Babes in Bondage by Lisabet Sarai

I just finished reading Babes in Bondage, the latest in Lisabet’s Vegas Babes series, and it’s hot and nasty. She’s written a FanFic series roughly based upon my characters at the fictional strip club The Fox’s Den.

Her portrayal of the characters is not always the way I picture them but hot none the less. I’ve written 20 stories in the Foxy and Larry swinger series, so I’ve gotten to know the characters pretty well.

A fair number of the people in the series are based upon real people we know, and I’ve tried to represent them as closely as possible to the actual person. In the case of swingers, they are pretty true to life. In the case of other figures, such as the Mayor and Sheriff, they are completely fictitious and bear little resemblance to the actual characters.

Our now ex-Mayor was a flamboyant ex-mob lawyer and in many people’s minds, the perfect representative of “The Greatest City in the World,” as he puts it. For someone who was typically reelected with over 70% of the vote, he was obviously loved by the people of Sin City.

In my stories as well as in real life, the Mayor was always escorted by two showgirls in typical showgirl bikini costumes with mile-high plumage. He never hid his preference for martinis or being over the top at all times. Like most residents, I loved the Mayor and am sorry that time limits prevented him from running forever. He was never ashamed of the excesses of Las Vegas and was the best ambassador we ever had.

“What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas,” is our motto and tourists come to our fair city to have fun and maybe do some things they wouldn’t do in Des Moines or where ever they may be from. Being in the Lifestyle probably had something to do with our move to Las Vegas, but we’ve found that perverts live among us everywhere across the land.

Foxy and I previously lived in the mid-west, which is not known for being a liberal part of the country, but it was funny how once you got to know the people, you found partners in crime. Living in Las Vegas has been fun, and both Wifey and I have found a lot of things to love about the town.

What’s interesting is that the actual residents of the city are far more conservative than you would expect, once you walk away from The Strip. A lot of people here are fairly religious and conservative, which is completely opposite most tourists’ opinions of what they see.

As a writer, I often take literary license with what I see while trying to blend fiction with reality. I believe that readers need an escape from reality, and I’d like to think I offer some of that alternative universe to them.

While I grant you, a lot of what you read from me is over the top, it’s not that far from reality in the world we live in. Depending on the surveys, swingers are maybe 8-10% of the population. I have no idea if that’s a realistic number or not. I just know that once you are immersed in the scene, they are everywhere.

We’ve introduced a fair number of people into swinging and don’t necessarily party with all of them. After a while, you become intuned to the typical characteristics of curious couples, who don’t know how to make the switch.

My wife is gregarious and outgoing to a fault, while I tend to be a little more reserved. But we make it a policy to try and ease the journey of nubie swingers, who are sticking their toes into the water for the first time.

If you’ve just walked into a party with fifty other couples and know nobody, you would just begin to understand what happens when you walk into a room full of swingers.

“Are my tits big enough, or is my dick long enough?” you ask yourself as you look around at the new people around you. Women in the Lifestyle tend to be exhibitionists, which for the new girl has got to be difficult to handle when you see all of the flesh exposed. For the guys, it’s not quite so bad as it’s easier to hide your best feature in your pants.

What you quickly realize is that for the most part swingers are just like the couple next door, and everyone doesn’t look like a movie star or could give a Shetland pony a run for their money. While granted, swingers tend to be a little more presentable than the average guy watching television, we are all more or less normal.

When Lisabet asked me if I’d mind that she did a story using some of my characters, I was flattered and interested in how she’d portray them. In the Vegas Babes series, I’ve come to know my characters as seen from the eyes of another far more talented author than myself.

While I don’t always fully agree with how Lisabet pictures a character of mine, I like to see her take on them. Reading her picture of a regular character, also helps me to understand if I’m not portraying a character properly. I’ve only asked Lisabet to change a couple of things that jarred me but have tried to keep an open mind. For example, in Babes in Bondage, Lisabet refers to us as “Larry and Foxy,” which is completely wrong. We have always been Foxy and Larry to the world, but I guess if that’s the worst I have to complain about, I’m doing okay.

Babes in Bondage is the 5th book in the Vegas Babes series of erotic stories by noted author and my friend Lisabet Sari. While it’s not necessary to read the entire series, it is helpful as the characters have been developed throughout the series.

Babes in Bondage is for mature audiences only and contains scenes of explicit sexual activities in addition to the BDSM themes portrayed. BiB offers both non-stop sex and a decent plotline to keep you entertained and excited.

The story opens during the beginning of the Las Vegas Fetish Fair when the reader is introduced to some of the main characters, such as a dominatrix and professor from the local college. We get a flavor of the story right from the beginning as the professor’s slave Annie is treated to the pain and pleasure of nipple clamps on her beautiful jugs.

“The silver jaws closed around Annie’s right nipple. She’d expected pain, but not the agony that burned through her. Her strangled cry attracted a few curious glances, but hers were not the only screams ringing through the hall.”

In addition to the dominatrix, was Master Shark, a highly trained Dom who helped train his subs in the respect and obedience he demanded. He is quick with his whip to correct any transgressions of his submissives.

Just as the Fetish Fair gets underway, a group of religious nuts plant a bomb and destroys the electrical transformers, which plunge the convention center into total darkness and chaos.

The beautiful, virginal leader of the Citizens Resisting American Perversion anti-porn brigade Patricia Hastings is poised to destroy the Fetish Fair using any means at her group’s disposal, including the use of explosives.

Patricia decides to use her beauty and guile to weasel her way into The Fox’s Den after the strip club offers to use their facilities and host the Fetish Fair when the Convention Center is closed from the homegrown terrorist attack.

The story has a lot of twists and turns, and you’ll have to read the story to find out who ends up on top and how painful the journey was. As with all Lisabet Sarai’s Vegas Babes series stories, this one is chock full of non-stop well written sexual scenes interwoven with forays into BDSM.

I enjoyed reading another stroke story written from a woman’s perspective, and this one is one of Lisabet’s best. Below the buy links are an x-rated excerpt from Lisabet’s latest story.

Buy Links

Kinky Literature – https://www.kinkyliterature.com/book/4255-babes-in-bondage-vegas-babes-book-5/

Amazon  US –  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07ZNSS576

Amazon UK –  https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07ZNSS576

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Below is an X-Rated Excerpt from Babes in Bondage

“Oof!” Intent on his mobile, he’d run straight into a woman hurrying in the other direction. “Oh! I’m sorry!” he stammered, looking up at the tall figure in front of him. “I should have been watching—Rosa!”

The elegant creature blocking his way gave him a warm smile. “Hello, hombre! I am surprised to see you here.” She gestured at the outrageous costumes and toy booths with a graceful hand. “This doesn’t seem like your sort of scene.” In a black latex mini-skirt and red satin bustier, Rosa herself looked perfectly at home among the Fair’s attendees. Her tightly-laced top emphasized the deep valley between her breasts. The scarlet fabric gleamed against her dusky skin, barely concealing her nipples. Her shapely legs looked a yard long.

Ted’s cock thickened inside his work trousers. Rosa never failed to have that effect on him, no matter how hard he tried to resist his attraction to the gorgeous she-male.

“Um—I’m meeting Annie,” he began, well-aware that Rosa had noted the bulge growing in his crotch. “Ah—what about you?”

Rosa gave a throaty laugh. “I’m working,” she said. “Peaches suggested I might find some new ideas for our dancers—costumes, props, that sort of thing.” She ran her hands over her own curves in a deliberately lascivious way.

Ted stifled a groan as his swollen dick strained against his zipper. He wondered if he could slip away to the men’s for a quick wank.

“I’m having a lot fun, though,” the stripper continued. “I like a good spanking as much as the next girl. Speaking of which, they’re just starting a new demo. Come on!”

Without waiting for Ted’s reply, Rosa grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the stage. Since that had been his destination anyway, he didn’t resist.

He smashed into her well-padded body again when she stopped short and pointed to the figure on the platform. “Madre de Dios! That’s Ms. Giulia!”

Sure enough, Ted recognized the middle-aged woman on stage as the manager of The Fox’s Den. Based on her interactions with the staff she supervised, Ted had concluded she was rather strict and bossy. Now, however, she was clearly in submissive mode, a dreamy expression on her strong Italian features as the dominant wrapped her in artistic layers of rope. Though her fleshy thighs and muscular calves were concealed by her fitted pants, on top she wore only a black bra. Even from a distance, Ted couldn’t help noticing the rigid points of her nipples distorting that thin garment.

His cock was like granite. He didn’t think he could get any harder. Another minute and he’d explode in his pants.

Then he gasped, as Rosa dragged her fingertips along the line of his fly. “She is quite sexy, no? Especially for a woman her age.”

“Rosa, don’t!” He tried without success to bat her hand away.

“She makes you hot, hombre. Hot and hard.” To his horror, the lithe dancer sank into a crouch and tugged at his zipper.

“No! Stop!” he hissed. He whipped his head around, frantically seeking a glimpse of his wife’s ginger curls, as if Annie could save him from this predatory beauty.

“Or is it me?” Rosa teased, managing to free his engorged dick. Her tongue flicked out, gathering the pre-cum that leaked from his slit. “Am I the reason you’re so excited?”

“Please, don’t…oooh!”  Ted’s protests faded as Rosa’s warm mouth engulfed his rigid penis. She slithered her tongue along his shaft, making him squirm, then turned on the suction and pulled him deeper.

God, that felt — hell, he didn’t have the words to describe it. Any thought of resistance vanished. He jerked his hips, driving his rod down her throat. Unfazed, Rosa swallowed and sucked harder. The sensation of her muscles working around his cockhead nearly pushed him over the edge. Before he could explode, though, she backed off, making a tight ring of her lips and sliding them over his taut flesh. She planted a kiss on the drooling tip.  Then she plunged down once more, taking him to the very root.

Ted’s balls tightened inside his briefs. He was a hair’s breadth away from shooting his wad. He wove his fingers into Rosa’s curly black hair. Taking control of the action, he fucked her eager mouth, each stroke dragging him closer to the point of no return. The Latin tart egged him on, with wicked little licks and nips.

In, out, in, out — his aching cock, bathed in her heat and wetness, was his only reality. He had a dim awareness of applause, which reminded him, briefly, that this blow job was essentially public. Rosa grazed his shaft with her teeth, and he immediately forgot.