Free Sweet Torments: The Best of Alex Jordaine by Alex Jordaine Page A

although that was pretty amazing, but by its sheer volume. Hanging from the walls of that spacious closet were handcuffs, harnesses, chains, whips, paddles, gags, hoods, bondage rope, you name it – all the paraphernalia of BDSM. Julie was also shocked by her own reaction to what she’d discovered in that closet because, despite herself, she was turned on by it – very turned on. The heady aroma of leather in there played its part as well, all but overwhelming her senses.
    Julie shifted her gaze to the floor of the closet where she saw a pile of glossy black and white bondage magazines. There were some other items on the closet floor as well: a box full of different coloured pegs – black, red, purple, blue; a black leather slave’s collar and some wrist and ankle cuffs, also of black leather, which had metal trigger clip attachments; a red ball-gag, and what looked at first sight like a blank video.
    Julie got onto her knees, crawled into the closet a short way, and started to leaf through the pages of the magazines, with their numerous monochrome images of beautiful naked women being tied up and disciplined. Again she surprised herself, because she found the photographs she was looking at powerfully erotic. As she gazed at those striking bondage photos she could feel the heat in her sex growing and growing until it seemed to permeate her whole body. Julie was soon playing with her pussy once more, imagining herself in the place of one after the other of the lovely women in those photos. She could feel her breath quicken and her nipples stiffen and her clit pulse as she wanked and wanked.
    On a whim, she decided to try on the leather slave’s collar that was on the floor. She liked the feel of it immediately. While she was about it, she thought she’d give the red ball-gag a try too. As she buckled it into place the feeling of constriction it gave her sent a further rush of adrenaline to her brain and lust to her pulsating sex.
    Julie played with herself even more energetically now, there on her knees inside the open closet. Her sexual imagination went into overdrive as in her mind’s eye she became an amalgam of all the beautiful women she’d seen between the covers of those glossy black and white magazines.
    She saw herself not only gagged with a ball-gag, as she was now, but also bound, suspended from rafters, soft rope digging into her pussy and rubbing excitingly against her clitoris. And all the while a tall, naked, dominatrix with short, blonde hair – in Julie’s mind she was Bridget – whipped her over and over again until her body was covered in agonising welts.
    Then Julie’s attention moved away from the highly charged images in her head as she looked down and caught sight again of the video. Why was it there? Just because it was untitled didn’t necessarily mean it was blank. In fact, Julie now had a strong hunch it wasn’t.
    She picked up the tape, climbed to her feet, and took it over to the television in the corner of the bedroom. She fed the tape into the video player and pressed “play” on the remote control as she got onto her knees on the carpet. The TV flickered into life and what Julie saw next gave her such a surprise that she let out a gasp of amazement from beneath her gag. There on the screen was Bridget’s previous girlfriend, Maria – Julie’s oldest friend – lying face down and trussed up on the bed in that very room.
    Maria’s arms were pinned together behind her and her legs were held apart and knees bent with her ankles attached to her wrists. Julie noticed that the metal trigger clip attachments to the wrist and ankle cuffs she was wearing had been used to secure her into this position, that she’d been gagged and that purple clothes pegs had been attached to her nipples and pussy lips.
    Not that Julie had given it anything more than passing consideration up to that moment – that denial thing again, she was to realise in hindsight – but she’d supposed it