Finding a story

Postby Vector5227 » Tue Nov 22, 2016 10:22 am

Hey guys, about a year ago, I found one of the best stories of F/m bondage to date. It was called The Laundromat (I believe) and was amazing. Problem is.... I deleted it from my phone because I have no idea why... I've looked and looked and I can't seem to find it!!! I know it was either on Boundstories.net or DeviantArt, but I just can't seem to locate it! I would very much appreciate it if someone helped me out and joined me in my search. Thanks for listening.

Vector5227

Re: Finding a story

Postby Dillon09 » Tue Nov 22, 2016 1:51 pm


Re: Finding a story

Postby Vector5227 » Tue Nov 22, 2016 2:08 pm

Sadly no. For the love of me I can't remember what site I found it on.... I really wanna say Deviantart but I'm not 100% sure... Thanks for trying though!

Re: Finding a story

Postby Vector5227 » Tue Nov 22, 2016 2:37 pm

Ok, I was looking at the format and now I'm 95% sure this story I'm looking for came from Boundstories. I could be wrong, but the way the stories are formatted rings a bell

Re: Finding a story

Postby pickle11111 » Thu Nov 24, 2016 12:59 pm

I believe it was by captainjack1994. It goes as follows:

I had recently turned seventeen, and my friends often teased me for still being a virgin. It wasn’t that I was interested in women. I was, but the feeling was not reciprocal, or so I felt. The girls at school worshipped the jocks, and I was the nerdy sort who was more at home with my nose in a book than on the playing field. The girls also made time for the boys whose parents had money, and I came up wanting in that department as well. Of course, it didn’t help that I was painfully shy, and speaking with girls usually left me tongue-tied. One of my friends suggested I check out at the local laundromat. There were a lot of lonely middle-aged women who usually were there, and many of them liked to take home young men. I should have no problem getting lucky there, he assured me.

So, one Friday night, I headed out to one of the laundromats on the far side of town (as I didn’t want to risk being recognized, if I could help it), telling my parents beforehand that I was going to hang out with some friends. I got off the bus, (I hadn’t gotten around to getting my driver’s license) and entered the establishment I had selected as my “hunting grounds.” I sat there, trying to remain inconspicuous while I looked at the patrons, trying to see which one might be interested. There were a few there with their kids; there were some who were just too old or too fat for my taste (I may have been desperate, but I wasn’t THAT desperate). It was getting close to nine PM, and I was about to call it a night, when she walked in.

She was about my height (5’5”) and she wasn’t fat, but just a little on the heavy side, in a pleasingly plump sort of way. She had wavy auburn hair, blue eyes, and was wearing a peasant blouse and denim skirt with short-heeled sandals. She also had on a heavy gold necklace and gold bracelets on her wrists. I guessed she was in her late thirties, early forties, tops. I fell in love (or perhaps lust) with her at once. I smiled and said, “Hi.” She did likewise, and then proceeded to load her clothes into the washer. As she sat down, I attempted to make small talk with her, in between reading one of the magazines someone had left at the laundromat (which I had already read from cover to cover for the third time that evening). I introduced myself, “I’m waiting for some friends who asked me to meet me here,” I lied. “That’s nice, she replied.” I made a few other banal comments, to which she responded politely, but clearly this was going nowhere.

She was taking her clothes out of the dryer when I decided it was now or never. My palms were sweating and my heart was racing as I approached her. “Ma’am,” I said, “I realize you don’t know me, but I find you very attractive…and…if you’re attracted to me…then… how about we get together…and…” My voice trailed off, realizing how lame I sounded. I stopped, expecting her to call the police, or at least slap me. Instead, she grabbed one of her stockings from the dryer and pulled them tight, and said, “I think that is a great idea. Tell me; are you into whips and chains?” I thought fast. The idea of giving or receiving pain did nothing for me, but the thought of bondage had always turned me on. I managed to blurt out, “I…I…I’m n-not into w-whips, but I have always f-f-f-fantasized about being kidnapped and tied up.” Without saying a word, she grabbed me and pinned me face first against one of the dryers. She then pulled my arms behind my back and tied my wrists tightly behind my back. While I was still trying to take this all in, I opened my mouth in surprise and felt her jamming her panties into my mouth. “That’s a good boy, take it all in,” she whispered in my ear. I obeyed (I noticed the panties were still warm from the dryer), and soon she had another stocking in her hands, which she knotted, then stuffed the knot into my mouth, tying it tight. She continued to press tight against me as she bound me. The warmth of her body against mine, and the smell of her perfume were having an effect, and I could feel the bulge in my pants. Luckily, the other patrons were long gone, otherwise, there might have been questions about what a middle-aged woman was doing binding and gagging a teenage boy. She then took another pair of stockings from the dryer, using one to tie my knees together, hobbling me so I couldn’t run away, and using the other to blindfold me. She then dragged me over to one of the tables, and forced me to kneel. She then took my belt off and tied it around my neck and one of the table legs, not enough to choke, but just enough to keep me from trying to escape. She kissed me on the neck, and said “Now just stay right there, baby doll,” and proceeded to finish folding her laundry.

Once she was completed, she undid the belt, putting it back on my pants. She then grabbed the belt buckle, using it to lead me out of the laundromat while toting the laundry basket with the other arm. I heard her open a car door, and then putting her laundry in. I heard her open another car door, and now she was laying me down in the back seat. “You and I are going to have such a good time,” she said, “but first I have to make sure you are good and secure.” I felt her tie something, like a piece of rope, to my ankles, and then she bent my legs up, and I could feel her tie something to my wrists, until I was completely hogtied. She completed her preparations by removing my socks and shoes. I heard her close the door, and then heard her get in the car, start the engine and we were off. We drove for what seemed to be a half-hour (perhaps she had a place out in the country, I thought). As I was blindfolded the whole time, I had no idea where we were going. The whole time, my mind was racing. What did I get myself into? I was really being kidnapped by this woman who was a complete stranger, yet I was also aroused as never before.

The car finally came to a stop. She got out, and I heard her open the door and untie the rope holding me in a hogtie. She helped me out of the vehicle and onto my feet. I felt her fasten a leather collar around my neck, and led me, taking little steps (I was still hobbled at the knees) through her house. She finally removed the stocking that was blindfolding me, and said, “Welcome to my boudoir, baby doll. When you speak to me- that is, when you aren’t gagged- you may address me as Mistress Diane.” Her bedroom had this elegant four-poster bed in the middle of it, like those old Victorian houses. She continued, “You are a bit overdressed for my boudoir, so let’s rectify that.” She pulled a pair of scissors from her dresser and proceeded to cut off my shirt, jeans and underpants, and threw me on the bed. She undid the stocking binding my hands, but before I had time to enjoy my freedom, she pinned my right arm to near the head of the bed, and proceeded to fasten a leather cuff to my wrist. I pulled against it and realized it was connected to a chain attached to the bed post. “Now the other arm, sweetie,” she said as she grabbed my left wrist and cuffed that as well. She removed the stocking binding my knees, and attached cuffs to my ankles, making me spread eagle. “I’ll be right back, darling,” she said, “I just need to put on something more comfortable,” and then entered an adjoining room. I tested my bonds, and heard the chains clinking. I was bound, gagged, and absolutely helpless.

She returned into the boudoir about 10 minutes later. I saw her and thought Oh. My. Word. She had changed out of the clothes she had worn at the laundromat, and was now wearing stockings, with straps attached to a garter (like I’ve never seen outside of lingerie ads), snow white panties, a bra and elbow length leather gloves. She still had on her gold necklace and bracelets. “Do you like what you see, little boy?” “MMMPPH! MMMPH!” I shouted through my gagged lips as my manhood became harder than it ever had before (or I had even thought possible). I mean, this was my kinkiest bondage fantasy come to life. She got on the belt and knelt over me. “Something tells me you’re a virgin,” she said, to which I just nodded. She then said, “Just relax, little boy, I am going to make all of your wet dreams come true.” With that she began to stroke my shaft with her hands, and the feel of the leather was indescribable. I felt myself about to cum, when she stopped. She climbed further up my body until her breasts were in my face. I drank in her perfumed breasts and felt the silkiness of her bra. I then felt pressure and dampness as she slid my penis into her vagina. She pulled down the stocking over my mouth and removed the panties (now quite wet with my saliva). I tried to say something, but she kissed me hard on the mouth, and I could feel her tongue against mine. Now that our lips (and hips) were locked together, she began to grind her pelvis against mine in slow, rhythmic motions. Harder and harder she drove into me, until we both climaxed. I could feel my semen pumping into her, and she moaned into my lips with pleasure. However, she was not finished. She continued her grinding, and gradually I became erect again, and had another climax. The rest of that night was a blur. She pleasured me in ways I had never dreamed off. She taught me about cunnilingus and fellatio, and I finally learned what ‘69’ was. We made love until we both passed out from exhaustion.

The next morning, I woke up still in a state of bliss from the night before. However, my bliss turned to panic when I realized my parents had no idea where I was. I tried to get up but heard the clinking of the chains that kept me helpless in bed. I shouted, “Somebody untie me! Help!” At that moment Mistress Diane came in, wearing a silk bathrobe and carrying a tray of food. She sat the tray down, and as I shouted to be released, she clamped her hand over my mouth and said, “Shhh…let Mistress Diane take care of you. First, let me feed you, and then all will be explained.” She had made a delicious omelet, and fed me, as I was still chained. After we had eaten, I said, “When are you going to release me? My parents are worried sick about me.” I saw her take an item off the tray. I was black leather, had a rubber cylindrical piece attached to it as well as leather straps. She inserted the rubber piece in my mouth, and then buckled it tightly in place. “MMMPPHH!” I screamed into my new gag, shaking my head in disbelief. She mounted me again and said, “As you requested, no whips. But you should get used to your chains, as you will be spending a lot of time in them. I’ve always wanted a little boytoy of my own to play with, and you just happened to walk right in. Plus, I have some horny lady friends who would just love to have their way with you.” With that, she began to molest me anew, forcing additional orgasms from me…

I never did get free, spending my days chained and collared, serving as the pleasure stud of Mistress Diane and her lady friends. Of course, I look on the bright side- I’ve lost my virginity, and I probably get laid more often than the entire high school football team…

Re: Finding a story

Postby Vector5227 » Thu Nov 24, 2016 1:31 pm

Oh. My. God. You found it!!! Thank you SO much!!! Out of curiosity, which site was it on??

Re: Finding a story

Postby pickle11111 » Wed Nov 30, 2016 5:23 am

There used to be a member on deviantart by the name of captainjack1995. He wrote it. His account has since been deleted. Too bad.

Re: Finding a story

Postby Naughty boy » Wed Nov 30, 2016 5:37 am

Oh my God!!! Thank you!

Re: Finding a story

Postby Vector5227 » Wed Nov 30, 2016 6:00 am

That's a damn shame about the author...