my head. Well, come on, I needed to check whether Amanda's lingerie actually fitted me, didn't I? And while admiring myself in a mirror, dressed within it and nothing else, let's put it this way, I ensured that I'd need to wash the panties before I met her on the following Saturday morning!

Which finally arrived with gentle rain falling, meaning no riding of my motorcycle for me. I had considered going for a ride on her, but thankful that the wet conditions of the roads rendered such an option undesirable, for what if something happened that meant I wasn't able to be ready for Amanda? No, it wasn't the bike I wanted to ride today, although to be more accurate, I wasn't going to ride anything on this day, it was ME who going to be ridden!

Having bathed, and dressed myself in Amanda's gear, yes, the panties had been washed, she turned up at 10.00 am precisely, not 9.59 or 10.01, just as I KNEW she would, I left the house, locking the front door, to proceed to her car. With the rain having ceased, and the sun making an appearance instead, she had the soft top open as she beamed a dirty smile in my direction.

As I sat down in her passenger seat, she lifted my 'T' shirt, pulling down my traccies at the same time, an action that enabled her to ascertain that I'd obeyed her instructions to the letter. "Good boy," talking to me as if I was a child, in fact apart from said shirt and track suit bottoms, I was only wearing her lingerie and nothing else. Not even any shoes or socks, all that adorned my feet apart from sheer nylon was a pair of slippers.

As I fastened the seat belt, it wasn't actually a legal requirement at that point of time, but one can't be too careful, suddenly I could see nothing as Amanda slipped a blindfold over my eyes! It was of those 'proper' ones too, one that allowed no light whatsoever to penetrate. "Now we can't have you knowing just where I'm taking you, can we?" I guess not Amanda!

So, as we set off, I considered myself to already be within her power, and despite the fact that my hands were totally free I made no attempt to remove her blindfold. It simply added to the intrigue that overwhelmed me during the thirty or so minutes it took to travel the roughly twenty miles to her home. A journey that did have one regret from my point of view, it was clear from the smooth manner that said drive occurred that my chauffeur here was a skilled and competent driver, but of course, with my sight unavailable to me, I was unable to enjoy that fact to the full extent.

Whatever, arrive we did when Amanda, having opened her garage door drove inside, whereon said closed the door again, cutting us off from outside world and any prying eyes. A yet further descent into her domination, I guess. She made no attempt to uncover my eyes as she guided me out of the car and through the doorway that connected her house and garage, up the stairs, and into her bedroom.

Which, and blindfolded I couldn't see, showed that this woman's colour was red. The carpet, curtains and pure satin sheets upon her large, luxurious bed were all of that shade. The bed that, complete with silk bondage ties, red naturally, around all four of its solid corner posts, and once she'd removed both my shirt and traccies, she guided me onto, with me now delighting in the material that covered it in, I might not have been able to see the delicious satin, but I could certainly FEEL it! Making me almost regret the fact that my legs were adorned in sheer nylon!

"Lie centrally, please, and then spread yourself out." Naturally I obeyed, and felt rather than saw, Amanda's presence by the corner of the bed right next to my left arm. My capture by my companion to her furniture was about to begin!

Amanda swiftly had that arm in totally inescapable, but also utterly safe bondage, and it quickly became absolutely clear to me that this woman knew exactly what she was doing, putting me into somewhat of a state of ease. Just as well, as only a few moments later Amanda had also taken my other arm into her captivity. Meaning, despite my legs being free, I completely belonged to her bed posts, and therefore by default to her. I was now simply her prisoner.

"That's better," she exclaimed as she lifted, not removed note, my blindfold, meaning I could see that utterly deliciously dirty smile upon her face. "Nearly there, Darling, oh don't worry I'll soon be tying your legs too! But first, some 'foreplay.' Now I know males, and just what creatures that you are. You're already cum in my panties, haven't you?"

My God, how did she know that? But then, as she herself had commented, she was fully aware of male traits. "So, as you haven't denied it, I assume that you have. Well, you're going to again, right now in fact," as one of her hands started to fondle my balls while the other commenced a pumping action on my cock, "as from bitter experience I know that the first time of any session is over far too soon for the men I've shagged before. Oh, yes Darling, you are now going to be SHAGGED. Again and again and again!"

Therefore, for the second time in my life I came inside of Amanda's satin panties. But this time it felt utterly sensational as it wasn't by my own hand but somebody else's, with me having no say in the matter. And this person, who had caused such an action, bore into my own, temporary uncovered, eyes with her own, that simply sparkled with menace, promising a very torrid time as her complete carnal captive.

"Well, that opens the ball, Darling! But now we've got that out of the way, shall we finish your preparations, eh?" I kept silent, as Amanda now removed her soiled panties, being thankful that I'd placed the suspenders underneath them as it meant she didn't need to disturb then at all. She gently washed my 'tools' of any of their own 'product,' before spreading my legs out, and securing them to the bed posts at the foot end of her bed. That was it then, I was now the total spread-eagled captive of her bed, her complete captive, unable to hardly move with escape utterly impossible. Whatever was to happen in the immediate future would be solely determined by Amanda, and her alone.

Now, whilst I was fully ready for her undivided attentions, my captor was still fully clothed and not. She wasn't wearing any jacket at all, it was a warm Summer's Day, but she still needed to shed some outer garments. Amanda made a real show of slipping out of her tight leather skirt, wriggling it down her shapely legs in a real provocative manner which simply added to the sexual tension present within this bedroom of hers. Revealing that the sheer nylon upon her own pins was in the form of some sexy stockings, not that I ever doubted it would be!