Madison Bound 1

Stripped For Florida: Madison Bound 1

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Madison Bound

by Willie B Florida
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PART 1

Delia and Tom Wilson ushered their daughter Mary Jane ahead of them.

"We're so glad you could make it for tea," gushed Roana. She knew Delia from the PTA, while her husband Steve had served on several academic committees with Tom. However, this was their first social interaction. "You must be Mary Jane. Your mom has told me so much about you."

Mary Jane grimaced and looked down at the floor. "Good afternoon," she mumbled as politely as possible. Spending time with her parents was never good news in her book.

"Tom." Steve extended a hand. "Great to see you."

"Same here, thanks for having us over."

"Well, I hope you're not expecting anything too spectacular. My wife's put out the usual spread. If we get bored we can go catch a bit of the game in the den."

"Um, sure, sure."

"Right this way everyone." Delia gestured everyone into the large room to the left. Tall windows framed the view of the garden, a large live oak spreading its limbs across an immaculate lawn bordered by tall privacy hedges. Flowered fabrics covered two large couches and several armchairs in the airy room. Mary Jane found a place to sit and settled down to being good for an hour or two -- she wasn't really sure how long "teatime" was supposed to last. She tucked her legs against the legs of the armchair, set her head on "proper" as her mother called it and gasped for breath. Her eyes went big and she nearly fainted.

"That girl . . . " she managed to croak.

"Oh, yes, that's our daughter Madison. You may remember her from preschool?"

Tom and Delia followed their daughter's gaze. Not a one of them could be blamed for not immediately recognizing the little girl they'd last known when she was a cheery four year old. A large round metal hoop was suspended above the fireplace opposite the windows. Within the circle Madison was stretched into a full spread-eagled "X" by leather thongs that pulled tight against her ankles and wrists. A leather harness fit around her head and this, too, was stretched upwards and fastened tightly around the hoop. The girl was totally naked, blindfolded and gagged with a large ball in her wide open mouth.

"But, Roana," Delia managed to say, "what's this all about?"

"Well, it's a long story, but Madison is only tied up for an hour. She'll be done in a bit and will be able to join us for tea. We're hoping you'll find it enjoyable."

"Oh, well, if it is something she likes . . . " Tom's words trailed, He wasn't sure what he was trying to say. "I mean," he stammered, trying to be polite, "every family has their own customs."

"Is she listening to all this?" Mary Jane asked," I mean, I can see that she's blindfolded, but . . . " She was shocked to see a girl her age hanging on the wall. She would have been shocked to see anyone hanging on the wall, but someone she actually went to preschool with?

"Oh, no. She's blindfolded and has special sound-erasing earplugs. She has no idea you're here at all," the girl's mother explained. "But listen to me go on. Let me get you all something to drink. We have sweet and unsweet tea, hot tea, lemonade and, of course, water."

After taking everyone's requests Roana asked her husband to pass around the edibles while she brought the drinks from the kitchen.

"So how's work?" Tom asked, desperately trying to ignore the girl who hung so prominently naked in front of them. Her budding young breasts protruded from her chest, the nipples surprisingly aroused and firm. Her outstretched legs gave a clear view of her hairless labia and the glistening opening between them. In fact, the girl was quite wet, decided Tom. He realized he hadn't heard a word of Steve's reply.

"Here are everyone's drinks," announced Roana, returning with a tray of tall, cold beverage glasses.

Mary Jane squirmed in her seat, feeling oddly tingly between her own legs. As macabre as it might be to see someone's daughter tied up to something that looked like a torture device, Mary Jane was finding it strangely arousing to see that the girl was obviously turned on. Mary Jane tried to imagine what it would be like to be suspended by the neck and wrists, legs held wide by leather thongs and cut off from sight and sound. If she didn't have the gag in her mouth, would she be screaming out in the agony of pain or pleasure?

Unable to avoid the obvious, Delia broached the subject of the girl's bondage. "So, do you do this to Madison regularly, or only when you have guests?"

"We tie her up for an hour after school every day," her mother explained, "and for two hours a day on weekends and holidays. It has simply done wonders for her. She's no longer agitated or hyperactive at home or at school. She also gets along so much better with her brother -- although that is not entirely due to her time on the wheel. We try to have guests over fairly frequently, so it turns out that quite often she is tied up during teatime. She never really knows WHO is going to be here when she finishes coming."

"Coming where?" asked Mary Jane innocently.

"Oh, you'll see soon enough, honey," Roana replied.

"So where's your son--Jackson is it?" Delia asked.

"Jackson's at practice. He's playing basketball this season and just loving it."

"So, I guess no bondage for him!"

"Well, that's how this all started, really. We caught Madison tying up her little brother. You know, normal kid stuff -- poking things into him, jacking him off, that sort of thing."

Mary Jane gasped. She knew she missed out on things, being an only child, but she never realized sisters could do that kind of stuff to a brother.

"Anyway, we stripped Jackson immediately, of course. So he's playing ball naked this year. It's really been good for him."

"And you stripped Madison as well?" Tom was intrigued at the idea. His wife had held fast that her daughter was not going to be naked out and about, and so far the ruling had held.

"Oh no," exclaimed Roana. "It's all very well for boys to be naked in public, but I think girls have a little more modesty."

"Ah," observed Tom, carefully examining Madison's current display of modesty.

"It's different at home," Roana went on.

"I see," said Tom.

"With Jackson stripped, we decided to give Madison a taste of her own medicine. That's how we originally tied her up, just as a punishment."

"It turns out she really needed it," interjected Steve. "It improved her behavior almost immediately. More than that, however, the bondage has turned out to elicit a very powerful psychosexual physical response. It is like some type of Pavlovian imprinting. If we had a larger sample size we could confirm whether this response is unique to Madison, or prevalent among other girls her age."

"What do you mean?" asked Mary Jane's mother.

"You can see that she is obviously aroused," observed Steve. "Nothing has been done to encourage this response except to tie her up--and of course the blindfold, ear plugs and ball gag. It is almost time to take her down. I think you will be amazed at what you'll see next."

A small timer went off. Roana went over to a wall bracket around which a rope was securely fastened. She undid the wrapping and slowly lowered the hoop on which was stretched the 12 year old. Steve walked over and guided the hoop and girl carefully onto the ground as the rope was released. Madison lay spread eagled on her back, still stretched tightly in her bonds.

Roana reached up and took down a small bowl from the mantlepiece. "We apply just a little stimulation at this point. We'd really like you to help." She passed out three inch-long plastic projectiles. "You, too, Mary Jane," she insisted, handing the girl one of the plastic objects. "Just give it a squeeze and it turns on."

Steve walked over to his daughter, squeezed the tiny vibrator and set it going. "Almost anywhere you touch her will do the trick. Soles of the feet, knees, belly. Of course, you're welcome to try her more erogenous zones -- nipples, pubic mound, labia, clitoris. Just don't penetrate her -- we stay strictly within the narrowest confines of what's legal."

Tom glanced at his wife, but saw that she was already eagerly preparing to vibrate the girl's clit. He ran the vibrator over Madison's breast and teased her erect nipple. Mary Jane was shyly rubbing the vibrator along Madison's foot.

Almost instantly the girl went into obvious paroxysms of orgasm. The leather bindings kept her from thrashing and the gag kept her from screaming, but her skin flushed, her muscles twitched and tensed, her vaginal opening convulsed, and her nipples stood straight up into the air. As much as was possible her hips bucked upwards. The assembled gathering continued to massage the girl with the little vibrators and watched with fascination as Madison continued to come and come. Meanwhile Steve removed the girl's earplugs then the blindfold. At first Madison stared upwards with unseeing eyes, caught in the throes of orgasm, but slowly she looked around. Her pupils got big as she recognized Mary Jane and then saw first Delia and then Steve. Her hips bucked again and her breath came ragged through her nose and around the gag. For approximately 15 minutes the parents and Mary Jane kept Madison going. At a nod from her father, they backed off and sat back down.

Roana refilled everyone's glasses and passed around more treats. Madison lay on the ground catching her breath, still stretched out and gagged. After awhile her father knelt down and with surprising gentleness loosened the fittings at each appendage. He undid the gag and pulled it away from his daughter's jaw. Finally he unclipped the leather thongs completely. With a helping hand he gently assisted Madison to a sitting position. Only the leather collar remained. Madison lifted her hand, but Steve quickly undid the fastener in the back and removed it.

"Madison, this is Mary Jane and her parents. You will remember her from preschool."

Madison nodded.

"Hi," Mary Jane said timidly.

"As we were saying," Roana went on, as if Madison's 20 or 25 minutes of orgasm and post-orgasmic recovery had been nothing more than a walk in the garden, "Madison really never knows who to expect when she comes round. We've had all sorts of people visit to help out. Haven't we honey?"

Madison looked at her mother and nodded again. She certainly seemed very compliant and calm about the whole thing, marveled Mary Jane. She was sure she would be having the fit of the century if this were happening to her.

Roana handed her daughter a glass of lemonade and Madison took a few sips at a time. Mary Jane imagined that her throat must be dry after an hour on the wheel and then screaming soundlessly into her gag at the height of orgasm. At the thought of coming she became aware once more of her own arousal. She was afraid that she might actually be soaking the chair she was sitting on. She was about to get up and go to the bathroom to check when she suddenly realized that she was the topic of discussion.

" . . . surprisingly arousing. I'm sure if you checked you would find that Mary Jane is quite turned on at this moment," suggested Madison's mother.

"We can give you some stuff to start off with, if you like, or we could even do it now."

Tom and Delia looked at one another. Frankly, Tom was surprised that his wife seemed so open. This was usually the stuff of his own private fantasies, ones that he carefully kept hidden as much as possible. He nodded very subtly at his wife, just barely acquiescing in case he was misreading her thoughts.

"Mary Jane," announced Roana with determination. "I'd like you to come here for a moment."

Mary Jane hesitated a few seconds, but she was so used to obeying her mother's every whim that she found herself walking over. To her shock her mother reached up and literally ripped the dress off her, rending the garment neatly down the front. With her next move her mother swept Mary Jane's underwear down her legs. Quite beyond her own volition, Mary Jane lifted first one foot and then the other, leaving her body entirely naked. Her crotch glistened and her own adolescent breasts jutted out with aroused pink nipples.

"You're absolutely right," exclaimed Roana, "she's quite turned on. Well, I don't blame her. It was quite the sight! Why don't we get her up there and see how she does?"

Delia stood and swept the girl off her feet, carrying her over to the wheel. With the expertise of daily practice, Steve had the girl's wrists bound before Mary Jane could react, and two moments later her ankles were bound as well. A blindfold went over her eyes, a fresh ball gag was pulled into her mouth and tightened back hard. It was a good thing, because Mary Jane would have screamed bloody murder when the fasteners at wrists and ankles began to be pulled tight, stretching her body much more than she had ever imagined was possible. Her legs were pulled so wide she thought she would split up the middle. She felt a leather collar being fitted around her neck and next thing she knew she could hear absolutely nothing. With no sight and no sound it was as if she were not in the world. Mary Jane started to panic that she did not exist. Only the straining of her muscles against the taut thongs and the stretching of her neck and head upwards as it was bound to the hoop kept her in this world. She felt herself being lifted vertically and the swaying of the hoop as it was pulled up and into place. The pull of gravity intensified the tightness around her wrists as her body bore down against the bonds. Her legs splayed out just a fraction more and she felt the liquids boil up in her vagina. She had the most powerful urge to come right that minute.

Madison looked up and smiled. Her parents had snared yet another girl.

(The End)