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Rachel Kramer Bussel, well-known sex writer and columnist, is at the vanguard of this new era of BDSM. Always a step ahead of the zeitgeist, this award-winning editor knows your private fetishes even before you do. Bussel has been publishing BDSM since 2005, and continues to entice readers with her latest collection of Best Bondage Erotica 2015 published by Cleis Press. Whether it’s a sleazy hotel in Vegas, a cabin in the woods, or a weekend sex camp, there is an experience and a fantasy for everyone in this collection of bondage erotica.

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Best Bondage Erotica 2015

Edited by Rachel K. Bussel

Published by Cleis Press

$16.95, 232 pages, 5 ½ x 8

ISBN: 978-1-62778-089-6

Published on 26/1/2015

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You Shall Not Come
D. L. King

Best Bondage Erotica Book cara sutra-2“The game is simple. It’s your goal to make your partner come
and it’s your partner’s goal not to. We play the first round and
then we switch. We keep doing that until one partner comes. We
continue to play until the most frigid—I mean the strongest—is
left standing. And yes, this is a bondage event.”
It was one of those weekend sex camps, the kind where you
pay to commune with nature, bugs, heatstroke and poor facilities
in order to see friends you seldom get to see and meet other
like-minded folks. And, of course, the state-of-the-art dungeons
don’t hurt—well, you know what I mean. This was only my
second time doing the camping thing. I’d kinda hated the first
time and sworn I’d never do it again. But Janice talked me into it.
She really wanted to go—even after I told her about my previous
experience—but she didn’t want to go alone.
“Come on, Lydia; it’ll be fun. And if you really don’t like it,
we could move to a motel close by. But it’ll be fun,” she begged,
“you’ll see.”
I really liked Janice so I figured, what the hell: it’s one
weekend out of my life—how bad could it be? We were sharing
a tent. Yes, I said a tent. At least the bathroom facilities at this
place, unlike the other place, were in good condition and the
campground employees kept them that way.
The announcer/referee for the game was wearing leather
pants and no shirt. It was about a hundred and fifty degrees.
Honestly, I have no idea how he was doing it. The saving grace
of this particular event was that it had to be played naked. It
was Saturday at noon. This was one of the first events and was
meant to be a mixer, of sorts—a good way for people to get to
know each other, maybe find new play partners. We were in the
bondage barn. It wasn’t air-conditioned, but there were lights
and fans. The announcer continued.
“Okay, if you’re playing, move to the center of the barn.”
People began to move over that way. “Spectators keep back.”
He walked over to our group and counted heads. There were an
uneven number of players. “Hey,” he yelled back to the spectators,
“anyone else want to play? We need one more person.” No
one stepped up. “Come on, guys, it’s fun. You get to come.”
A woman in a G-string and a few beaded necklaces said, “I
thought you said the object was not to come.”
“Yeah, well, it is. But eventually you get to come, right,
except for the winner. And, most importantly, you get to play.
So, wadda ya say? Anyone want to join us?”
“What does the winner get?” a short guy in the players group
piped up.
“I’m glad you brought that up. The winner gets this beautiful
trophy.” He held up a small, gold sculpture of an icicle. It was
pretty cool. “And a twenty-dollar gift certificate good for any
item in the vending area.”
There was general oohing and ahhing, but no one else stepped
up. Finally, one of the guys in our group decided to bow out.
“Come on, Mark, don’t leave. It’ll be fun,” his friend called
after him.
“No, you do it, Jeff. I’ll just watch. I’ll cheer you on.”
That left eight of us. The ref ordered us to strip out of whatever
we were still wearing and then told us to pair off. One
couple, who came together, paired off first. The rest of us found
a partner. I got Jeff. We introduced ourselves. Jeff said, “No one
has ever made me come if I didn’t want to.” I told him I loved
a challenge.
Best Bondage Erotica Book cara sutra-3The referee had each team move to a prepared mat. Each mat
had several lengths of rope, several differently sized spreader
bars, leather wrist and ankle cuffs, a blindfold, a box of gloves,
a medium-sized butt plug, a vibrator, a box of condoms and a
bottle of lube. He explained that the top could choose to use any
piece of bondage equipment in the barn, or nothing at all. If the
top chose to use nothing, the scene would take place on the mat.
We could use as little or as much of the equipment as we wanted.
The bondage could be as elaborate or as simple as we wanted.
There were only two rules; the first was that the bottom’s wrists
and ankles had to be bound in some way. The second was that
there was to be no penetration with anyone’s cock. We were free
to use fingers and toys, but nothing else. The safeword for the
game would be Red. Using the safeword would have the same
results as reaching orgasm.
“You will be given fifteen minutes to tie your partner and
try to make him or her come. When you hear the whistle blow
again, you will switch and the bottom will become the top and
you will start over. We’ll keep switching like that until at least
one member of each team has come. Then the winners will
form two teams and we will start again until one of each of the
remaining partnerships has come.
“The final two will pair off and be given half an hour each.
Hopefully, there will be one winner at the end of that time.”
Jeff’s friend, Mark, piped up from the group of spectators.
“But that’s not fair. Women can have multiple orgasms. It
takes guys longer than fifteen minutes to come again.” People
turned around and looked at him, some incredulously and some
with pity.
“Um, dude, you only get to come once. And then you lose,”
some guy in the crowd explained.
“Oh, right,” Mark said and took a step back.
I looked at Jeff. “Yours?”
“I don’t know him. Never saw him before in my life.” We
both laughed. “You want to bottom or top first?” he asked.
I was pretty sure I could hold out, no matter what he did, but
he was cute and I kind of liked him and wanted to watch him
in action so I said, “Bottom.” That would give me a chance to
not only see how he played, but to find out what turned him on,
for later.
We picked a mat and the whistle blew. “Lie down on your
back,” he said. He used a short length of rope to quickly bind
my wrists together. He wrapped each wrist separately and then
went up and over with a figure eight, making it impossible to
escape. Once my wrists were bound, he buckled ankle cuffs on
and attached a three-foot spreader bar to them. I immediately
closed my knees.
“Think you’re smart, huh?” he asked, making a neat triple
wrap around each leg, just above my knees. He separated my
legs by attaching the two-foot spreader bar to the wraps.
I don’t usually bottom and I have to admit, this definitely got
my pussy’s attention. I could feel the juices begin to gather and
my lips begin to puff. My body screamed out to be touched and
I rocked my hips against the mat.
“Relax,” he said. “I’m not done yet. There’ll be plenty of
time for that.” He doubled a longer length of rope and tied
the two loose ends to my ankle cuffs, then pulled the folded
end between my wrists. As he pulled, both my legs and my
arms came up. Once I was bent like a U, he tied the end off
and quickly knelt down and put his head between my legs,
letting me balance on his shoulders. “So, Lydia,” he said, “are
you getting a little wet? I think you are. I can smell you,” he
growled as he ran two fingers up my slit. “Mm-hmm, just as I
thought.”
He buried them both in my pussy and pumped three times
before sliding them out to circle my clit. It felt good. Really
good. He sunk them inside me again and leaned forward to lick
and suck my nipples. After getting them both wet, he leaned
back and blew gently on them, causing them to crinkle and
harden. Now, he used his free hand to pinch and pull on them,
elongating them, while stroking my interior and using his thumb
to circle my clit. I have to admit, it was pretty nice and I think I
moaned. But I got distracted when I heard someone scream and
then a few people laugh.
“Don’t worry about them, Lydia. We have all the time in the
world.” He curled his fingers up and now his internal stroking
was pressing and caressing my G-spot. As my breathing sped
up, he kept pace. He removed his thumb from my clit and I
groaned. “Oh, you like that, Lydia? Your clit is so swollen. It’s
absolutely huge,” he said. He pressed both fingers against my Gspot
and smacked my pussy with his hand, hitting my clit, and
I screamed. “Come for me, Lydia. Come for me now,” he said,
and smacked me again. “Come for me, pretty girl.”
I was right on the edge. The guy was good. He raised his hand
again and I knew when he smacked me, this time I’d come. Just
as he was about to make contact, the whistle blew. He couldn’t
stop the momentum and as his smack landed, I came in a shower
of blue light, my hips rising off the mat.
“Yeah, Jeff! You got her! Way to go, man,” I heard his friend
yell.
Best Bondage Erotica Book cara sutra-4“Ooh, sorry, man,” the referee said. “What’s your name? Jeff?
Yeah, she clearly came after the whistle. That doesn’t count. You
gotta be quicker.”
I barked out a laugh and then sighed in my bonds.
It took a few minutes to get everyone free from whatever
bondage their partners had devised. I had to admit, simple as
it was, Jeff’s bondage scene was a good one. I’d been trying to
think about what I’d do to him while he was playing with me. It
worked, for a while, to keep my mind occupied and off what he
was doing, but when my thoughts about playing with his cock
mixed with what he was doing to me, it brought me too close to
the edge and I had to stop thinking.
The good thing was that he’d been turned on ever since he
started to play with me. Currently, his cock was at half-mast, so
I knew it wouldn’t take much to get him going again. Once the
whistle blew, I gathered up some rope and the cuffs, handed him
the box of gloves and the medium butt plug, grabbed the lube
and condoms and walked him over to a padded, black-Naugahyde-
covered bondage chair. I seated him with his legs spread,
attached the ankle cuffs and clipped them to the rings on the
chair legs. I fastened the wrist cuffs and attached his arms to the
crossbeam just above his shoulders. His cock jumped when I
stood between his legs to bind his arms to the beam with rope.
I smiled and knelt down to gently stroke his shaft. “So you
like being bound tightly.” I ran my hands over his chest and
pinched his nipples lightly. His breath caught. “Mm, yes, such
sensitive little buds of skin. Not enough people understand just
how sensitive a man’s nipples are, do they? It’s a shame,” I said
against his ear. He shivered as I ran the backs of my hands down
his chest, making sure to lightly brush the hardened points of
his very erect nipples before snapping on a latex glove. The snap
caught his attention and he practically salivated while I coated
two fingers in lube.
His cock waved and bobbed as I touched his exposed anus
with a lubed finger. Oh, he was definitely a fun playmate. I’d
like to have lots of time to spend with him. Maybe later, though,
as there wasn’t much time left to win this game, and I definitely
wanted to win. I slowly inserted a slick, gloved finger inside and
began to fuck him with it. He couldn’t stifle a moan when I
inserted a second finger and pumped him harder.
“You like that, do you?” I said, watching his eyes close.
“It’s okay,” he managed to get out. He was trying to sound
unmoved but failing miserably.
“Oh, well then, if you don’t want it…” I pulled both fingers
out.
“No,” he said, before catching himself.
Best Bondage Erotica Book cara sutra-5“Mm, I thought so.” I pulled the glove off and put a condom
over the butt plug. I put another glove on and held the plug up
to his face while I coated it in lube. “Shiny,” I said, and winked.
I quickly inserted it in his already slick hole and pulled off the
new glove. “I don’t want you to get too complacent,” I said as
I reached up and pinched both of his nipples. He shrieked but
his cock bobbed again. I still hadn’t touched it, but I could see
it straining. It was a very nice cock. Not too long to be uncomfortable,
but long enough to do the job, and a nice width. I
could already feel it inside me, feel it filling me…best not to get
distracted. The time had to be getting short.
I wrapped my thumb and index finger around the base of his
balls and pulled down. “Don’t you dare let that plug fall out,”
I growled in his ear. I smacked first one nipple, and then the
other. Hard. He shrieked again but the precome was flowing in
a steady stream. I smiled at him and pulled down harder on his
balls, keeping them tight below my encircled fingers, keeping the
pressure on. His knees started to pull in as I took his cock into
my mouth. I circled the head with my tongue, then ground the
tip into his frenulum, continuing to tease the sensitive spot with
the tip of my tongue.
With a hand on the base of the plug keeping it pushed in
tight and rocking it, I swallowed his cock and pumped him a
few times before dragging my teeth lightly up his length and
circling him just under the rim. I could feel the spasm begin and
I released him with a pop just as the first spurt of come flew. I
released his balls and watched him come. There were two more
good spurts before he was finished, but we still hadn’t heard the
whistle’s blast. As I gently removed the plug from his ass, the
referee finally blew the whistle.
I removed the rope binding his arms to the crossbeam and
unhooked his wrist cuffs from the eyebolts. He stretched his
arms once they were freed and unbuckled the cuffs himself as
I unhooked his ankles from the chair. Without being asked, he
picked up the used gloves and condom and walked to the trash
bin to dispose of them, leather cuffs still buckled to his ankles.
He looked really good that way.
We walked back to our mat and I knelt down to unbuckle the
cuffs, though I was pretty sure he would have liked to keep them
on. “It was the teeth, wasn’t it?” I said, looking him in the eye.
He shuddered but smiled. “Yes, I thought so.”
Someone in each group had come and so we were down to
four, or two groups of two. But by that time, I really wasn’t all
that interested in the game. I was paired with a woman in the
next round and I came easily, thinking about what I wanted to
do to Jeff. It was all for the best because I didn’t want to waste
any more time. The game had been a great mixer—exactly what
I needed, in fact.
I put on my shorts and T-shirt. Jeff was dressed by that time,
too. He’d waited for me. “I thought you’d be going for the
gold,” he said, “but you lost.”
“Did I?” I said. I put my arm around his waist. “Let’s get
something to eat; that much work makes me hungry.” I’d have
to remember to thank Janice for dragging me here.

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