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| Name: | Trev |
| Comments: | Neither Sue, my wife or myself noticed a car accross the road as I left for work that day. Sue returned to the house and before she could do anything else the doorbell rung.
She went to answer it and was confronted by two masked men both pointing a gun straight at her. Dont try anything silly lady or you will end up dead said one of the men as he pushed her back into the house. The two men forced her into the other room at gunpoint and told her to stand with her back to the wall with her hands raised above her head. Now listen well lady we have all day and your husband will be at work until late so you betterr do as we tell you. Whilst one of them sttod traetenibg her with the gun theother one began to search the house and soon returned with her handbag. She could only watch helplessly as he rifled through the contents taking her cas and cards. Then he found hername on some document and showed it to his accomplice. Well now Susan we have watched you for some time and now comes the best bit. As she stood helplessly before them she began to realise that the intruders had more ominous intentions than just to rob her. She was then ordered upstairs as the locked the door and cut thephone lines. She looked in horror as one of the men took out several lengths of rope from his bag. Now Susan move over to the chair and place it in front of the mirror then sit down and put your hands behind the back of the chair. |
| Name: | WarMachine\ |
| E-mail address: | warmachine11@hotmail.com |
| Comments: | Mrs. O’s adventures continued with Mr. H for a while but I wanted to move ahead with the story so I’ve omitted some of it to get to this point. I may revisit part or all of it in the future. To summarize and bring you up to speed here are the events in point form:
Mr. H dies. Mr. Smith buys Mr. H’s house. Mr. Smith discovers a stash of pictures Mr. H took of Mrs. O without her knowledge. Realizing who the pictures are of, Mr. Smith comes up with a plan to use Mrs. O as a guinea pig that allows him to tie up Mrs. O under the premise of preparing for his company’s kidnap party. Mr. Smith is 5”6” tall, thinning hair and has a bit of a beer belly. You’ll need to know this going into the story below. The next opportunity to tie up Mrs. O came when my kids came to visit me. There were no children of age in the area to play with so the boys developed an attachment to Mrs. O. Mrs. O had spent time during previous visits with them and they liked her a lot. I was thinking that I might entice the boys to do my dirty work for me so I suggested that we play cops and robbers. Now my boys had played this game with their friends and I realized the boys roping skills could use some work. I mean the tie ups with their friends were more decorative than functional. So when they arrived I told them that we would be going over to the O’s house because they had offered me their work table in the basement. They had no use for it and would give it to me if I was willing to take it apart because it was too big to be moved in one piece. I told them they could play Cops and Robbers with Mrs. O if they wanted. They were thrilled at the prospect of playing with Mrs. O. but, I said because she’s an adult they would have to tie her better than with their friends. I said I would show them how to tie up a big person because they were stronger and could break out of the ropes if not tied better than they had with their friends. But they had to assure me we wouldn’t let anyone know how they learned to tie so well. They liked that notion. So their lesson began. I first showed them how to cinch the rope between the wrists, I told them they could wrap the rope around the wrists snuggly which wouldn’t hurt the person then once they wrapped the rope between the wrists, it would tighten up and the person would not be able to slip their hands free. They practiced on each other until I thought they had mastered it then I let them tie me up to check to see if I could escape. They mastered the method superbly. Then I told them they should do this on the ankles, knees and elbows. They asked why the elbows so I took a piece of rope and had one of them turn their back to me. I said they should always tie the elbows behind the back so the person couldn’t bring their hands up and use their teeth to untie themselves. Once I had his hands tied I tied his elbows together but not uncomfortably. I showed them that now it would be harder to untie the hands because they couldn’t be spread apart and it restricted the arms even further. I cautioned them that a lot of older people can’t bring their arms together so be careful. If it’s too tight it could hurt them. Then Kyle asked how would they know if it was too tight? I said the person will let you know, once they have, just snug it up a little and “cinch” the rope between their elbows. The boys started to practice on each other and had no problems mastering the ties. I then said there was one more thing, if they put the person on their tummy and tied a rope from their ankles to their wrists, then the person would not be able to get free. So they practiced the “hogtie” on each other. I showed them that the closer they could bring the feet to the hands, the more secure the person would be. When they thought they were ready I told them for their final test they would have to tie me up without help from me. So they got the ropes together and bound me and placed me in a hogtie. I couldn’t get free. Once they untied me I said they should insure the person couldn’t call for help. I asked them that when they tied a cloth over the person’s mouth, that person could always talk right? They agreed. I said go to my sock drawer and get some long socks. They did. Then I showed them to place one sock in the mouth and rather than tie the other one over the mouth, put it between their teeth and tie it tight behind their head. I demonstrated it on myself and showed them I couldn’t talk other than grunt and mumble. They were thrilled with this because they could now prevent the person being tied from complaining. I told them they could use any cloth that was thin enough to tie though their teeth like a dish cloth, kerchief even a thin belt. I said I’ve seen people use rope even, just make sure you don’t push the stuffing to deep, just get it in their mouth and the cloth between their teeth would hold the stuffing in if it was tied tight enough. I said it works good after you tie their hands because they wouldn’t be able take it out the stuffing and they couldn’t complain how you tied them. I could see their little minds at work. I pitied the next kid they tied up. So off we went me with some tools and them with their toys guns, masks and bag of ropes. When we arrived, Mrs. O greeted the boys and myself. I said I’d get right to work and the boys said they had a game they wanted to play with her. ‘Of course’ Mrs. O said, and off they went. I went down stairs to start disassembling the table with the intention of sneaking back up once the boys started. I had brought my mini camcorder to hopefully capture the events. But I had just begun when the boys came down depressed. I asked what was wrong and hey said Doug was up there and they didn’t know if they would get in trouble. I thought quickly. Although Doug was a great guy I wasn’t keen on him mostly because he had everything I didn’t: Good looks, good physique and a beautiful wife. Then I said they should tie him up to. I said to tie him to the chair and let him watch them tie up Mrs. O. This way you can be sure he won’t interfere and show him who the boss is. I said to make sure they tied both the O’s hands and feet first so that they couldn’t help each other. Then tie him to the chair and keep the toy gun on Mrs. O so he doesn’t give you trouble, then tie Mrs. O on the floor like they did me. I briefly went over a chair tie, hands, knees and feet were tied the same as they had learned but I told them to wrap rope around his waist and chair to keep him seated and tie his feet to the chair so he couldn’t get up. Then they could take their time and tie up Mrs. O nice and tight. But they only brought enough rope for one person. I said to make Mr. O go and get more while you hold Mrs. O hostage. You can keep her feet and hands tied so she doesn’t escape. It will make the game more realistic and fun. But what if he doesn’t want to play they asked. Then I said you can help me down here. They didn’t like the sound of that. They were pretty keen on tying up Mrs. O. So they put on their masks and pulled out their guns and off they went. I think I was more excited than them. I could hear them walking across the floor then I heard them say stick ‘em up, this is a hold up. Mrs. O said something then I heard “You to Mr.” That was my queue, so I grabbed my camera and snuck up the stairs. As long as I stayed low I was hidden in the shadows so I couldn’t be seen. I had taped the red light at the front of the camera so it wouldn’t show when I turned on the camera. Hidden in my position afforded me a complete view. They were at the far end of the room so I could see everything. Mrs. O was standing with her hands in the air. I could see her back and profile and Doug was past her facing me directly. Doug was just standing there when the boy told him to find something to tie him up with and no one would get hurt. He wasn’t moving until his wife said to go. She said, “They’ve got us. Do as they say honey and we won’t be hurt.” It sounded more of an order than a plea. He finally relented and left out the door behind him. When he left the boys pulled out the rope and told Mrs. O that they were going to tie her up so she wouldn’t call the cops. Kyle began tying her hands behind her back while Jordan held his gun on her. I could see Kyle was doing a fine job with her wrists then he move to her feet and tied her ankles together. Then Jordan rifled through the kitchen drawers until he found a couple of small dish cloths. I could see him pull out some dish drying towels but he left them on the counter. Then he spied something out of my view and went to get it. When he returned, Doug had arrived with some rope. He took a look at his wife and didn’t look pleased. He wasn’t mad but he wasn’t happy either. Then Jordan pulled out a chair and told Doug to have a seat. He didn’t move until his wife sternly said to do what he was told or someone might get hurt and I didn’t think she meant by the kids. He plopped himself in the chair which was angled to the center of the room. Kyle held the gun to Mrs. O’s head and told him to do what he was told and the Mrs. would be hurt. Jordan then cut a section of rope from the pile with a pair of scissors and made Doug place his hands behind his back. If Jordan did as good a job on him as he did on me, Doug wasn’t escaping anytime soon. Then both him and Kyle tied Doug ankles, not together but to each leg of the chair. Huh I thought, these boys are more inventive than I gave them credit for. Then a rope was wrapped around his waist and another one around his chest. I could see the rope dug into his skin so I knew the boys left no slack. Doug on the other hand just sat there fuming. It wasn’t until Jordan told him to open wide that Doug showed his contempt. He said he wasn’t going to be gagged but in mid sentence Jordan stuffed to wash towel in his mouth and before he could spit it out Jordan wrapped what looked like a thin piece of torn rage between his teeth. Even though Doug fought and shook his head, once Jordan had the fist knot tied it was all over. Jordan pulled it tight then added another two knots to be safe. Doug was complaining and mumbling but the gag worked perfectly. Mrs. O on the other hand looked like she was having a hard time containing her laughter. Once the boys knew Doug wasn’t going to escape they turned their attention to Mrs. O. They said, “Okay lady on the ground.” This caught her off guard. I bet she thought she was going to be tied up in a chair. She got down on her knees when Kyle said to open her mouth. She did and Jordan pushed a dish towel in her mouth. Then Jordan grabbed the thing he placed on the counter. It looked like a leash. No it was strap from a purse because it had claps at each end of a leather strap. The strap was no wider than an inch, maybe less. Jordan put it between her teeth and pulled back which pulled the corners of her mouth back. The strap was so long he made another pass through her lips and pulled tightly behind her head. It was pulled so far into her mouth that it almost made her lips close. Good work boys I thought. Once she was securely gagged, Kyle grabbed a rope and while she was still on her knees, he wrapped the rope around her elbows and drew them together. I knew the boys would have no problem bringing her elbows together because I had seen it on just about every picture the old guy had taken of her. Then the boys got her on her stomach and in less than a minute, she was hogtied. Ankles and knees tied tight and pull right up to her wrists. Well, my job here was done. I had better get that table apart before they wondered what I’ve been up to. I shut my camera and quietly raced down stairs and quickly removed the legs from the table. I was bringing up the table top and saw Mrs. O sitting on the floor with a pile of rope around her. The chair Doug was in was vacant. “Well what happened here?” I said. “Oh the boys had me a little tied up.” She said. “I’m sorry.” I apologized for the boys. “I hope they didn’t hurt you.” She said she was fine and asked the boys where they learned to tie so well. They just shrugged and said they learned it playing with friends. “Where’s Doug?” I inquired. The boys just looked at Mrs. O and she said he was sulking in the garage. I asked why and she said that he didn’t get along with children the way she does. I apologized again and she said think nothing of it. She told me that the guys who use to live in my house had a couple of active grandsons who liked to play these games. With that said I told the boys to grab a pair of table legs each and told Mrs. O thanks for the table and I hoped the boys weren’t a nuisance to her. Not at all, she said but she’d be better prepared next time they came over. Then I noticed the rope marks on her wrist and asked if the boys did that. I was going to scold them now, but make it up to them later. She said not to worry. She was a big girl and knew what she was going herself into. I bet you did, I thought. Just then Doug came in. I said hello and he just said hi. The boys were already out the door with their load. As I reached the threshold Doug turned to me and out of earshot of his wife said to me I had better teach my kids better manners. I asked him what was it they did and he said that although his wife was cordial with them, he didn’t like the way the boys treated her. And he’d rather not have them over anytime soon. Then he stormed out of the room. I very politely said thanks for the table to an empty room. Doug seemed pissed off and wouldn’t have much to say to me after that, which was fine with me because it was his wife I was after. If he thought the boys treated her badly, it was nothing compare to what I was going to do to her, given the chance. Anyway life went on. Mrs. O came over periodically, usually for coffee while Doug barely said a word to me. I wondered why he didn’t make her stay away from me but I figured she was her own woman and no man, not even her husband was about to tell her what to do or who to see. I on the other hand enjoyed having Doug pissed at me while I entertained his wife. So a week or so after the tie up game my kids had with Mrs. O I decided that it was time to see if I could get Mrs. O back into the ropes. I knew that if my plan backfired she would never speak to me again but I was willing to risk it. She was over for a quick cup of coffee when I brought up the tie up game she had with my boys. She kind of flushed and said, “Oh that.” I told her the boys explained everything to me and I was very intrigued. She said, “Well boys will be boys. They’re just kids playing around, just playing a game.” Then I asked if she would be interested in reenacting the game. She put down the cup. She asked what I meant then looked around. “Are the boys here?” “No they are not.” I said. Then I looked her square in the eyes waiting for her response. Then she said. “You mean with you.” I smiled, leaned back in my chair and tapped my nose with my forefinger. “I don’t think so Mr. Smith.” She pushed herself from the table and stood up to leave. Before she got to the door I said, “You may change your mind” and I reached over to the table behind me, grabbed the envelope and tossed it towards her at the end of the table. She turned with a smirk on her face and said that there was not a thing I could say or do that would make her want to reenact that ‘game’ with me. I said that may she might want to reconsider once she saw what was in the envelope. Well curiosity got the best of her and she came back to the table and picked up the envelope. She pulled out the contents and flipped through a couple of them. She frowned and made a look of disgust but collected herself and asked what these were and was I trying to impress her with my photography skills. I told her to look again. That’s when she realized what she was looking at. I had taken the best pictures I could find of her in bondage; where she was most recognizable scanned, and blown them up to eight by ten glossies. She sat down with a look of horror on her face. Then she muttered, “That bastard!” She’d come to realized who had taken those pictures. She slammed them down on the table. She asked where I got them. She was furious. I said that I wouldn’t be too worried about where I got them; I’d be more worried about what I plan to do with them. She asked how much I wanted for them. But I told her I couldn’t part with them. But I’d be interested in exchanging them for let’s say, more up to date ones. I let my words sink in. She still couldn’t fathom what I was asking. “More up to date ones?” she asked confused. I knew I would have to spell it out for her so I told her outright that I thought she could pose for me. She was dumb struck. Then she said absolutely not! I told her that was fine that I was going to start a web site called ‘MY NEIGHBOUR’S WIFE’ because I had literally thousands of pictures. I told her guys really go for the homemade stuff. She said I wouldn’t dare and that she’d have me in court. To which I replied ‘already been there and my ex already cleaned me out.’ But I did tell her that by the time that happens, who else might see these? I told her that I could send them anywhere on the internet, any email address, work, friends, husbands? I could tell she was going to cry but she held it together. She called me every name in the book and said I wouldn’t get away with this. Then she grabbed the pictures and took off. As she left I told her she could have those that I’ve got lots. Now I just had to sit and wait. The next day I got on the internet and sent her an email with two other pictures of her in bondage. We had exchanged email addresses when I moved in. I wrote: I enjoyed our conversation yesterday. Can’t wait to hear from you. I’ve included a couple more pictures. I love the way the light catches your eyes and how it glistens off the steel around your wrists. I’m thinking of patching things up with Doug. Do you think these would help? See you soon. When I arrived home that day Mrs. O was waiting for me. I cordially said hello but she just followed me in into my home. I put down my brief case and asked her if she wish to sit down. She started into it. She pleaded with me to do the right thing, asked if it was my wife or daughter how would I feel. She said she would do other things for me cleaning, cooking, laundry. We could put this behind us and be friends. I said I didn’t need any friends and I lived alone so there wasn’t much to do around the house. I said that I couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this. In fact, I could make a lot of money with these and said I was leaning towards that. She said she didn’t want the pictures to get out. She asked why was I doing this. She thought we had a good relation that she’s even played with my kids. How could I be so mean? I told her that I’ve been down that road and only ended up losing everything. I was out for myself now and besides she looked so hot! That she was better than any of the professional models I’ve seen on the internet. Why wouldn’t I want to take pictures of her in bondage? The she said, “Just pictures of me tied up?” I said yes. She asked, no sex, no nudity? I told her that if I had sex with her she could take the pictures to the police and say I raped her, that I forced her. I said frankly, she’d be better off if I did, then she’d have something over my head. So no sex. What about the nudity. I hummed and hawed. Then she said she could wear sexy clothes instead. Wait a minute I thought. Did she just agree to this? I stopped and asked her if she was agreeing to this. She said well Mr. H had taken those pictures and until I showed them to her no one ever knew they existed. She said that had Mr. H not died suddenly, she was sure he would have taken those to his grave. How could she be sure I would never show those pictures to anyone else? This got me thinking and I sat down. She joined me and was studying me. I didn’t know if this was a trick, she was very smart. But I did see her point. Quite frankly I’m surprised Doug hadn’t come over and taken me out. It would be easy to take my computer and force me to disclose where the pictures were, at least the few I’d printed off. While I was contemplating this she continued with she wouldn’t have even consider posing for them. Mr. H was old and lonely after his wife died. He was always kind to her. She never got hurt and he was more than generous to her. And she would never have continued to do it if she didn’t like it a little. But she trusted Mr. H; she wasn’t so sure about me. Man! I thought, I’m so close but I couldn’t think of a thing I could say or offer that would make her trust me. We both sat silently while I contemplated this. I couldn’t offer anything she could use against me but I could see if there was something that she might go along with it. Then it came to me. I didn’t have to offer a thing! She either she did it or I emailed the pictures out and make a few bucks at it. Boy she was good! She played on my emotions and had me going. I leaned back in my chair and started to laugh. She looked puzzled so I told her that she had me going. The look of sincerity left her face and she sat up. I told her that I didn’t have to promise her anything. She would do it or she wouldn’t. What I decided to do after was my business. Then she leaned close to me and said fine and to get this straight. She’d play my little game but, she added; if these pictures ever got out, there would be no place on earth that her husband wouldn’t find me. She may get a little embarrassed, maybe lose face maybe have to quit her job and sell her home, but I would probably never walk the same again, that I’d probably have to eat through a straw for the rest of my life and while I’m lying on the ground half dead she and her husband would rifle through my things, destroy my computer and charge me. I may ruin their lives but as good as she played me, she said, she’ll testify to the rape my husband caught you doing to her. She added that Doug may suffer a bit but chances are no jury in the world would convict him. Then she grinned and asked if I’ve ever seen Doug mad. She got up stopped at the door and just said, “I have,” and left, slamming the door behind her. Wow, I have to settle down. As brave a face as I put on I think we both knew she had made her point. Well I shakily got to my feet, went to the counter and poured myself a stiff drink. The next day was Saturday and as I was having my coffee I saw out my front window, Doug pulling out. She met him at his truck and talked through his truck window then she gave him a kiss and he drove away. I watched her go inside then picked up the phone and dial her number. It rang for a while and I was ready to hang up then the phone picked up and I heard, “Ya?” hum, call display. I guess she figured if she didn’t pick up, I’d just come over. I told her I saw Doug leave and if she could come over today for coffee. She just said to busy maybe another time. I just said fine and hung up. I sat by the phone and waited. The phone started to ring, it was her. It was my turn. After seven rings I picked up. “Hello?” I said. There was a pause and she said she was a bit grumpy today but she was very busy. I told her that was fine, I had a lot to do today also. I was having a poker game tonight and I thought the guys would enjoy looking at some pictures of my neighbor. I quickly added, “The ones in good taste.” I said maybe we could get together another time and hung up. The phone rang again. This time I let it ring and went to the kitchen to get another coffee. When it stopped ringing I waited. A minute later there was a knock at the door. When I opened it there was Mr. O. And she began by saying she was busy today so she wanted to know when would I want her over? I decided to have some fun with her. I said I knew she was busy and so was I. Maybe tomorrow after my poker game tonight would be better time. She quickly said that tomorrow she would be away and that although she was busy, today would still be better. I said fine, come in and she asked “Now?” looking at me in my house coat. “Well,” I started, “I guess you could hang around while I got ready. I’ve got a few things to do this morning.” She seemed relieved and said sure. I invited her inside and asked her if she wanted a coffee. She said no thanks and I said I’ll get my things and be right back. She asked what things and I said she didn’t think I was just going to have her standing around. I said I going to insure she stayed put. Then I left the room. I came back with a bag. I pulled out some rope and she told me to wait. I looked at her questioningly and she said we need to talk about this. I asked what was there to talk about. She came over and I presumed she understood why. But she said we needed to work out some details. I was intrigued and asked what for? What if she had to go to the bathroom? What if there’s an emergency maybe she’s in pain and can’t talk. I said go on. She said that we should make a code word to stop immediately. I let her continue nodding my head and rubbing my chin. If I can’t talk I’ll snap my fingers three times. Then I added when I wanted her to come over I’d asked her over for tea instead of coffee. She nodded her head. I thought this was a good idea, I mean I didn’t really want to hurt her. Then I asked what if she just wants out of whatever? She told me that I’ve seen the pictures right? I nodded, then I could tell even though Mr. H was old he did “bend her like a pretzel” at times. I did admit to that. She never asked to be untied. But she added that he never made her suffer either. I said fair enough and I told her to turn around. She has a defeated look but did as she was told. I was so nervous I almost passed out from the excitement. This was really happening! First I tied her hands together palms together. Then I tied her ankles. I decided to gag her next but didn’t have anything. So I said I’d be right back and went into my bedroom. I went to my sock drawer then spotted a discarded pair of used underwear on the floor. Nah, maybe later. But I did get a clean pair out of my drawer and one of my old ties. I rolled the underwear into a ball while making my way back. I came up behind her and told her to ‘open’. She did but I could see she was trying to see what I was putting in her mouth. I took the tie and tied it very tightly between her teeth. Hum I thought no complaints. Then I looked around the room and decided I wanted to hogtie her on the kitchen counter. So I told her to hop over to the kitchen counter. She looked over at me, rolled her eyes and started to make her way over. I had her by the arm so she wouldn’t fall. She didn’t need my help. When I released her I took the opportunity to watch her move. Her breasts looked great bouncing up and down. I thought to myself I’m going to have a great time with her. When she got there I helped her onto the counter. I slid her over and tied her knees together. As I wrapped the rope around her thighs I notice how firm and smooth they were. She was in great shape. Then I tied a rope from her wrist to her ankles and pulled her into a stringent hogtie, I mean it was wrist to feet, no slack. Then my favorite part, I slipped a rope between her back and her elbows and wrapped the rope around her elbows pulling them tight. Of course they touched and the indentation on her arms attested to the tightness of the tie. Once I was done I gave her a slap on her ass which jerked her up and made her try to say something. I just smiled and went about my business. I went into my bedroom and changed clothes returning with my camera. I started snapping pictures of her at every conceivable angle. At first she started to protest but I ignored her. She kept turning her head trying to get out of the shot but she eventually gave up and I continued to take about fifty pictures of her. Then I put the camera down and made breakfast. It was great to have her there all bound and gagged right in front of me while I ate. When I finished, I decided that I’d left her tied up long enough (forty five minutes) and I didn’t want to piss her off too much. So I untied her and thanked her for her time. She just said are we done now and I said yes so she left. I had enjoyed myself and went to my computer to unload the pictures. They were great! Too bad I didn’t have a web site, these would be great. Although it was fun I didn’t have the rush I thought I’d have doing it. Something was missing. That afternoon while I was out front sitting on the porch Doug returned. I was going to say hi but he just jumped out of his truck and went inside without even looking my way. Then it hit me! I wanted to piss Doug off but if he knew what was going on, I’d be dead. So I decided I wanted his wife bound and gagged here while he was at home. I hatched a plan. The next time I called Mrs. O for “tea” was as she was leaving for her run. I had her schedule pretty much memorized and I knew she would be leaving in a few minutes. I called and she picked up. I said I would like her over for tea now. She said she couldn’t because she was going for her run and besides “he” was home. I said I knew and that’s why I called her. I said to jog right over, the front door would be unlocked then I hung up the phone. I wasn’t sure if she’d come so I watch her come out of the front door. When she came out, she did her usual stretching. At that moment I heard their lawn mower start up and knew that Doug was out back cutting the grass. Oh, oh I thought. She wasn’t going to come because he might see her. I watched her start to run past my house. I was about to leave then she turned down my neighbor’s driveway and scooted across my lawn up my porch and into my front door. I told her nice move and she said she had to get past my house so Doug wouldn’t see. She said she only wanted to stay a half hour so she could at least run the other half. I was so thrilled that she came over that I said no problem. I was amazed how compliant she’d become. Anyway I said let’s get started. She looked great in her spandex running gear. Everything was skin tight hiding none of her features. This was going to be fun! First thing I did was tied her wrists and elbows together. Then I put a ball gag (yes a ball gag, I had been to a store but I’ll go into that later) into her mouth and strapped it tight. She didn’t complain which surprised me but then I remembered that the old guy seemed to always have her ball gagged in the pictures. Then I got daring, I tied a rope around her waist bring the end down between her butt cheeks and up through her crotch to tie off in front. I left about three feet as a tether. She squirmed and tried to get away but told her did she really think there wouldn’t be any touching or the occasional grope? She just got mad and stomped her feet. I gave a sharp tug on the tether which pulled her off balance enough to make her follow me or fall. Once I got her moving I maneuvered her to the back of the house. Now I should explain something here. Since I move into the house I’ve been bothered by the rear sunroom. It is very nice lots of sun and there were blinds to block the sun. I liked it but for the fact that three neighbor’s yards looked into it. You could see through the sun room and down my main hall. I realized that I couldn’t move through my house without being seen. So rather than keep the blinds down all the time, I had the windows tinted. This allowed the sun in but kept the inside of my house free from viewing. It worked pretty good. You couldn’t see in unless you were very close and at a distance you might see movement inside but not make out any shapes. Of course at night you could see inside but that’s why I didn’t remove the blinds. Anyway this was the room I was going to tie Mrs. O in. With her husband out back in the very next yard it was thrilling for me to know that he was within feet of his wife all bound and gagged at my mercy. She must have known where I was taking her because she was fighting all the way but the crotch rope did its job and convinced her to follow. I could she had quite a “camel toe” going by the time we reach the room. Now, the windows went right from the top of the room and down to just below the waist. I wanted to get her high enough off the ground so that she could see out the window. She was going to be hogtied again so I looked for something to put her on. I didn’t have anything but spotted my folded up work bench against the wall. When the bench was extended, it measured waste high but the table area was only three foot by two foot square. I figured that would be enough. So I kicked open the legs and raised the platform to its full height. I tied her legs at the ankles and knees then made Mrs. O lay her stomach on it. In one swift motion I lifted her legs up and positioned her squarely on the table. She was laying on the table with her boobs over the front edge and stomach and hips on the table. I quickly hogtied her. Now she was facing her yard and we could see Doug cutting the grass. This was great! I went to get a cool drink because it was hot n the sun room. When I returned I noticed that Mrs. O kept hanging her head down, probably trying to hide incase Doug happened to look in, not that he’d see much. Anyway I didn’t like it so I took a thinner piece of rope and tied it to her ponytail then pulled her head up and back tying the other end of the rope to her ankles. This had the desired effect up keeping her head up so she had to stare ahead. She couldn’t move her head from side to side. I sat with my drink and watched her watching him. It really excited me having her within feet of her husband under my control and him not realizing it or being able to do anything about it. I took out my camera and took a few shots. Having her head pulled up with the tight ball gag prevented her from swallowing; I got turned on watching her drool uncontrollably. When Doug was finished cutting the grass, he move to the front yard. I decided I wanted her there to watch. So I released her from the hog and hair tie, stood her up and untied her ankles. I left her knees tied then took the tether around her waist and pulled her along through towards the front of the house. She had to take short mincing steps and if she slowed I gave a tug on the rope to encourage her to keep up. When we got to the living room, Doug had already started cutting the grass. I looked at my watch and realized the half hour was almost up that I promised to keep Mrs. O tied up for. I decided to show some good faith and release her early. Once she was untied I offered her a cool drink. She seemed to need it because she was all sweaty. She readily accepted and when I brought it to her she even thanked me. She had a big patch of drool on her top from when I removed the gag but she didn’t seem to be bothered. Anyway she watched Doug through the window and when he was walking the lawnmower to the back yard she sarcastically ‘thanked me for the good time’ and took off for her run. I watched her recede down the sidewalk thinking what an amazing woman. There she was jogging away, ponytail swaying: you’d never had thought she just spent almost a half hour hogtied in someone else’s house watching her husband cut the grass. It sounds weird even when I say it. I closed the door and went inside. I said earlier that I had bought the ball gag at the store. I also bought other bondage equipment there also. One thing I wanted her to try was this Black PVC Cat suit. I hoped it would fit because I had to guess her size. I wanted to get her some stiletto heels also but I didn’t know her shoe size. I was also thinking that despite the way I felt about her husband, I should try to patch things up. I hope this would curry favor with Mrs. O. should she be discovered at my place or with me at some point, Doug wouldn’t think anything of it. So the next day I brought over some beers while he was out back and apologized for what my boys did. I told Doug that that they were punished for what they had done, and I wanted to go back to the way we were before the incident. I said we are neighbors and if we were to live beside each other I didn’t want to bicker all the time. In fact I invited him and his wife over for dinner next Friday night. Well it seemed he felt the same way because he apologized for getting angry and did feel bad for it. I said had I come up from the basement, I would have put a stop to it right away. I knew that Mrs. O was just humoring the boys but they did go too far. We shook hands and after the dinner Friday night, we became friends again. Good thing to because I had come into some money from an inheritance and was remodeling the house. As it turned out, Mrs. O ran her own Interior Design Business, which I knew and one of the reasons I decided to remodel the house. The second reason would be a good reason for having her over without raising suspicion. So with that out of the way, I was looking for my next encounter. |
| Name: | burglar |
| Comments: | Silenced Orgasms
My Asian wife and I have a lot of fun when I bring her to multiple orgasms by just using my tongue and mouth on her clit. She loves it when I slowly lick her clit to get her aroused, and then suck on it to bring her to a full body shaking orgasm. Every weekend, she loves it when I have her nude, spread eagled, tied to the bed and blindfolded before I begin to bring her to multiple orgasms by sucking and licking on her clit. While we were engaged in out “fun time”, my wife began to make loud noises while I was giving her cunnilingus. She stopped me and said, “honey, please gag me because I do not want people to hear me making loud noises.” Knowing how she hates to have a gag on, I told her, “Let’s pretend you are gagged without actually putting a gag on you.” She replied,” No, I want to be effectively gagged so no one will hear me.” “Are you sure?” I asked. “Yes, I am positive.” At that point, I got up off the bed and began to look for things I could use as a gag. While I was looking, my wife called out and said, “Hurry up, I want to have more multiple orgasms!” I can’t wait for you to continue with your ravishment of me.” I told her I didn’t know what to use as her gag. She replied, “I want to be gagged so effectively that no sound will come out of my mouth.” Here is what I want you to use: two panties, one stuffed in each side of my mouth so my cheeks are bulging; a strip of black tape wrapped around my mouth to hold the panties in place, a cloth hand towel placed over the tape, and another layer of tape over the cloth towel.” I got two of her panties and brought them over to the bed. “Open Wide,” “Are these clean?” she asked. “Yes.” I took each one and stuffed it in her mouth, making sure that there was one stuffed in each cheek. When I looked at her with the panties stuffed in, she looked like a little squirrel with bulging cheeks. “Try to talk”. When she did try to talk, her words were garbled; however, she still was able to make noises that could be heard. Next, I took some black electrical tape and wrapped it over her mouth to hold the panty gag in place. “Try talking now”. She still was able to make audible moans. “Still to loud”, I said. I then got the cloth towel and tied it over the tape. “Can you talk now?” When she tried, she still was able to moans you could here. “Almost done, “. I took more tape and wrapped it tightly around her mouth to seal in the cloth and taped in stuffed panties. “Try talking now”. When she tried to talk, no sound at all came out. “Perfect”. I began to lick and suck her clit over and over again, causing her to have multiple intense orgasms. My wife came, and came, and came, and came so much that her entire body was shaking and she was covered in sheen of sweat. When she gave me a signal (she rapidly shook her head from side to side) that she was becoming uncomfortable, I stopped, released her, and began to remove her gag. Right after taking off the last piece of electrical tape, my wife spit out the soaked panties from her mouth. “You took me to sexual heaven!” “Those were the most intense orgasms I have ever had in my life!” “I want you to make love to me this way all of the time!” “Well, when do you want to do it again?” “Give me a few minutes to rest”, she said,” and then let’s do it again! “ Is that the end of this story? No. it’s just the beginning. |
| Name: | bobcjr |
| Comments: | Excellant story laura. Please tell more!!! |
| Name: | Laura |
| Comments: | I've liked bondage since I was a young girl, and I'm 28 now. Unfortunately, my husband isn't all that enthused about it, altho he has tied me up a couple of times, but I had to tell him how. So, I got into self bondage, since I love my husband,and wouldn't think of cheating. He went on a business trip recently, and was due to return home on Saturday afternoon. On Friday, I took the day off, as I had several comp days coming, and needed to use some or lose them. I took Monday as well, my plan being a bit of self bondage Friday, pick up my husband at the airport Saturday, and enjoy some extra time with him. I have a pretty extensive collection of bondage gear, lots or ropes, some nylon straps and some leather straps. I slept late, and when I rose, I took a long, leisurely bubble bath, then dressed in a black garter belt with black seamed fishnet stockings, and black, quarter-cup bra that just supported my 34D breasts, but didn't cover my breasts at all, then a very tight, and I mean tight, black leather dress. The dress was almost like a corset, too, pushing my already pushed up breasts up and out. I even considered wearing it when i picked up my husband, it looked so sexy. I started out by setting an alarm clock to give me 2 hours to tie myself up and struggle, and when it went off, I would wiggle free. I laid out my bondage hood and largest ballgag, then my ropes and straps. With everything arranged, I began. I frogtied my legs as tight as I could stand, then the ballgag, pulled the hood on but not over my eyes, yet, then with a bit of finess got some rope around my upper arms, but couldn't get it as tight asI wanted, so my elbows were at least 6 inches apart; finally got my wrist ropes the way I wanted them, laced into my frogtie just right, stuck one wrist thru the rope, pulled the mask part of my hood over my eyes, then the other wrist thru the ropes, and pulled as tight as I could. It was snug, but not too much for me to escape from. I began to wiggle just enough to become aroused, and rubbed my crotch area against the floor as hard as I could, trying to climax. Suddenly, I heard the back door open and then my husband's voice: "Laura, honey, I'm home." WTF? How? Then I heard the unmistakable voice of my co-worker Veronica. I lay still and silent, but then I heard Veronica again, clearly this time: "Sam, you better come in the den." I heard Sam a minute later, "damn Laura, I hope this is just one of your little games, not a burglary". "I don't think she' dress like that for a burglar, Sam" Veronica said. I was so embarrassed, not about Sam, as he knew this was how I satisfied my desire for bondage, but Veronica. She was the biggest gossip in the office. She also was the only single woman, and talked about her love life constantly. She dresses pretty suggestively, barely acceptable for a professional setting, but I think the company was reluctant to say anything as she is the only African-American in the corporate office , and no one ever wants a discrimination complaint. I struggled real hard to escape, and just about had my hands free, when Veronica said, "here, Laura, let me help". That surprised me, at least momentarily, until she grabbed the ropes and retightened them, and re-tied the knots. She also pulled the elbow rope until she got my elbows to touch, and ran the extra rope under my arms and over my shoulders and pulled my shoulders back. She obviously had done this before, and was better at it than I am. I was truly helpless now, and unable to reach my knots, altho I doubted my knots were even there. I'm sure Veronica replaced them with her knots. I felt a hand caress my hooded head, and hoped it was Sam. Now, I'm no prude, as my fetish clearly shows, but I like to pick who gets to lay hands on me. It was Sam, and he started talking to me, "I got finished early, got in thei morning, took a taxi to your office, but you had the day off. Veronica graciously offered to drive me home, so I wouldn't have to get another taxi or call you. Oh, are you okay like this? I gotta admit, baby, this little episode is making me reconsider my opinion of tying you up. Veronica, what do you think?" Why the fuck was he asking her what she thought? "I think this is the sexiest thing I've seen in a long time." sh said. Sam then said, "I'm hitting the shower, so you 2 just hang out til I get back". He whisteld as he walked away, and then Veronica said, "we need to chat, sweety", and manhandled me up onto my knees, but still helplessly hogtied, gagged, and sightless. She positioned me so my stilleto heels on the black, leather boots I had on dug into my upper arms. "Okay, Laura, here's my thoughts on this whole deal-I want to play with you guys. I told you many times that your Sam is the sexiest man I've ever met, and, honestly, you're pretty fuckin sexy, as well. Just so you know, my IPhone is in y hand, has been since I saw you. You know I can't keep this a secret, unless I am included. The boss gave me the rest of the day off, too, for being so nice and driving Sam home. I can go back, as there's always plenty of work. So, you convince Sam that we are a threesome, or I can go on back to the office. I bet our stuffed-shirt boss will really like all these photos. It's kinda hard to tell its you, but Sam is in the photos in the background, so thats a petty good clue. If you agree, when Sam comes back from the shower, I'll fish the gag out of your mouth and I want you to tell him you want to suck his cock right here, right now, and that I'm your guest at least until tomorrow, but you gonna talk me into staying, okay? Nod your head, if you agree. I was trapped, but, have to admit, interested too. If it got Sam into bondage, to tie me up occasionally, then maybe it was a good thing. So, i nodded my head. As soon as I did, Veronica fumbled at the strap and buckle and my ball gag was out. Before i could flex my jaws, tho, she kissed me, jamming her tongue into my mouth, and I felt a hand squeeze my right breast. All this just skyrocketed my arousal level. "Well, what do we have here" Sam said. "Oh, Laura and I were just chatting" Veronica said. I heard Sam chuckle, and say, "so nowadays its called chatting, not making out, huh?" She still had a hand on my right breast, and began stimulating the nipple, then pinched it, and whispered in my ear: "don't you have something to tell Sam?" Taking a dep breath, i related how I wanted Veronica to hang around and play with us, and then told him I needed his 8 inch dick in my mouth right now. Sam said, "well, I have never been able to refuse you anything you really wanted, excpet the tying up, but now, I think I will like that, and if you want Veronica to stay, its okay with me. Okay with you, Veronica?" he was asking her as if she didn't already know. "I think I will, and call me Ronnie, since wer're going to get closer." Then, in a flash, Sam was stuffing his big cock down my throat, and it wa as hard as I ever remember it getting. He held my head by 2 of the metal rings on the top of the hood, and worked my mouth up and down the full length of his shaft, and then yelled, Jeez! and blasted a load that was the biggest I ever knew him to let fly. I have no reluctance with oral sex with Sam, as we have always had a very, umm, 'lusty' relationship. I swallowed every drop and as soon as he was out of my mouth, Ronnie had her mouth against mine, and actually licked all around the inside of my mouth, getting a tast of Sam's cum. After a couple of minutes, she excused herself, and I heard her heels clicking on the hardwood floor of our hallway. I guess she went to the bathroom. Sam whispered in my ear, "is it alright with you if I nail Ronnie? She's so damned sexy, and with those boobs and that ass, its a request to get laid." I really didn't want him to, but she had the power of the blackmail over me, so I told him it was okay with me if okay with her. "Wow, Ronnie" Sam said, "wow!" "How about a kiss, Sam?" she said, and I guess they had a brief makeout session, then I heard some whispers and and giggles, and Ronnnie said, "thats postively the most erotic and kinky thing I've heard in years." Next thing I knew, Sam was pushing my frogtied knees apart, and I felt his 8 incher slide right into what he called my 'glory hole', and begin to slowly thrust in and out, then reached around my torso and began fondling my breasts without pulling them from the dress top. He actually slightly lifted me, and nect thing I knew, Ronnie was in front of me, and shoved her crotch into my face. Sam told me to eat her pussy until she came or he came first. I would have protested if not for 2 reasons, one was the blackmail, obviously, but Ronnie had my face so far into her crotch no one weould have heard me. She still had pubic hair, but it was trimmed down, so I was grateful for that. I myself am shaved and waxed, by my choice, and mentally told myself to suggest it to her. By some great miracle, we all reached climax at just about the same time-Ronnie and I together, but just as we started Sam released my breasts, grabbed my waist, and pumped as fast as his body would allow, and deposited a load into me. The remainder of the weekend was very physical, with Sam screwing Ronnie a few times, me several times, and Ronnie and I riding each other with one of my strap-ons. We now have one weekend per month where we get together, and Ronnie and I get our brains banged out. I even get tied by my husband on a regular basis now, and most times, I get to tie Ronnie. |
| Name: | hogtied couple |
| E-mail address: | whitecouple4blk@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | more more more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
| Name: | Will |
| Comments: | My wife opened her mouth when she shouldn't have, while visiting friends one night. The subject of bondage came up, somehow, and she boasted that, while growing up, her brothers would tie her up all the time, but couldn't keep her tied. Our host's wife stated that her brothers had tied her all the time, also, but she never escaped. She told my wife they had taught her all their secrets, so she felt she could tie anyone and they wouldn't escape. My wife accepted the dare, but we all had to work the next day, so it wasn't going to happen that night. The 2 women set up a date for that weekend, on Friday night. The night arrived, and my wife dressed in a denim skirt, a bit short but not a miniskirt, a sleeveless halter top which showed just a bit of cleavage and the edges of a black bra. On her feet she wore wedge-heeled sandals about 3 inches high. We arrived at our host's, and we were both surprised to find another couple there. They were the husband's cousin and her husband. Anyway, a couple of cocktails for my wife and a few beers for me erased any reservations we had. Our host's wife, Sue, wore a black dress that fit like she had to be poured into it, dark stockings with seams and super high heeled black pumps. I felt a bit of a tingle in my crotch when I saw her. The other woman was Vicki, a bit plump with a hard look around her eyes, but still fairly attractive. Sshe wore a rather shapeless shift dress and flipflops. We men were all dressed casual, in jeans and shirts. Sue asked Joan (wife) if she was ready to start and Joan said she was "raring to go". Sue then suggested we go to their basement,as that was where she had prepared for the 'event'. In the basement, there was an exercise mat on the floor, with a gymbag sitting beside it. The next surprise was the challenge/wager Sue made: if Joan was unable to free herself in entirity in 1 hour, Joan had to remain as her prisoner all weekend. I guess it was the liquor talking, but Joan said, "an hour, hell I can get loose in 30 minutes, and when I do, you will be my prisoner all weekend". I started to object, but Joan hushed me, saying, "I got this, and when we take her home, you can have fun with her". I was stunned, but Sue winked at me, and said, "okay, Ms. Smartypants, 30 minutes, and the loser belongs to the winner all weekend and has to do anything desired". Again, Joan agreed, and they began. Sue had Joan kneel on the mat, and pulled her arms behind her and began wrapping rope around her. Joan had a wicked gleam in her eye, saying, "if this is as tight as you can tie, I'll be free in no time". "You talk too much" Sue told her, stopping her binding long enough to shove a rather large ballgag into Joan's mouth and pulled the strap tight enough to stretch the corners of her mouth then buckled it. She then resumed her binding, and I guess she did thing a little different, because she seemed to give a jerk causing Joan to groan a bit, then a concerned look came on her face. Sue grabbed more rope, and I guess she was tying her elbows because Joan's ample breasts were suddenly thrust out til I thought her halter top would split. Her shoulders were also pulled back. Rope went around her torso binding her arms to her body, then Sue tied her ankles. By now Joan's lovely face showed grave concern about her situation, and Sue just kept adding ropes. She gave Joan a nudge, and she fell face forward, turning her head to keep from smashin her face into the mat. Sue fed a rope thru her ankle bindings, then again jerked, pulling Joan's ankles up to her wrists, but she didn't stop there. She grabbed her shoulders and lifted while pulling sharply on the rope, repeatedly, until she had Joan's shoe soles touching the ropes around her elbows. She nexxt pulled Joan's long hair into a ponytail, then wrapped a rope around the hair and pulled her head back and tied that rope to her ankles. Joan's abs were stretched tight, as they were visible under her halter top. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and she had a lookl of fear in her eyes. The last thing Sue did was tie a black leather blindfold with foam rubber around the edges, over her eyes. Joan was completely helpless now. Sue kissed the top of her head and said, "your 30 minutes start now". She set the timer on her cellphone, then sat down on a sofa, crossed her legs so I had a great view up her dress. She had a garter belt on, holding her stockings, but otherwise was bare. Sue is a very beautiful woman, about 5-10 tall, and I bet she has 36D breasts. For 30 minutes I watched my wife laying on her stomach helpless, and watched Sue's show as well. Very little converstion went on, and when the timer went off, Joan and I both jerked. Sue stood, drained the last of her drink, then said, "party time!" To Be Continued |
| Name: | Kenny |
| E-mail address: | kglass@hotmail.com |
| Name: | hogtied couple |
| E-mail address: | whitecouple4blk@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | anyone like to bound and gag my wife email us please |
| Name: | bailey |
| E-mail address: | baileyejohnson |
| Comments: | ask warmachine to continue the story from his last post |
| Name: | hogtied couple |
| E-mail address: | whitecouple4blk@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | come on geff lets hear a story |
| Name: | burglar |
| Comments: | Hole, Hole, where should I go?
Last night, when my sexy wife and I were making love, we decided to play a little fantasy game. I had my wife strip off all of her clothes and lie face down on our bed. Just looking at her petite, sexy Asian body was already getting me hard. “Hands”, I said, as she placed her hands behind her back. I proceeded to take some old white stockings of hers that we had used before and tied her wrists tightly together behind her back. I then took another stocking and tied her ankles together. Now, she was lying face down on the bed. I then took a blindfold we always used and placed it over her eyes. “Open wide”, I said, as I stuffed a wash cloth into her mouth. “I’ll be back in a minute”, I told her, leaving her to think about what will happen while bound and gagged. I returned a short time later with a roll of black electrical tape. I ripped off a piece and placed it over the blindfold to keep it on her and prevent her from rubbing it off or pulling it down. I then lifted up her head and taking another strip of tape placed that over the cloth in her mouth so she could not spit the cloth out. “Hmmn, which hole should I use? Pussy or Ass?” I proceeded to begin to rub my hard cock over the cheeks of her ass. “I think it will be ass”, I said. As I was rubbing my cock over the cheeks of her ass, she began to “mmmph” , squirm and shake her head from side to side as a way of telling me not to put my cock in her ass. I continued to tease her like this for a few more seconds, and then flipped her over on her back. “How about your pussy?”, as I began to rub my dick over her pussy lips. “MMMMMM”, she moaned as she was nodding her head. I continued to tease her for about ten minutes by flipping her on her stomach, putting my hard cock on her ass cheeks and rubbing her ass cheeks with it, and then flipping her on her back and teasing her pussy with my cock. Every time I rubbed my hard cock on her ass cheeks while she was face down and lying on her stomach, the intensity level of her “mmmphs” and shaking of her head sideways became more intense. Finally, I turned her over on her back, cut the tape off of her ankles, grabbed and spread her legs and placed my now very hard cock into her wet pussy. She came (and so did I) with an intense orgasm and screamed through her gag. I then took out the gag and blindfold and cut the tape from her wrists. “I really enjoyed this game. I knew all along which hole you were going to use”, she said. “So did I, So did I.” |
| Name: | Geff |
| Comments: | I used to read all the old style detective magazines with bondage covers many years ago and have always had fantasies about my wife being tied up by a man or men and have collected several scenarios in my mind although as yet I have not written these down |
| Name: | burglar |
| Comments: | My petite Asian Wife was securely tied spread-eagle, face down on our bed with cotton stuffed in her ears, blindfolded and gagged with a pair of her silky lace bikini panties.
“MMMMMM NO” she moaned into her mouth filled panty gag as I moved down the bed and knelt between her legs. I allowed my hands to play over her legs, and then slowly ran them up her sides. I leaned forward and felt her tense as I placed a kiss at the base of her spine. Gradually, I licked and kissed my way up her back until I was lying on her, my face buried in the hair at the back of her neck. “MMMMMFFFF” she moaned as I slowly pressed the head of my dick against her cute little rosebud. She struggled at her restraints and fiercely bit down and screamed through her silk panty gag as I slowly started to enter her small, tight rectum. I pushed in slowly, and once I was all the way in, I felt her push up (as much as she was able due to her restraints) and then heard her moan as a wave of orgasms swept over her small petite body. She was writhing moaning and screaming with delight from the intense orgasmic pleasure she was feeling. With my cock still inside of her anus, I lay on top of her and stayed there until my cock became small. At that point, I slowly pulled out of her. I then removed her restraints and her gag. She immediately turned over and gave me a warm, loving, passionate kiss. “That was one of the most intense orgasms I have ever experienced! Thank you for giving me such pleasure”, she said as we held each other tightly in a passionate embrace. She proceeded to give me the most explosive blow job I have ever had. Then, we both fell asleep while lovingly holding each other. What a fantastic experience for both of us! We both can’t wait to do it again! |
| Name: | clyde davis78 |
| E-mail address: | clyde_davis78@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | i hope more people write some stories i love reading them |
| Name: | Remarker |
| Comments: | alright, burglar !
:) |
| Name: | burglar |
| Comments: | Last weekend, my wife asked if we could play an all day fantasy game. She wanted me to use thick cloth duct tape and wrap her entire body in it. Also, she told me that she wanted me to make her be as uncomfortable as possible. We started early in the morning and didn't finish until early that night. First, I had her put on her new, leopard print g-string bikini that I recently purchased for her. The bikini had a very small triangle tied top and equally small g-string bottom held together by two very tiny strings. After she put it on, I began to get aroused. I took out a roll of thick cloth gray duct tape and began to wrap it
tightly around her ankles. I continued to wrap the tape up her legs, thighs, and up to her g-string bottom where I stopped, at least for now. I then proceeded to wrap the tape around her belly and up to her chest but stopped at her triangle-tied top. I then lifted her up and lay her down on the bed. I tore off a long strip of tape and placed it over her mouth and then took another one and placed that over her eyes. With her now completely tied, gagged and rendered sightless, I left the room and went into the kitchen. I took out a tray of frozen ice cubes and dumped them into a bowl. I then returned to my pretty "victim". As I entered the room, she heard my footsteps and began to writhe on the bed and repeatedly moan through her gag. I was now getting turned on by the site of my helpless wife. I took six ice cubes pulled open her g-string bottom, and placed the cubes on top of her pubic mons. Immediately, she began to loudly moan through her gag. Then I placed three ice cubes in each of her triangle bra cups. Again she began to moan and moan. Now, I just sat there and watched as the frozen ice cubes were slowly melting inside her g-string bottom and top. What a turn on!! As the ice melted, she continued to writhe, struggle against her bonds, and loudly moan and mmmmmmph through her gag. Tears started streaming down her cheeks. After the ice had completely melted, I removed her g-string bikini and dried her off. I then began to suck, nibble and lick her clitoris. She became very wet and I became very hard, at which time I inserted my rock-hard rod into her moist little pussy. After I came, I withdrew and then stood her up. I took some more cloth duct tape and then wrapped some around her cute pubic mound and her lovely breasts. I lay her back down on the bed and watched her for a couple of hours. She struggled and mmmphed loudly, but was unable to free herself from her tight bonds or effective gag. Finally, I took a pair of scissors and began to cut away the tape. As I pulled off a strip, one at a time, she would moan and mmmph through her gag. As I was removing the tape from her pubic mound, some of her hair from her dark bush was removed along with the tape. As this happened, she would scream through her tightly gagged lips and tears would appear streaming down her cheeks. When all the tape had been removed, and I finally removed her gag and blindfold, she quickly sat up and gave me a deep, passionate kiss. She then proceeded to lick me all over and give me a fantastic blowjob, followed by some great sex. We continued to engage in oral, vaginal and anal sex for several more hours. |
| Name: | Remarker |
| Comments: | burglar, well done !
:) |
| Name: | burglar |
| Comments: | During the past week or so, my wife and I have had a fun
time of incorporating ice into our fantasy sexual adventures. First, she asks me to tie her up. This involves my tying her either to the bed, spread-eagled or on a wooden captain's chair. I make sure that she is tied nice and tight so that she can't squirm or move. Then, I take a large wad of cotton and pack it into her mouth. I then take a scarf and tie that between her teeth. Finally, I take several strips of packing tape and place them over her mouth. I then tell her to talk. All she is able to do is to utter very soft muffled noises. Now, for the fun. I take a small vibrator and after putting some lube on it, place it in her butt. Then, I take a larger vibrator and place that one inside of her womanly sex. Then, I turn them both on to high and leave the room to get the ice. While I am gone, I can hear her moaning and attempting to scream out in delight from the orgasms she is having from the vibrators. I then return with a small bowl full of ice cubes. I remove the two vibrators from her and then take an ice cube and slowly begin to rub it over her breasts, and then over her clitoris. The sensation of cold makes her squirm and try to shout out with pleasure and delight. Then, I take two ice cubes and place them inside of her womanly sex. I then take the large vibrator and re-inset it so that she has both the ice cubes and vibrator inside. I then turn the vibrator on low and hold it in. The sensation of the ice, along with the vibrator, is so intense that she starts to buck hard, moan profusely and then begin to cry with delight. She is really getting turned on as I notice that her whole body is shaking with wave after wave of orgasm. While the ice cube and vibrator are inside, I also use my tongue to lightly nibble, suck and lick her clitoris. She has such a tremendous orgasm from this that tears are streaming down her cheeks and her breasts are heaving up and down in a rhythmic motion. After several minutes like this, I remove the vibrator, and then place my rock-hard penis into her now very wet vagina. While coming inside of her, her body attempts to buck and strain against her restraints. After I have come and she has had a tremendously fulfilled orgasm, I untie her, remove her gag and then hold her ever so gently and romantically. She tells me that she wants to do this again when we have another hot spell. I'm ready to go. |
| Name: | clyde davis78 |
| E-mail address: | clyde_davis78@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | hey roger when are you posting more stories. i am wiating to read them and if anyone else has any pleas post them |
| Name: | Roger |
| Comments: | Not a wife episode this time, but the story of how I got started tying up girls.
I was pretty lucky as a kid. I got to tie up almost every girl in my neighborhood. I mostly learned the ropes, so to speak, from watching old Superman re-runs where Lois Lane was always getting tied up. I discovered my obsession with bound and gagged girls at a very early age. I didn't know why I liked it so much, I just did. When I finally actually got to tie up a real girl, the "naughty factor" made me me almost giddy with delight. I knew it was inherently naughty, and if I got caught, I'd be in Big Trouble. More than a few clotheslines went missing in my neighborhood. I kept ropes and gags stashed up in the woods behind the house. I had a nice campsite set up where I could tie and gag all my girlfriends, close enough to the road where we could duck into the woods on the walk home from the bus stop in the afternoon for a quick-tie. Sandra and Wendy used to actually ask me to tie them up–together. They let me take off their socks and shoes and tickle their feet. Barbara always volunteered to be the prisoner, whatever the game was, and seemed to like being placed on display bound and gagged. Michele liked to be kidnaped and rescued. Katie let me tie and gag her, but not when others were around. And I wasn't ever supposed to tell anyone she got tied up. I recently tried and track down Nancy, the girl who used to babysit me and my brothers. No luck, though. I sure would've liked to thank her, but she passed away in 2004. Nancy was about 14 at the time. I guess I was maybe 10. We were watching an old Superman re-run, and Lois Lane was tied and gagged (again). I remarked that Lois was always getting tied up. I asked Nancy if she'd ever been tied up. She said no. I asked her if she wanted to. She said okay! From then on, every time she came to sit, it went something like this: After my younger brothers went to bed, I 'd tell Nancy I had something to show her in the basement. And every time, she would follow me downstairs where I had a chair, various ropes, and gags. Nancy was a slender girl with long, dark hair. She almost always wore cutoffs, a t-shirt and penny loafers. She would sit in the chair and let me tie and gag her. I bound her hands behind her, gagged her with my cub scout neckerchief tied in her mouth, and lashed her securely to the chair. I'd ask her to try and get loose. Most times she couldn't. After watching her wriggle and give up, I would slip off her shoes, and tie clothesline or box twine between her toes, and tickle her feet a little. She didn't like that at first, but let me do it anyway. One time, my folks phoned the house while Nancy was tied up. I ran upstairs and answered it. My dad wanted to talk to Nancy. I ran back down to the basement and untied her feet and slipped off her gag and helped her upstairs. I held the phone to her face. After she spoke to my Dad, I hung up the phone, and she said my parents would be home a little later than usual. I asked if she would stay tied up a little longer and she said okay. So I sat her in a chair in the kitchen, got my ropes from the basement for her feet, and re-tied and gagged her in the kitchen. Nancy outed me once. We were at school, standing in line for the bus. (We had K through 9 in our school.) Nancy was just ahead of me with a couple of her friends. She turned and looked at me, and said, "Roger likes to tie people up in ropes." The girls giggled, and I was a little embarrassed. I didn't say anything, because I didn't want to make her mad and ruin it. Well, she continued to let me tie her up anyway. One time, Nancy couldn't make it over to sit. So her older sister, Lorraine, substituted. She was about 17, a senior in high school, I think. After she sent my brothers to bed, Lorraine went out to the kitchen, pulled a chair from the table, and sat down. The TV was on in the den; I thought it was strange she would just sit in the kitchen. I asked Lorraine what she was doing. "My sister said you might want to show me something," she answered. "Okay," I answered and Lorraine followed me down the stairs to the basement. I wasn't really ready, because I knew Nancy wasn't coming. But the chair was in its usual place. Lorraine stood with her hands clasped behind her as I got my ropes and gag out of my hiding place. "Nancy likes to get tied up," I said. "I know," Lorraine said as she sat in the chair. "She told me." I was tingling with excitement as Lorraine sat in the chair, crossed her hands behind her and let me tie them. This was somewhat of new experience for me. I had bound and gagged Nancy many times, but Lorraine was more grown up. She had boobs and curves. She was wearing a short dress. She was practically a grown woman to me. Next I tied her ankles. When I rolled up my neckerchief and held it to her face, she opened wide. She knew exactly what was coming. Apparently Nancy had filled her in on all the details. After gagging her, I used my remaining ropes to tie her legs and arms and tie her to the chair. "Wanna see something Nancy likes?" I asked. She nodded yes. I got out the box twine. I slipped off Lorraine's shoes and laced the twine between her toes. She giggled as I tied her feet and toes. "Nancy really likes that," I said. "Mmm hmm," she answered through her gag. I tickled her feet and watched her wriggle and laugh. "Whap fime iv ip?" Lorraine asked. I told her I'd check. I ran upstairs to check the kitchen clock and came back down. "About ten," I said. "You pharempf mm vee home foom." "I know." "Mavee if fime ff umfie me." "Okay, five more minutes?" Lorraine nodded yes. After a few minutes, I suggested a game, and told Lorraine we should pretend she's kidnaped, and she could call for help and I'd come and save her (played that game a lot with Sandra). So, I went to the top of the stairs, and after a moment she began calling for help. I came down and untied her. She sat in the chair and rubbed her wrists, put her shoes on, and went upstairs. I stashed my ropes and gag in their hiding place and went up to the den. A few weeks later, Nancy was back. "I heard you tied up my sister," Nancy said. "Uh-huh." "I warned her about you." I would loved to have heard that conversation. And down to the basement we went. Lorraine returned one more time after that, and spent the evening tied to the chair and gagged again. I've always wondered if the girls ever got tied up again after me. I moved away when I was 14, which was probably best, since I was starting to "think stuff" about girls. Tied-up girls. Thanks, Nancy. Thanks, Lorraine. And all the other girls! I'd be interested to read how some of the rest of you out there got your start in this "hobby." ☺ |
| Name: | hogtied couple |
| E-mail address: | whitecouple4blk@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | please roger lets here more and wife gagger email us please |
| Name: | clyde davis78 |
| E-mail address: | clyde_davis78@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | roger keep writing and i wish more would also. i dont have any thing to write or tell about my wife or anyone else. i wish i did but i come in here every day looking for something to read |
| Name: | Rger |
| Comments: | Thanks, wifegagger. As long as I know people are reading and apperciating, I'll keep posting! |
| Name: | wifegagger |
| Comments: | Awesome Roger!!! |
| Name: | Roger |
| Comments: | In a small apartment, a young wife and mother lies hogtied nude on the living room floor. She is bound securely with thick, snug ropes and gagged with a red bandana tied in her mouth.
Alone and helplessly bound, she contemplates her predicament. She's tested her ropes, and has abandoned any notion of escape. She resigns herself to remaining tied and gagged until she is rescued. The gag in her mouth is growing wet with saliva. She tries to raise her head to look at the clock on the wall to see how long she's been tied up, but it's hard. The gag stretches tight into the corners of her mouth as she attempts to raise her head. Her nose itches a little, from her hair tickling it. She tries to scratch it on the carpet. It works, but it's awkward. She is slightly startled as the phone rings. She lies helpless as the answering machine gets it. But no message. Time passes. The ropes are beginning to feel tight. Her gag is soggy in her mouth. She tries to move around, but all she can really do is wriggle her fingers and toes. However she does actually enjoy the sensation of the clothesline tied between her toes. She wonders now if that second cup of tea earlier was a good idea. She has to pee. Oh, not bad, yet, but the sensation makes her more conscious of the rope tied between her legs and up her ass. It seems to have gotten tighter, and she senses it pressing against her clitoris. She hears a car pull into the driveway and stop. She hears the car door open and close, and keys jingling at the door to the apartment. Her husband steps in with a small shopping bag in his hand. He closes the door and just stares at her. Her gag muffles her words. It sounds like she's saying, "Help! I'm bound and gagged!" She repeats her calls for help, as her husband simply watches. She struggles in her ropes. Her nipples are getting sensitive from rubbing on the carpet. That crotchrope is pressing harder on her clit. Her husband leisurely removes several rolls of film from the shopping bag and loads one into his camera. She follows him with her eyes as he photographs her hogtied nude. She poses, as best she can in her ropes and gag. He tells her to roll on her side. She does her best to swing her legs and get some momentum to roll over. It takes several tries. She hears the motor drive on the camera run as she struggles to move. He wants her face down again, but this time he moves her himself. She lies helpless as he changes the roll of film in the camera. She really needs to pee now. Not the best time for him to tickle her feet, but she holds on. Finally, he unties the hogrope binding her wrists to her ankles. He begins the arduous task of untying her. It takes a few minutes. He unties the knots and loosens her ropes, but leaves it to her to get out of her ropes and remove her gag herself. After a few minutes, she returns to the living room, nude with the gag dangling around her neck. She has deep, crisp rope marks all over her body. He takes her in his arms and kisses her. * * * That was my wife hogtied and gagged that day. The photos turned out great. I have an extensive collection of bondage pictures. You can find just about anything you want these days. But my favorites are of a 26-year-old blonde girl hogtied and gagged in her apartment. To all of you lovely ladies out there who let us bind and gag you and photograph you, thanks! Trust me when I say on behalf of all us lucky fellows, seeing one's own wife bound and tied in ropes and gags is the best. Oh sure, it's fun to look at pictures of tied up girls. I especially love the vintage stuff, the old Bettie Page pics from the 50s. But seeing my own wife in bondage is the hottest thing ever, and girls, we all feel that way about you. |
| Name: | anonymous |
| Comments: | An Unexpected Surprise
My lovely Asian Wife is always concerned that I am able to cum when we make love. She feels that when we engage in fantasy role play this will help me to cum much better, longer and stronger than if she performs oral sex with me. Also, as part of the fantasy role play, she likes it when I tie her up, completely restrain her, and include sensory deprivation as part of our fantasy role play lovemaking. For her, she finds that I cum stronger and last longer if I cum in her small little rosebud. And, I have to admit, I do have a much more powerful ejaculation when I come in her rectum. She likes to fantasize in our role play that she is being attacked by a burglar (me) who has stripped her, tied her spread-eagled and face down on her stomach on the bed, and has gagged her with a panty, placed tape over her mouth, put cotton balls over her eyes and then tape over the cotton balls, and stuffed cotton into her ears. Just her telling me this makes me get hard. Since this is her fantasy, I am very eager to oblige. Yesterday afternoon, I walked up to my wife while she was in the Kitchen and said to her “want to be ravished?” Immediately she turned around and said “let’s do it now.” I told her to wait in the kitchen and then come into the bedroom in about fifteen minutes. While she was waiting, I prepared to make her fantasy come true. However, I had an unexpected surprise for her- Ginger. As my wife entered the bedroom and being ready and in disguise, I grabbed her and clamped my hand over her mouth, telling her to “keep quiet.” I then shut the door and with my hand over her mouth, I told her “don’t do anything stupid. I am just here to rob you. But first, I need to make sure you are restrained and secured so you can’t escape and summon help.” Do you understand? Nod your head if you understand.” She nodded her head. “Good, I said, now I am going to take my hand off your mouth. Don’t scream.” She did as told. “Now, I want you to go get the following from your drawers: two clean panties.” She did as told. “Next, I want you to go to the bathroom and get four cotton balls.” She again did as told. “Now hand those over to me.” She gave me the panties, and the cotton balls. “Now, I want you to take off all of your clothes, and then go lie face down on the bed, on your stomach, with your arms and legs spread out.” Again, she did as told. With her nude, face down and spread eagled on the bed, I began to restrain her. Using the duct tape I already had with me. I tightly taped each of her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed. Then, I picked up the panties. “Open your mouth”, I told her. She did as told. I shoved the panties into her mouth and then applied tape over her mouth to hold the panties in place. Next, I placed two cotton balls over her yes and secured those with tape as well. Then, I took the two remaining cotton balls and placed one in each ear. Looking at her being helpless, fully exposed and sensory deprived made my cock start to get hard. Now, with her fully restrained and unable to speak, see or hear, I removed my clothes and my black ski-mask. I climbed on top of her and began to slowly rub my now hard cock over her pussy and rectum. While I was doing this, she began to moan and mew through her gag and squirm against her restraints. I could tell she was enjoying having my cock rub against her small puckered rosebud as her moans and mews became louder and louder. Just as I started to press my dick against her rectum, I stopped. Immediately she started to moan and mew as if telling me she wanted me to continue. However, I had a surprise for her. I took a piece of cut ginger and placed it in her rectum. Immediately, she began to squirm, moan and mew with more intensity. She struggled, mewed and moaned through her gag and began shaking her head from side to side. I just watched with delight as the ginger was doing its job. Her body was shaking and she was bucking as the ginger continued to remain in her rectum for at least ten minutes. During that time, I saw she was having multiple, small orgasms. All of a sudden, her body began to violently shake with a huge, final orgasm and then a huge wet patch began to appear under her body. When she stopped shaking, I removed the ginger root from her rectum and then removed her gag, blindfold and restraints. She then slowly got up, turned to me, and gave me a big hug and a passionate kiss. “This was the most intense and earth-shattering orgasm I have ever had”, she said. “I loved it. From now on, I want our fantasy role plays to always be this way.” |
| Name: | clyde davis78 |
| E-mail address: | clyde_davis78@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | hey what happened to the stories no one is writing any. i wish i had some i could put in here but i dont |
| Name: | Remarker |
| Comments: | Pellicule, I'm sure it is an accident. I'm confident War Marchine will continue the excellent story. While we wait, please everyone, step up with YOUR true tales or fiction. |
| Name: | Pellicule |
| Comments: | I note with some alarm that there is no "to be continued" at the bottom of Warmachine's latest post, and hope this was just an authorial oversight. Please keep going, each chapter helps turn this into a long-form classic! |
| Name: | WarMachine |
| Comments: | When I got there I stood at the door where the case was hidden. He was telling the boys that they shouldn’t have run off like that and that Auntie C was very busy so they should return to the house. But then Carter said that Auntie C said we could come over. Caught off guard I simply nodded and chocked out a yes. Mr. H told the boys I was just being polite and to come along. Well they started to make such a fuss that I jumped in and said to leave the boys here, they weren’t any trouble. He made sure I was sincere and added on his way out to send them home if they became a nuisance. Then back home he went.
I put my hands on my hips and looked down at them. I mildly scolded them, but I wasn’t really mad at them. I told them they could stay but I had some things I had to do and turned to pick up the case behind the door. But when I went to grab it, it was gone! I turned to the boys and asked them where did they hide it. They said they hid it because they didn’t want Grandpa to find it. I said very well, thank you and could you get it now? They said they’d get it and took off. They were gone a little longer than they should have been, then Ernie came back with one of the wrist cuffs! I frantically asked where was the Police Case! He said here is one piece and I took it from him. He informed me Carter had the rest. I rushed to the next room but didn’t see him. Then Ernie came up and said that Carter said I had to put whatever piece I found on me. Why those little rascals. I didn’t want to but to expedite the recovery of everything else I said ok. So I put the cuff on my wrist and showed him. Then Ernie took one of the padlocks from his pocket, unlocked it with the key he produced and motioned for me to lower my wrist. I had put the cuff on loosely but Ernie tightened it and snapped the small padlock to it. It looks like they had given this little ploy some thought. I asked him now what and he said we look for the other stuff in the house. We moved through room and I spotted the leg cuffs with two padlocks and a chain. I went to them with Ernie in tow. I picked them up but Ernie was at my ankles so I let him put them on me. I might as well keep them happy were my thoughts. I wanted to get this over with before Mr. H came back or someone else paid us a visit. While he was hooking up the chain to hobble me I asked how long would I have to wear this? He said that Carter said once you found every things we were done. We found an elbow cuff next. Then I found the chocker and padlock. Mr. H had added it to our collection because he like women with chokers and it was handy to hook on things because it had four chrome rings on it. It locked like the other cuffs. When Ernie finished insuring it was sung he padlocked it on and said they weren’t sure what it was. I was learning not to underestimate these boys, the hard way. In the sink we unfortunately found the ball gag. Rather than having Ernie put it on, I wanted to put this on myself for obvious reasons. Then we found the other wrist cuff. I let Ernie put it on but placed my hands together in front of me hoping he would fasten them there. No such luck. He said Auntie C you know your hands go behind you. So he fastened them together with the padlock already on my other wrist. When he was finished he called to Carter and said, ‘okay, got her!’ Carter came booming down the stairs, thank god, with the case. They were congratulating them selves for capturing Auntie C. I let them have their moment then mumbled to them to release me. Once they understood what I wanted Carter said I still had the other elbow cuff to put on. I shook my head but he said I had to have everything on before they were done. So I let him put the other cuff on. Thinking they were going to put the chain on I was surprised when I could feel them trying to get my elbows together. I wouldn’t have mined it much except I had not put a bra on figuring I would change before I went over. I had a plain white t shirt, shorts and no socks on. With my elbows behind my back the material stretched across my top would enhance my boobs and clearly show more than I intended. But I knew if I struggled to hard the boys would only prolong the bondage. So when Carter told me to kneel so they could connect my elbows I conceded. So they now had me all restrained. I gave them some time to gloat then turned my back to them to indicate I wanted the cuffs taken off. Well it looked like I wasn’t going to be release right after they put all the police cuffs on me but some time after. I was a little angry with them but felt more foolish at myself for allowing two small boys to truss me up so thoroughly. Well this time they had plans for me rather than just staring. Carter pulled out a chain; this one had a clasp at each end that you would find on a dog leash. It was three or four feet long and that’s just he used it for. It was clipped to my collar. Then the humiliation began. They led me around like a dog. First one would walk me through the house then the other one wanted a turn. When they tugged on the leash I had no choice but to follow. Finally when they started to argue I remembered our rule and I started to snap my fingers. At first they looked at me then they seemed to remember what that meant at the same time. I knelt down and Carter removed my gag. Finally! I thought. Very calmly I told them that they’ve had their fun but it was time to release me like they promised. Then Carter said they had promised to release me after I had on all the police stuff on but they didn’t say when. I was trying to appeal to their eight year old intellect. I said that that was a technicality. Ernie asked what was ‘technity’? I told them it means that as soon as I had on the police cuffs they were to let me go. I added that they wouldn’t want their Grandfather to find that his Grandkids were miss behaving, What if he decided to come over now? Like I said, they had given this some thought. Ernie said they would put me in the bathroom until Grandpa left. Then Carter said they would let me go when they said so and rammed the gag back into my mouth and buckled it tightly. I was now at the mercy of these two boys. They continued to walk me through my home Then Carter decided he wanted to see what was in the basement. He took me to the stair well and I hesitated. I had never tried to climb or descend a set of stairs before while hobbled. I stood their shaking my head no and snapping my fingers. This time they didn’t remove the gag. Carter seemed to be a little pissed I had tried to end their fun early. I held up a foot indicating the chain and he realized why I didn’t want to go down. After he removed it he pulled on the leash and I had to follow bent over down the stairs while Ernie followed. I was watching my step trying not to fall being bound the way I was but Carter was watching something else, My boobs! Carter had kept the leash very taught which kept me slightly bent forward. This made my boobs hang down and out. They would sway from side to side as my body made exaggerated movements due to the bondage. They would bounce whenever I took a step making them ‘jiggle’. But the worse part was I was starting to drool! It was dripping onto my top and getting it wet. This made the thin material of my T shirt stick to my boobs while rendering the material see-through. When we got to the bottom, Cater called Ernie around to face me. Cater was infatuated with my boobs. He told Ernie to look at my boodies and told me to jump. Well, that wasn’t going to happen. He kept telling me and I shook my head, snapped my fingers and kept turning away from them but they both were on my leash and kept pulling me back. Finally Ernie told Cater that we should take the ball-strap out of my mouth and Cater said that he knew what I wanted (to be let go). He turned to Ernie and asked him if he wanted to let me go? I was nodding my head yes but Ernie said no. Drat! Our basement is half finished. On one side there is a rec-room with couches, chairs, wall mounted Plasma TV, DVD, the works. The other half held the furnace, tools and our exercise equipment consisting of a couple of machines, bench and treadmill. Carter still wanting me to move my boobs kept me walking back and forth; he picked up the pace and realized that the faster I moved, the more my boobs bounced. Well he kept trying to pick up the pace but kept running out of room. Finally he gave up and handed the leash over the Ernie who had been complaining that it was his turn. Ernie was gentler and didn’t pull so hard. He let me sit down because I was a little winded after my little jaunt with Carter. I think he took pity on me. Anyway when Carter went into the other room to see what was in there I made every effort to make Ernie un-gag me. I ‘umphed’, and turned my head so he could get to the buckle. Just when I felt him about to unbuckle the strap, Cater poke his head around and told Ernie to bring me in there. I was so close! When Ernie pulled on the chain I followed. Carter had discovered the treadmill because he said it was like the one they had at home. He grabbed the leash and pulled me toward the machine. I stopped dead in my tracks. I wasn’t going to go on there tied up the way I was. Both of them were now pulling and just when I thought I was going to loose the tug of war the phone rang! We all looked at each other with wide eyes then made for the phone. The call display indicated that it Mr, H! I ‘umphed’ and pushed my face toward them to take my gag off. So when I bent down Ernie came to my rescue and started to remove my gag. Finally, out it came followed by a trail of saliva. Meanwhile Carter had pick up the phone and was talking to his Grandfather. I worked my jaw then Carter said he wanted to talk to me, I could see the terror in his eyes, he knew he was in trouble. He held the receiver to my ear. Mr. H said that his ride was there early and he was going to leave. He asked if the boys were giving me any trouble, I just told him that we’ve just been running around a little. He said his ride wanted to see the boys; would I bring them over. I told him that they were pretty busy playing with the new toys they had found. Then he asked if he could come over. I hesitated calculating if the boys could release me before they arrived. I told him that I was in no condition to receive guest but maybe when they returned they could see them. He said okay then asked if I was Okay. I said oh sure just a little winded, the boys really had me running. He laughed and said he knew they could be a hand full. He thanked me again and I said they would be waiting when he got home. Good Bye. Whew! Crisis averted. At least now I could talk to these kids. I stood up before either of them could replace the gag. I told them play time was over and we had to go back to their house. Then I said that they had broken the rules. They should have taken the ball-strap out of my mouth when I signaled them. Further I asked Carter why he was trying to make my boobies go up and down. He looked down and said he didn’t know, and then he said he thought they were nice. I told him he shouldn’t be looking at them. Then he asked me why. That stumped me and the only thing I could think to say was because women don’t like you looking at them. I could see he was confused when he asked why again. I was running out of reasons and starting to see why. These kids were innocent and curious, they didn’t know why they liked them and I couldn’t give them an explanation they would understand. Then he asked me if I was going to tell his Grandpa. I said of course not and told them that they were good boys (other than keeping me tied up). He very sadly asked in his little voice if I didn’t like him looking at them. Now I’m not a physiatrist but something was telling me to just let it go. So I said no, I don’t mind. He smiled and said okay. We both looked down at them and the top of my boobs were sticking to the t shirt. Then we both laughed. I got up again as I had kneeled to talk to him and said now can you please take these off of me. Ernie said he didn’t have as long a turn as Carter and it wasn’t fair. And he pouted. Well I could see this wasn’t going to be over quickly. I said don’t you think I’ve been tied up long enough. Still pouting he explained that I wasn’t tied up I was ‘cuffed up’ and no apparently I wasn’t ‘cuffed up’ long enough. I’m such a push over so I asked if another five minutes would be enough. Then Carter whispered in his ear, Ernie said ten. Alright, ten. Again Carter whispered in his ear, and he wanted to put the ball-strap in my mouth just like Carter did. I said alright but if I snap my fingers and you don’t take it out we will never play again, deal? Deal. So in the gag went, Ernie tightened it then Carter corrected him, grabbed the strap and said it has to be tighter or it will come out and the corners of my mouth were once again pulled back. Then just as Ernie was going to take me for a walk Carter stopped him and told me to put my feet together. Having just giving him a speech that I didn’t mind the boob stare I relented and let them padlock my ankles together. I knew what was going to happen next. Ernie pulled on the leach I was jerked forward then had to hop so as not to fall down. The boys were in front of me watching my boobs bounce. Now I like to think I have firm breasts but they are the breasts of a fifty-ish year old woman. So although they’re firm and ample, they weren’t as tight as they were thirty years ago. If the boys wanted to see bounce, they couldn’t have pick a better set of knockers. So there we were two small boys tugging on a chain making this bound and gagged woman hop, just to see her boobs bounce. I can’t tell you how long I was hopping but after what I thought was ten minutes, I snapped my fingers. They immediately stopped and rushed to remove my gag. I told them time was up, it was time to release me. They gave me the ‘ah, it wasn’t ten minutes yet.’ I just said a deal is a deal. I saw Ernie hold his wiener like he had to pee. I asked him that very question. He nodded and I said well why don’t you go? He didn’t want to miss his turn. I said hurry up we’ll wait and he took off. I asked Carter to release me and he said Ernie had the key. When he returned I asked him for the key. Ernie checked his pocket then the other one he didn’t have it. Then I asked Carter if he had it and he said he gave it to Ernie. I started to panic slightly. Carter said Ernie lost it, Ernie said he didn’t and the accusations started. I broke up the fight by telling them there must be another key in the case. So we all went upstairs, Carter then Ernie, still holding my leash and me bringing up the rear. Carter checked the case and there wasn’t any other key. This wasn’t good. I told the boys to start checking every place they’ve been Ernie, check the bathroom. We all started searching the house. We didn’t find the key. I was panicking now but I held my composure for the boy’s sake. There must be another key at Mr. H’s house because I distinctly remember seeing a small black bag in the case that Mr. H took the key from and it sounded like there were more keys. Then I realized I now had to cross the backyards like this! I could have let the boys go next door but they didn’t know what to look for and I didn’t want to leave them alone. I thought about cutting the cuffs off but that was an accident waiting to happen. Instead I told the boys to get my coat and put it around my shoulders. They wanted to know why. I told them because I didn’t want anyone to see my police cuffs when we went outside. They couldn’t understand why that was a problem, were they doing something wrong? I didn’t want to confuse them or promote the situation and just told them I didn’t want anyone else to play, it was our secret; remember? They assured me that they wouldn’t let anyone else play so they put the coat back on the hook. Not wanting to waste anymore time I said alright; just make sure no one is looking at us and we’ll go over. I had them insure all the police equipment was back in the case, then we started to leave when Carter said hold on. He wanted to put the ball strap back in my mouth because I was still their prisoner. I told him the game was over and we just needed the key to take the cuffs off. He didn’t agree and politely asked to put it back in my mouth. We had wasted enough time already and I had been in these restraints long enough I just let him put it back on. They led me across the yard and into Mr. H’s house. Luckily no one saw us, not that I could tell anyway. I snapped my fingers and the gag was removed. I told the boys to look for a small back bag with strings on the end to close it. After a few minutes of searching I was starting to get anxious. That was when Erie said he had found it! Thank god! He opened it and took out one of the keys and unlocked my wrist cuffs. What a relief once the last cuff was removed. It took me a few minutes to get the feeling back to my arms and hands. We put everything away and I put the case back in its place then I said we have to go back to my house so I could change. I changed out of my “wet t-shirt” and put on proper clothes, and freshened up. Once ready we made our way over to Mr. H’s house. Of course they wanted to play capture the spy using their ropes but I begged off informing them that I needed a break and perhaps later we could play. To take their mind off of it I asked if they wanted pizza and we could pick up a movie when we went to pick it up. I was back in their good books. I place the order over the phone then we left for the video store. |
| Name: | clyde_davis789 |
| E-mail address: | clyde_davis78@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | when is the next story coming from warmachine cant wait to read it and i dont like reading |
| Name: | a1984944 |
| E-mail address: | greengag@gmail.com |
| Comments: | Love the stories here so I thought I'd share as well.
My wife had never had a bondage experience till we were married - even when we dated, it never came up until our wedding night when a girl from my work handed her a bag and said it was for the honeymoon. We had gone out a few times with Jill and her husband while we dated and it was a no brainer to invite them to the wedding - I am so thankful we did!! I had always loved seeing a bound and gagged woman sice the day I was walking thru the woods and found an old Penthouse that featured two ladies in black outfits and one had this STUNNING red ball between her lips!! I search for that issue/pics to this day and have never found them! The first girl i tied up was a gf in college - i brought knee high pantyhose over one night and tied her spreadeagle on the bed. As I entered her, she had an uncontrolable orgasm but we ended up breaking up not long after that. So back to the wedding night, we go to the hotel, still in our dress and tux and open the package. In it are two long coils of rope so I had a little fun tying my wifes to the posts as she sat up in the bed. After snapping a few pics, I noticed she was turned on a bit so we went at it. Later that evening, I hogtied her onn the bed and made her satisfy me w her mouth. When we were done, I asked how she liked it and she said she loved me being in complete control. I explained that I too found it a turn on to BE in control! That was the last time I tied her up during our honeymoon/ To be continued... |
| Name: | WarMachine |
| E-mail address: | warmachine11@hotmail.com |
| Comments: | Anyway one day I arrived and he said he couldn’t play today because he had to go to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription. The pharmacy was at the end of the street about a five minute walk. He asked me if I wanted to come along. I said sure since I had gotten off of work early and was expecting to spend the next half hour tied up. But just as we were about to leave, I had an idea and asked him to hold on. I went to the bondage case and returned with the handcuffs. Remember these I said. He said yes but wondered what I was going to do with them. I handed them to him turned around and told him to put them on. Once then were secure I told him to wrap my jacket around my shoulders and button the top button. Then I had him tuck the sleeves into the pockets and said ready.
He asked if I really planned to go out like that. I said sure why not? Then he looked behind me and said my fingers were poking out the bottom. I told him that a person can walk with their hands behind them? He just looked at me and said you’re crazy and off we went. The walk to the pharmacy proved more strenuous and exhilarating than I expected. Although the handcuffs were covered my fingers weren’t. Even though this was my idea, I felt so exposed. I kept thinking that everyone we passed knew I was handcuffed. We passed neighbors and friends and if they gave me a second glance I immediately panicked. When we arrived at the pharmacy I followed Mr. H to the prescription counted. His order would be ready in ten minutes. Ten minutes seemed like an eternity. I walked around the store trying to avoid other people. Mr. H kept telling me to relax but I couldn’t. I was continually on the look out for someone trying to pierce my secret; my dirty little secret. Finally the order was ready and we headed home. As we left the store two teenagers who were in the store were outside. They were eyeing me. I hoped it was because I was a good looking â€Cougar’ and not because I was wearing handcuffs. I could see them speaking to each other then they started to follow us! I told Mr. H that I thought those kids were following us. He laughed and said what were they going to do? Anyway they turned down another street half way home. All went well until we got home. As I was waiting for Mr. H to open the door, a gust of wind blew the back of my jacket exposing my cuffed wrists. I quickly spun around and when I did I caught the attention of a couple walking past the house. They quickly looked at me. I turn crimson with embarrassment. I thought they saw the handcuffs. If they did they didn’t react because they turned their heads and kept walking. The door opened and I rushed inside. Safe! All this time Mr. H was having a ball watching me squirm. He told me that he bet I wouldn’t do that again and I said was he kidding? It was great! I couldn’t wait to do it again. Well the opportunity presented it self sooner than expected. A day later on Saturday, my husband was to work in Mr. H’s basement. The water softener needed to be moved and my husband was going to re-rout the water pipes. I had finished my work at home, decided to make a lunch for my man and Mr. H and went over to drop it off. I came in the back door and called out to Mr. H. Hearing no response I move into the kitchen to drop off the food. Suddenly someone came up behind me and place their hand over my mouth. My surprise was quickly abated when I turned and realized it was Mr. H. He pushed me forward, still covering my mouth and led me toward his spare room. He whispered in my ear to keep quiet because my husband was still downstairs. What I saw when he opened the door shocked me. On the bed was his collection of rope! While I stood there in stunned silence, Mr. H stuffed the ball gag in my mouth and connected all the straps of the harness gag. He was going to tie me up with my husband directly one floor below me! He maneuvered me toward the bed then took some rope and began tying me up. My hands and elbows were tightly tied behind me. Then he wrapped a few turns of rope around my waist over my wrists snuggly and cinched the rope between my wrists and back. Next he had me lie down on the bed facing the door that entered the room. He tied my knees and ankles as tightly as my arms and hands. He slipped a rope between my ankles. I was waiting for him to hogtie me but instead he slipped the other end of the rope through a ring in the strap on top of my head and pulled the rope back to my feet. Then he started to pull. What a shock it was when my head started to come up off the bed while my feet where pulled up to my wrists. He had connected the rope to a ring on my head and was now drawing me into a hogtie! He pulled the rope until my feet went as far as they would go. Meanwhile my head was pulled so far back that I was starring at the ceiling. He tied the end off to my ankle rope. I was in the most restrained position I had ever been in and now I knew what the ring on top of my head was for. Mr. H leaned down to me and in a low voice said not to move or make a sound; my husband was almost done downstairs. Was he joking! I couldn’t move and couldn’t complain or even make a sound. So there I was a statue, hogtied starring at the ceiling; worried at moment my husband could inadvertently enter the room and find his wife in this humiliating, demoralizing position. The danger level had peaked. That’s when I got to thinking; how come I would let another man put me in this position but not want my husband to? Was it the brother sister thing I had with Mr. H? Was I afraid of letting my husband think I was submissive? As Mr. H left the room, he just closed the door when my husband came up the stairs. My husband asked if I was there. Mr. H said no. Then my husband must have seen the food on the counter and said I must be here. Mr. H quickly recovered and said I had been by but just to drop off the food. My husband said good thing because he was hungry. I had to endure waiting for them to finish eating. The torment only lasted twenty minutes or so because my husband had already finished downstairs and just had to clean up before he left. After he left Mr. H released me and checked to make sure I was okay. Other than the rope marks I was fine. I asked him about he thing with the head to ankle tie. He said he’d seen it on the internet and reminded me that I had said â€any position’. TouchĂ© again. I made ready to leave and as I did my husband saw me leaving the house. Mr. H was outside also when my husband asked where I was because Mr. H had told him I wasn’t there. I looked over at Mr. H then back at my husband and said something like he must have had me tied up somewhere; smiled at Mr. H and left it at that. Having me tied up while the threat of being discovered was a thrill for both of us. Mr. H, now sure I was comfortable with it, tried to accommodate. Not every time mind you, but enough. One time I was tied to the pole in basement while my husband helped Mr. H arrange some furniture upstairs. Had he walked downstairs he would have found me trussed to the pole. Another time I was hogtied on the living room table while Mr. H talked to a solicitor at the front door. The solicitor kept wanting to come in but Mr. H didn’t allow it because had he, the solicitor need only look to his right and find me hogtied staring at the ceiling. Mr. H had ordered a pizza and guess who was bound and gagged on the other side of the door? That’s right, yours truly. Then one day I came home and I noticed a strange car in Mr. H’s driveway. Figuring he had company, I didn’t bother going over. Later that evening there was a knock at the door and Mr. H was there with two small boys I would guess ages eight and nine. He introduced them as his grandsons Ernie and Carter. He said they would be staying for a while and wanted the boys to meet me as the person that helps grandpa around the house and a good friend. I said hi to them but they were shy and just said hello. Mr. H explained that I’d be over from time to time so he thought they should meet me. I said great. With that done, they left. The next day I went over to Mr. H’s house. The kids were there and Mr. H greeted me at the door. He was relieved to see me. He said the boys are bored already. They did the computer thing but there were no computer games, board games or toys the play with. I could see he was begging me to intervene with out really asking. So I got the boys together and asked them if anyone wanted to get some ice-cream? I could tell the younger one did and the older one just said well okay. I thought I could break the ice with them if I took them for a ride and let them get comfortable with me. Mr. H just looked at me and with relief and mouthed the words thank you. By the time we got back we were fast friends and I was now â€Auntie C.’. To entertain them we played games like tag, Simon Says and hide and seek. When I left I had to promise the boys I’d be over tomorrow, which I did. The next day before I went over to see the kids and Mr. H, I dug out some of my kids old toys (I’m still waiting for grandchildren). Actually I just grabbed one of the boxes I thought could carry, I didn’t know what was in it. When I go there the boys were excited to see me but more excited about the toys. Mr. H just looked relieved. Anyway the boys tore into the toys. Mr. H and I had coffee and talked. The toys took up all their interest so I didn’t waste much time there other than doing the dishes while we talked then went home. The next day when I arrived the boys were excited to see me and wanted to play a game. They had toy bows and arrows and toy six shooter guns. Mr. H said that they had found them in the toy box I brought and had been shooting each other all day. One was a cowboy the other was an Indian but both wanted to be Indians. So when I turned to them and said what should I be, they said cowgirl and handed me a toy gun. I asked how to play and they said that they hid behind things and tried to shoot each other with the bow and arrows. I said my gun doesn’t shoot anything and they said we’d pretend it did. Alright I said. Mr. H retired to his computer, I think he needed a break. It wasn’t really a game. They’d shoot their arrow, I’d duck behind something, the arrow would shoot over my head then I’d shoot my gun. They’d say I missed and run and get their arrow (they each had one). This went on until the nine year old (Carter) said he was bored. I said okay what else would you like to play? I was on my hands and knees at the time hiding when the eight year old (Ernie) decided to jump on my back. When he did, he said giddy up! He was pretty light so I neighed like a horse and started to crawl around the room on my hands and knees like a horse. After a bit Carter decided that it looked like fun and wanted a turn. Carter told him to get off and Erie said no. I intervened and said they should take turns. So Ernie reluctantly got off and Carter jumped on. We wasn’t much heavier than the little one so I played horsy with him. I took him around but he kept trying to steer me. I said tell me where to go and I’d go there, but he said horses can’t talk. Then he grabbed my hair (I have long blond hair) and started to jerk my head in the direction he wanted to go. I was annoyed and told him to let go. When he didn’t I said the ride was over. Then he lighted up and said he was sorry. Suffice it to say both kids used this method of steering their â€horse’. I told them I was tired and wanted to play another game (I had to give them one more ride each). When they didn’t come up with anything I suggested we go outside. We played the shoot up game then Carter stumbled across some rope hanging in the garage and came running out saying lets play capture the spy! I asked how the game was played. He said the spy would hide, then the other two agents would try to find him. When you did, you’d shoot the spy with your gun, tie them up and bring him back to your hideout. I thought like grandfather like grandson. I said okay because I wasn’t worried about getting tied up, I mean after what Mr. H has put me through this should be a cake walk. I asked where my rope was and he said you won’t need one because you’re going to play the spy! I said two against one doesn’t seem fair and Ernie said you’re bigger than us. Alright, I’ll give him that. The boys went inside to their hideout and said I had thirty seconds to hide. Once they were gone I frantically looked for a place to hide. There wasn’t anywhere other than behind the shed so I hid there. I heard â€times up!’ and out came the boys. Well one came around one end of the shed and the other around the other side and when they came around the corner they shot me. I of course played up my death scene and fell to the ground. They tried to move me but I would budge. Carter told me to get up and I said I’m dead. But in the end I sat up and let them tie me up. Tied up was a general term they wrapped rope around me, told me to get up and Carter took the end of the rope and led me into the house. The rope was so loose that by the time I got to the house I was cradling the rope in my arms because it would have fallen off. Nice job I commented. Carter said that they were going to retie me at the hide out, Ernie chimed in with a ya and real good to! Their hide out was the basement. They sat me in a straight back wooden chair. They each grabbed a hand and brought it behind my back and looped a few turns around my wrists. Then they brought the rope under the chair and tied my feet together. The rest of the rope was wrapped around my torso. They were satisfied that I would never get out of that and were all smug about it as they stood in front of me with folded arms. You should have seen their faces when I dropped the rope from my wrists, lifted the rope over my head and pulled the rope off my feet. Well after the shock they looked sad and said that it was my turn now to chase them. I could see they were sad so I said how about we go to Dairy Queen instead? Well the smiles and cheers returned and we were off. Well day three arrived and I was over to see my two banditos. When I arrived I was greeted with cheers for Auntie C and hugs (I couldn’t wait to have grandchildren). Anyway the little one pipes up right away and said they learned to tie today. Mr. H came over and explained they were so disappointed that you got out of your ropes so fast yesterday that they asked me to show them how to tie knots. I gave him the â€oh sure you did’ look. He just smiled. Carter said grandpa showed them how to tie up someone and now we’re going to tie you up! Are you now I said with skepticism. Mr. H told me they had been practicing on each on all day. I asked them what made them think I wanted to be tied up? They hadn’t thought of that. Then they both looked at me and said please! Of course I gave in. They each grabbed a hand and pulled me into the living room. There was rope everywhere. They asked their grandpa to come and watch and he did. They had me sit on the floor. They each took a piece of rope, Ernie tied my feet together and Carter my wrists. This time I noticed a considerable difference. The ropes were snug but not tight when they were both done they cinched the rope. I knew I could still get out of them but wouldn’t need to hold the rope up anymore. They each grabbed another rope. Eric tied my knees and Carter tied my elbows. They weren’t as tight as I was use to because I think he lacked the strength to pull my elbows together. Then they took a scarf and brought it in front of my face to gag me. When he pressed it against my lips I automatically open my mouth. Carter stopped and said that’s not the way grandpa showed them. Opps! Then Grandpa said that sometimes its better to put the scarf in the mouth because you could tie it tighter and it would stop the person from talking. So Carter cleave gagged me. I guess he thought it was tight. I just bit down to keep the gag in my mouth. They said they were finished and told me to try to get free. Well I put up a good struggle and made muted gag noises. The boys were very happy but they really didn’t know what to do with me after that. Then Eric suddenly said to Carter we forgot a rope! Carter looked at him. Eric said â€remember, we tie her hands to her feet’. Carter then remembered and told me to lie down then I rolled onto to my stomach because I knew what was coming next. My feet were brought up to my wrists and ankles. But my legs were only perpendicular the floor not brought up to my wrists, a very mild hogtie. So I struggled for a bit rolled around and finally told them I couldn’t get out. They cheered and said that they were ready for me next time. Mr. H told them they did well and the boys thanked him for teaching them how to tie. He reminded them that they should never tie up someone that didn’t want to be tied up and prompted them for the other rule. They both said never around the neck! I thought very good Mr. H but those rules fell by the wayside when ever he tied me. When I was released they wanted to tie me again but Grandpa said I think that’s enough for today. We were going to have coffee and the boys could practice on each other. Carter said me first and Grandpa said make sure I can see you okay? I couldn’t come over for a couple of days so when Friday came the boys were excited to see me. They said they missed me and I said I missed them to. Mr. H looked like he’d run a marathon and said they’re all yours. The first thing they wanted to do was play capture the spy, of course. So I went out the back door to hide and they shot me before I made it to the hiding spot. They must have had wanted to capture their spy quick because I had only made it to the middle of the yard. Down I went on my tummy with my arms over my head. The boys pounced on me, ropes in hand. This time Carter sat on my lower thighs and tied my hands together. I noticed my wrists were tied a lot tighter this time, nothing like Mr. H mind you but it would take me a while to get out of these if at all. I felt the rope go around my elbows a couple of turns and heard Cater tell Ernie to â€grab this’. Then as they pulled in unison my elbows were drawn together. I jerked up and said â€ow’ when my elbows touched but it slacked off when they tied the knot, but not much. They brought the gag in front of me and I had to lift my head for them to put it in my mouth. It looked like they had grabbed the corners and twirled it because it looked rolled and thin. When they pulled on it, it really dug deep into my mouth, pulling the corners of my mouth back; there was no slack this time. They told me to get up and I did although it was just a bit harder with your arms tied behind you. Then Carter tied a rope around my waist with a long piece left in front. This was the tether they used to pull me back into the house. As they marched me to their hideout, my husband was coming out our back door. When he saw us he asked the boys what they had there and they said they caught a spy and were going to torture her. My husband said â€well be extra tough with this one, I hear she’s very dangerous’. I just looked daggers at my husband as the boy said they would. I was brought down stairs and sat in the chair. They tied my feet and knees and tied them to one leg of the chair. They wrapped rope tightly at my waist and above and below my breasts with my hands over the back of the chair. Thank god these boys were too young to notice appreciate the predicament they had placed me in. The way my boobs stuck out would have embarrassed me. Then torture began. I met to say the tickling. Although I wasn’t very ticklish I put on a show. The only flaw in their procedure was to remove the gag to let the spy talk. I don’t think they really cared what I had to say. Anyway that game ended. It was getting late and they wanted to play horsy before I left. They alternated taking turns on me pulling my hair this way and that to steer me. I wasn’t a fan of stopping, that’s when they pulled my head back to stop. It didn’t hurt that much because they had learned to split my hair into pig tails. That alleviated the tension. Then they thought it would be fun to both ride me. With double the weight it took twice the effort to move half the distance. I was getting tired and sore so I said lets play ride the dragon. They were excited to hear this but then asked what that was. I got up and clasped my hands behind me. I squatted a bit and told Carter to use my hands as a step and crawl up onto my back. After a couple of attempts he was on my back I told him to wrap his legs around my waist and put he hands around my neck and hang on. I took off and was â€Swooping’ through the air running around the house. He was thrilled. As I did this, he kept tightening his grip on my neck while still trying to get me to turn. I had to keep him telling him to loosen up. I wondered why it never happened the when I was a horse. Of course, they weren’t holding my neck I stopped and told him to let go then I leaned forward told him to grab the reins and hold on. He split my hair into pig tails and we were off again. This was much better on my throat at least but worse for my head because they used my hair to steady himself as well as steer me. Next it was Eric’s turn he was much gentler than Carter but hard to get on my back. Mr. H could see it was getting late and knew I wanted to leave but didn’t want to disappoint he boys so he told them he had rented some movies and order pizza so Mrs. C had to go home. When they asked if I could stay Mr. H said her husband called and said it was his turn to play with her and winked at me. I told them I was sorry but I had to play with my husband sometime too. They kissed me goodbye. Mr. H then asked me if I could baby-sit Sunday afternoon for a few hours because he and to go to the funeral home. Someone had died and he wanted to pay his respects, I said sorry to hear that and of course I would love to baby-sit. I came over Saturday to find the boys by themselves. They greeted me in the usual manner all hugs and kisses. When I asked where Grandpa was they said that he was resting in bed. I dropped the caesural I brought over (I figured the boys must be getting tired of Grandpa’s cooking) and knocked on his bedroom door. He said to come in. He was in bed. I asked was wrong and he said he was just a little under he weather. He said he wasn’t as young as he use to be and the boys had worn him out. He said he was going to spend most of the day lying down. But quickly he said don’t worry about the boys they’ll be fine. I said don’t worry I’ll look after them. He told me that wasn’t necessary but I wouldn’t hear of it. You relax; I’ll take care of things. He told me I was a dear. I checked to see if he needed anything then left. I called my husband to tell him of the news and he insisted I stay over here. He said he needed to pack and get the boat ready anyway because he and his buddies were going fishing tomorrow. I took the boys for ice-cream to give Mr. H some peace and quiet. We came home and watched TV. They wanted to play the spy game but I said maybe later. I didn’t want to wake Grandpa. They reluctantly said ok. Later, when Ernie and I were cuddling watching a movie we heard a big bang I quickly rushed to see what it was. Carter was on the ground crying. It looked like he had fallen because there was a chair on its side. But what really terrified me was that there on the floor was our bondage case with its contents all over the floor! But I couldn’t worry about that now. I checked Cater over and he seemed fine. It looked like the fall had frightened him more than hitting the ground. Then I heard Mr. H calling. I made sure the boys were fine then hurried to his room. He had heard a bang and wanted to get up to see what it was. I told him not to worry; Carter had fallen but was alright. He wanted to know if we should take him to the hospital and I said I’ll keep an eye on him and if I thought there was something wrong I’d take him. Then I ushered him back to bed, brought him an orange juice and left. I had to avert another situation. As I feared, the boys were into all the bondage stuff; cuffs, rope, everything. Carter had the ball gag in his hand, Ernie had the handcuffs and the rest of the stuff was on the floor. And the questions flew; what’s this, what’s that, I want to play with this toy, on and on. I had to think fast. I didn’t want the boys asking Grandpa what all this was, in fact I didn’t want Mr. H to know they had found it. Plus I didn’t want this to get back to their parents which would devastate Mr. H. I didn’t want Mr. H to get up either and find this here so I told the boys to quiet down otherwise they would wake their Grandfather. So when Carter asked why his Grandfather had this stuff I told them it wasn’t his, it was mine. Then why is it here? Because I had nowhere to put it at home. Then I added that Grandpa must never know I snuck it in here. Then I hunched down and whispered that this had to be our secret, no one else must know. They asked what was all this stuff and why did I have it. I told them I use to be a policewoman but didn’t want to be one anymore and no one was must ever know. They thought this was great and they promised they would keep our secret. Ernie asked why did I have handcuffs? I told him that when I caught the bad guys I would handcuff them so they wouldn’t get away. Carter asked what was this, holding the ball gag. I said I would put this in their mouth so they wouldn’t bite me. He tired to put it in his mouth and said it wouldn’t fit. That’s because it’s for big people. On and on it went; the leather cuffs were so they wouldn’t run and so on. Then Ernie tried on one of the ankle cuffs and said it didn’t fit. That’s because this was for big people not little boys. I started to put everything away and Carter said they wanted to play with them. I said this wasn’t for them. Then Carter stood up and said Grandpa won’t know. I was starting to get a little impatient and told him to give me that. He said â€no’ really loud and quickly shushed him. I said he’d wake his Grandfather. He didn’t care and made his way towards his grandfather’s room. I grabbed him, maybe a little too hard. I reminded him that we had a secret and he promised not to tell anyone. He said I didn’t say we couldn’t play with them. I said alright. You can play with them a little while but I have to put them away before Grandpa got up. Of course nothing fit them, even the handcuffs wouldn’t close tight enough. This was good; maybe the boys would give up. I suggested we play Spy but Carter said nothing fit. I told him because it was only for big people. Then they both stopped, looked at me and Ernie said you’re a big person. Shit I thought. Try them the on they demanded. I said no. This stuff was for bad guys only not nice girls like me. But Ernie said you’re a spy, that’s a bad guy. Carter chimed in and said ya. I could see they were agitated and were about to yell again so I said okay just a few things. Ernie handed me the leg cuff and I put it on. Carter got the other one and put it on my other leg. He had seen how I slipped theâ€d’ link through one of the slots and said this was no good because they could come right off. He asked how do they stay on? I pulled out a padlock and said with these. Carter wanted me to put it on but I said I couldn’t because I didn’t have a key to open in. Then Ernie reached into the box and pulled out one of the keys. Shit, I had thought Mr. H had hidden them or had them in some sort of pouch. I said that’s the wrong key. Then Carter took the key and opened one of the other padlocks on the floor. See he said. You can use this one. Then he took it and tried to put it on my ankle cuff. I tried to resist but he wasn’t giving up and I didn’t want to antagonize him so I let him snap it on. He unlocked another padlock and told me to put it on the other ankle. Then Ernie wanted a try and put the other one on my ankle. There I sat hoping we were done. Ernie said but you can still walk. That’s when Carter said we have to tie them together. I said oh ya I forgot, you have to connect then using one of those chains. Then Carter said nu-uh. He took the key, unlocked the padlocks from my ankle cuffs made me put my feet together and used one lock to connect the two cuffs together. Then Ernie picked up the ball gag, got up (we were all sitting on the floor) and went behind me. He pushed it to my lips and I kept my lips closed then took the gag from him. Well he started to make a fuss and of course Carter chimed in. Since I didn’t want their ruckus to wake their Grandfather I told them alright, just for a little while. So I gave back the gag and Ernie proceeded to put it in my mouth. But I wasn’t going to make it easy and he pushed it in my mouth I still kept my lips closed then Carter told me to open up. So I opened my mouth but not big enough to let the ball in. The Carter started to try to get my mouth to open wider by pulling up on my nose and down on my chin. Well for some reason I started to laugh, then the boys started to. Well that was just enough accidentally make my mouth open large enough to allow Ernie to pull the ball past my teeth and into my mouth. Then he, with Carter’s help buckle it up. It was snug but nothing like Mr. H’s gagging . There I was ball gagged, with my feet cuffed together sitting on the floor. Then like the first time they tied me up, they didn’t know what to do with me so I made muted gag sounds moved my legs around. They wanted to put some of the other stuff on me but I shook my head and pointed to my wrist like I had a watch on indicating time was up. Then I pulled the gag down out of my mouth and said it was time to put away all my â€police equipment.’ At first they started to complain but I said a promise is a promise. I had kept my end of the bargain it was time for them to do the same. They still pleaded with me so I told them that maybe we could play another time, knowing that the opportunity would probably never come up. Besides maybe the case would be thrown out by the next time they remembered; if they remembered. Finally they agreed. Ernie wanted to un-cuff me since Carter got to cuff me. I took off the ball gag and the boys helped me clean up the equipment. I put the case away on the top shelf and we sat down to watch a movie, well a cartoon. I kept the TV low as to not wake their grandfather. Carter was fidgety so I said what’s was wrong. He was still upset he couldn’t put all the police stuff on me. Then Ernie said to Carter why don’t you just tie her up. Carter, hearing this took off to get his spy rope before I could stop him. When he returned, I told him to hold it. Since their Grandfather was asleep and wasn’t around to watch we needed to have some rules. They listened attentively. First you have to stay absolutely quiet. Second if you put the scarf in my mouth I won’t be able to talk so when I snap my fingers you have to immediately take the scarf out of my mouth so I can talk. And when I say it’s over you have to untie me. Well of course they agreed. They sort of man handled, (boy handle?) me to the ground on to my stomach and proceeded to tie my up but when they got to the gagging part they stopped. They had a little discussion as to where the scarf was. They didn’t have it so they were wondering what else they could use to put in my mouth. Then I heard Ernie say how about this. I heard Carter take what ever Ernie gave him and he told me to open my mouth. I didn’t know what it was until I lifted my head that a rope passed in front of me. I was going to protest but the rope was in my mouth before I could say anything. I decided to let it stay rather than complain and wait for them to find something else. One thing about a rope gag I learned is that it very thin and pulls more at the corners of your mouth more than a ball gag strap. Second, that when pulled tightly, it makes you curl you lips over your teeth while bringing your lips together. After the knot was tied, Ernie said it was to long. Carter then said he knew what to do and brought the ends of the rope around my face again and crossed them through my mouth. He had to switch each rope to the other hand. When he did he pulled the rope that was on the left side of my face back making my head turn left. Then he pulled the right rope making my head turn right, then left, then right. We kept alternating making my head go left and right then Ernie said â€like horsy’. I on the other hand, was getting irritated and voice my objection. He then stopped and tied the rope off. They hogtied me and returned to the couch to watch the cartoon. I remained hogtied on the floor. I thought they must have forgotten about me tied up at their feet because after twenty minutes I was still tied up. They hadn’t untied me. So I decided to see if I could get out of the ropes my self. After a bit I was able to untie the rope holding my ankles to my hands. As I lowered my legs I heard Ernie say that I was getting way. They both jumped down and grabbed the rope pulling my feet back. They held it there the Ernie said to tie it there. That’s when I realized they were tying the rope to my elbow rope. One thing I learned with tying a hogtie to the elbows instead of the wrists is that you can pull the feet past the hands if you’re flexible enough. They both pulled, lifting my thighs off the ground. My back started to arch, lifting my chest off the floor towards my feet. I didn’t think they were that strong, With Ernie keeping my feet back by sitting on them and Carter pulling back on the rope lifting my chest they put me into a strenuous hogtie. Cater held the rope to my ankles as Ernie tied it. I was bent like a bow. Only my hips were touching the ground. When they let go some of the tension let up but not much but I rocked forward. Then Carter pushed down on my shins which brought my chest up. When he let go I rocked forward. Then he pushed down again and I rocked up, let go and I rocked forward. Carter was joined by Ernie so the rocking became more pronounced and I became a human rocking horse once more (Mr. H had me in a similar tie before). They stopped and I felt one of them grab the rope gag (apparently there was still a tail behind my head) and pulled back. I closed my eyes enduring the pain in my mouth. Ernie said now she’s a real rocking horse. Yey for me. I had had enough and snapped my fingers. They released the rope acting as the gag and I said I was getting sore and could we stop. Well they really wanted to continue and asked if they could keep me partly tie up. I said sure because I didn’t want them to get mad and leave me tied up or create a ruckus. But right now I had to go to the bath room. So they released me and I spent the next few minutes in the wash room letting the feeling return to my limbs. When I came out the boys were ready with rope and I tried to beg off for a while because I wanted a bit of a break but they were insistent. I finally allowed them to tie my wrists only while we sat to watch a movie. Part way through the movie Carter asked if he could gag me since we were only watching a movie. Again I acquiesced and he dashed off to get a cloth to gag me with. When he returned he gagged me tightly but not uncomfortably. Once the movie was over I waited, knowing they probably wanted to play spy again but they surprised me. Ernie jumped up and said he wanted to ride the dragon. I nodded my head and offered a muffled â€okay’. Then I turned in my seat so they could untie me. Instead Ernie jumped on my back and told me to start flying. This was new. He slipped his legs around me inside of my tied arms which held him quite snuggly without me having to hang on to him. Again with the hair, I was steered throughout the house. When it was Carter’s turn he used my bound hands as a step to mount me. He had a rope in his hand. I was going to object because I thought he was going to wrap my neck with it but instead he put the rope in my mouth over the cloth and double wrapped it around my head, knotting it inside my mouth. As he had done when I was hogtied on the floor, he used the ropes to steer me. With my bound arms holding him secure to me it was less effort to hold him on and with the rope over the cloth there was less strain on my mouth. Ernie seeing this wanted a turn with the new â€rope steering’. I ended up giving each of them one more ride each until I snapped my fingers. It was time for bed. The next day I wished my husband good luck on his fishing trip and kissed him good bye. I had a few things to do around the house so I went to work while keeping an eye on the time. This afternoon I was to baby sit Ernie and Carter so I was busy when there was a knock at the back door. I wondered who it could be because people usually called at the front door. There were Ernie and Carter. I greeted them a little confused because I wasn’t due for a few hours. I asked them if there was something wrong and they just smiled and said hello. They were holding something behind their back. I asked what they had back there. I thought it may be flowers or something. Then they pulled out the bondage case! I quickly brought them in the house. I asked them why did they bring this over here; did their Grandfather see them; what about our secret? They told me that they thought since it was mine they would bring it over instead of having their Grandfather find it. And no, their Grandfather didn’t see them take it. And they hadn’t broken their promise, they hadn’t told anyone about our secret. Feeling somewhat relieved I calmed down and said they were very thoughtful but they shouldn’t take something that didn’t belong to them without asking first. I didn’t want them to become agitated and do something rash so I stayed calm, I could put the case back tonight when I came over. Then I heard Mr. H’s door slam, he was coming over! I quickly put the case behind the door and dashed out to meet him. I told him that the boys were here. He said he told them not to bother me because I had things to do and that I’d be over later. I said no problem. He still wanted to talk to them and made for my back door. My heart was racing. He entered and called the boys to him; I came in right behind him to insure he didn’t see the case. To be continued: |
| Name: | a1984944 |
| Comments: | Old Mr H knows what he likes!!!
Hogties are the perfect ties when you want to watch a woman struggle!! |
| Name: | clyde_davis789 |
| E-mail address: | clyde_davis78@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | hello this is to war machine when are we going to get to read the rest of your story we are all waiting |
| Name: | James Bond |
| Comments: | Not using any real names in this, as there are reasons to remain anonymous. My wife and I practice mild bondage as a form or foreplay. Apparently, on a recent girl's nite out, after a few adult beverages, she mentioned this fact to the group she was with. Somehow, she even bragged that no matter how thoroughly bound and covered she was, that I, her loving husband, could identify her, and release her. Anyway, this is the way she related it to me. Challenges weere issued, and, using judgement clouded by alcohol, said challenges were accepted by wife, Moneypenny, and another lady, PussyGalore. My wife and PG are almost identical in stature, the only real difference is my wife is a brunette, PG is a blond. I was told to show up at 6PM at the house of the couple whose wife had issued the challenge (let's call her G) My wife left for G's house about 3 PM, so I killed the time by paying bills, reading a bit, and a lingering shower. I did not yet know what was happening. I arrived at G's place, her husband let me in, and PG's husband was there as well. G was waiting in the basement rec room, and her attire was extremely provacative-a very tight-fitting, transparent dress, her breasts quite visible thru the flimsy material. Also visible thru the dress was a black garter belt suspending her fishnet, seamed stockings. G is a bit full-figured, not fat but LARGE breasts and wide hips, and a rather beautiful face. She had is sit, picked up the remote and turned on the tv and began to play a video. Thats when PG's husband and I were let in on what was going on. MP and PG were light-heartedly telling how G had dared them to be disguised and bound and we husbands were to identify and select which was our wife. If either of us failed to pick correctly, our wife was to remain at G's for the entire weekend. It was never explained what would happen if they remained for the weekend. They each stressed this was entirely voluntary, expected to be fun, and confident in our ability to find our spouse. After the video was ended, G asked us to accompany her into the unfinished portion of the basement. What a surprise we got when we entered the door-2 figures, dressed exactly the same-latex, figure-hugging dresses with zippers in the crotch, hoods with no eyeholes, a harness covering the head with aa hose going into the mouth area that had a rubber bulb at the end. Each figures was also wearing black, leather boots with incredibly high heels. The outfits either were a bit small for each of them, or were made to fit extra tight, as both pairs of breasts, with prominent nipples pusing against the latex, were lifted and thrust out enticingly. "Watch this" G's husband said, and with a pair of remotes, pressed buttons that activated very slight hums. Each of the figures instantly reacted by jerking their heads upright and began almost inaudible moaning noises. They were bound identically-black ropes around their glove-clad wrists, their elbows bound til they touched by black ropes, more rope around their legs above and below the knees. Thier boot-clad legs were bound at the ankles, and short tether ropes extended from collars around their necks to the post to which they were bound. We were told to inspect, investigate, anything wer wished to do, to identiy our wife. PG's husband immediately began running his hands over first one, then the other, bound body, thoroughly checking out each set of breasts. It was quickly apparent that the ladies had been provided with some device that stimulated them, as each was quivering as much as the bindings allowed. Soon, pelvises were twitching and flexing and jerking, moans emanating from mouths that were filled with inflatable gags that stretched each mouth almost to the point of bursting. We inspected each extensively, and, taking advantage of being able to feel another woman's breasts, we lingered at our duties, switching targets numerous times. I had a ragin hard-on, and after at least 10 minutes, we had not yet made our decisions. G took the remotes from her husband, and began pushing buttons, and both bound women really began twitching then, their pelvis regions thrusting to the limits of the ropes, thier bodies trembling, and more moaning thru the gags. Unable to find any clues as to identity, G told us we had 1 minute to decide or the ladies would be theirs until midnite Sunday. We decided to flip a coin to see who chose first; I won. I picked one, PG's husband said, "no, you're wrong. That's my wife." I had made the choice, so G walked over, and slowly removed the harness, then the hood. I had chosen correctly; it was MP. From the look on her face, it was obvious she was in the throes of a major orgasm, and was totally unaware she had been identified. The humming coming from her crotch regions ceased, but her thrusting didn't for several seconds, as she completed her orgasm. Her lovely face was flushed, beads of perspiration covered her exposed facial skin, and her chest rose and fell as she breathed heavily. PG's husband had a dejected look as he had failed to identify his wife, who was still being subjected to G and her remote. Animal-like sounds now came fromthe mateouth-filling gag as she also achieved climax. However, the humming didn't stop, and she began twitching and quivering again, as G soon had the devices on high power. I slung my wife over my shoulder, and carried her upstairs to help her remove the latex outfit and ropes. When she was nude, I tried to start some romantic activity, but she insisted I take her home, so she could shower and rest. Disappointed, and still sporting a raging erection, I did as she asked. Later that night, tho, she was rested up, and we had the most incredible sex-filled night since our honeymoon. As for PG, if my wife ever found out how the rest of the experience was for her, she never shared it with me. |
| Name: | Remarker |
| Comments: | Russ I'm very glad you felt good about it. I hope Laura was turned on as well. May I suggest you ask her to in her own words post her feelings here? |
| Name: | Russ |
| Comments: | This is a little different, but it was still cool. I am 38 and my wife Laura is 33. We recently had dinner with a lady Laura works with and her husband. We had a great time, ate dinner and had probably had a bit too much to drink. We were talked into a game of strip poker. We were not totally comfortable with it, but since we had been drinking our boundries were down a little. The game went on, and Laura and I were loosing. I was in my boxers,(red plaid) and Laura was in her bra and panties. (matching black). We said that we thought the game had gone on long enough, but Laura's co worker Renee talked us into just one more hand. We agreed. We were seated at a rectangular kitchen table. Laura and I sitting on one side facing our hosts with our backs to the living room. Renee, our hostess, told her husband she was going to take a bathroom break before the last hand. So she left the room, and he excused himself for a moment as well, leaving Laura and I sitting in our undies. We sat there a few minutes and heard them coming back but to our surprise we both had our hands pulled behind us and we were handcuffed to the back of our chairs. Laura looked absolutely scared to death at first and I was a little nervous. Renee explained that they were into bondage and instead of making sure we lost the next poker hand and ended up naked they were going to tie us up for a few minutes. We figured since we were in this far, why complain now. We were slid away from the table and turned back to back. Our feet were then shackled to the chairs, we were gagged and blindfolded with bandanas. I was turned on by it, but I'm still not sure how Laura felt. They left us that way about 30 minutes as punishment for loosing the game. It was an interesting experience to say the least. |
| Name: | clyde_davis789 |
| E-mail address: | clyde_davis78@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | hello please tell us more you have everyone wanting to know what happened. |
| Name: | Remarker |
| Comments: | Ruth, hi. Please, tell us what happened next. |
| Name: | WarMachine |
| E-mail address: | warmachine11@hotmail.com |
| Comments: | Then he pulled out yet another leather cuff. This one was a little wider than the ones I had on my wrist. I thought to myself; they come in different sizes. I held my wrist up to it and asked him if they would be more comfortable than the set I had on and do they go with my purse. He chuckled and said that they weren’t for my wrists. I quickly surmised that he probably want to handcuff my what, ankle cuff; and have me bobble around. But instead he said that they were for my elbows.
‘My elbows?’ I said. I told him I wasn’t sure about this and I would have to think about it. That seemed to deflate him. He just lowered his head and said ‘oh, right, I understand’ and that maybe he had crossed the line. As he was putting them away I said wait! He looked up quickly and gave me that hopeful look. Then I thought what the hell, he hasn’t gone crazy on me and has treated me like royalty whenever I was handcuffed. I told him to go ahead and put them on. They were exactly the same as the wrist cuffs only wider. They were placed directly above my elbows. Now I had leather cuffs on my wrists and elbows. There was nothing left to do but connect them. I didn’t know if I liked having a chain stretched in front of my boobs. I didn’t need to worry because he asked me to turn around. So I turned around and he connected a chain from one cuff to the other behind me. The chain was just long enough to keep my arms at my sides. I only had movement from my elbows down and had to move my other arm behind me if I wanted the other arm to have any reach. I noticed something else I wasn’t sure I liked. With my arms permanently pulled back, my chest stuck out. So now I worked with two sets of cuffs on; one pair on my wrists and one pair on my elbows. I discovered that I had to now bend at the waist anytime I needed to reach forward. I hadn’t minded him looking at my butt in the past but I felt I was unintentionally becoming more provocative with my chest and butt sticking out when ever I had to bend over. Even though I never caught him, I knew he must be stealing looks at me. My visits continued in this manner with my wrists cuffed in front and my elbows cuffed behind. One day I was reaching for the duster and noticed that I had to turn sideways to actually get it off the shelf from the closet. There was something different in the way I was restrained. Then it dawned on me! My elbows were no longer at my sides, but somehow they were behind me. At first I thought the chain was snagged but as I tried to pull them apart they wouldn’t move. I went to Mr.H and explained my dilemma to him. When I told him he acted like he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Very apologetically he explained how he was gradually shorting the chain connecting my elbows periodically when ever he put them on. When I asked him why he said that he remembered back when we discovered I could make my elbows touch behind my back it didn’t bother me much. He said he found that very stimulating and didn’t think I would mind so long as it didn’t hurt. He said he would remove them but looked very sad. I could see that he felt bad and although I was put out I wasn’t angry. I told him I didn’t mind all the (now I used the word) ‘bondage’ but I would like to be informed when ever he wanted to change it. He brightened up then and asked me if I still intended to continue as his ‘bondage princess’ He asked with such trepidation and mild reserve that I said yes. I wasn’t really going to quit but I didn’t want him to take advantage of the liberties I’ve extended. I also discovered that I enjoyed having this ‘dirty little secret’. Although the windows were covered with shears or blinds the fear of being spotted was always present and kept me in a mild state of excitement. I was never aware if Mr. H was watching me or not and the constant fear of my husband returning home from work early and spotting me from our kitchen added to the excitement. Anyway, he said he will never do anything again without telling me. I said thank you and he said, ‘No, thank you.’ With me putting my stamp of approval on his little deception my elbows eventually ended up with no chain between them, just the small padlock. My hands were at my waist with the chain stretch across my midsection. I had to move my entire body to use my hands. That bring said, it didn’t cut down on what I did around the house for him. I could do laundry, vacuum and dusting (only waist high). Doing the dishes must have been a spectacle because I had to lean so far into the sink. I could still do most of the chores I normally did, it only took a little longer which didn’t bother Mr. H because it kept me in bondage longer. The next change to my restraints came as no surprise. One day he showed me another set of leather cuffs. These were very much the same as the wrist and elbow cuffs except wider. I just looked at him and said ‘ankles right?’ ‘Intelligent and beautiful’ he said. I just gave him ya, ya look and allowed him to place them on my ankles and hobble me. There was about a foot of chain between my ankles so I had to take small mincing steps. Luckily there were no stairs I had to climb. One day I was performing my duties and I thought to myself the only thing I need is a gag and maid’s outfit and I’d be just like the women on the internet. I found this to be a popular fantasy with men. I saw pictures of women clad exactly as I was performing house hold chores and wondered if Mr. H had been looking at the exact same pages as I was. Well he must have because one day he had another box on the table (I became to get use to the ritual). He said since I wanted to be informed if he wanted to change my restrains he said he was informing me that he did. I watched as he pulled the item from the box. When he showed it to me I knew exactly what it was, seeing them on the internet. It was a red ball gag. The ball was red had a leather strap that ran through it that had a buckle at one end and adjustment holes at the other. As he maneuvered behind me I asked, ‘you want to ga…?’ but I never finished, he inserted the ball in mid sentence. I tried to continue my protest but he seemed to ignore me while he buckled the strap. He turned me around and asked how it felt. Now I’ve come to accept that I didn’t mind the bondage because it made me feel deceitful, excited and a little dirty at the same time but I hadn’t agreed to be gagged. I maneuvered the gag and pushed it out at the end of my lips to say that I wasn’t sure about this. Then he asked me if I wanted to give it a try? I let the gag pop back into my mouth and nodded my head. Again like a kid in a candy store his face lit up and he said, ‘Oh good’. Then he went around behind me and fiddled with the buckle. The next thing I knew the ball was severely drawn back into my mouth and re-buckled. This time the gag felt uncomfortable because the corners of my mouth were pulled so far back. I sputtered for a few seconds and tried to voice my concerns but I couldn’t make any intelligible sounds. Instead I just ‘awwww’d’ at him he smiled and said thank you for this and returned to the computer leaving me standing bound and now gagged. Well. I came to clean so I thought I better get to it. I had arrived later than usual and didn’t have the luxury of time now that I was spending as least a half hour in bondage every visit. Also I didn’t want to still be here when my husband got home because today he was coming over to cut the grass. Although I slowly got use to the gag I noticed, shall we say an inconvenience. With my mouth filled I could not bit down, my mouth stayed partially opened. It also prevented me from swallowing. I felt the first indication of saliva starting to run down my chin. I tried to swallow and couldn’t. Then I leaned forward to try and spill off the saliva onto the floor. Although it did drip down it left a trail of saliva that remained attached to my mouth. No matter how I shook my head the trail would no break off. When it finally did, it snapped to my chin defeating the purpose altogether. I went to show Mr. H hoping he had a solution or would relieve me of the gag but he could or wouldn’t understand me. So I resigned myself that I would need to change my top as soon as I got home. Then I heard the sound I was dreading, my husbands car. I looked at the clock and realized I had wasted time dealing with the gag and that he must have gotten off early because he was half an hour early. My eyes went wide with fear because he had already parked the car and was coming over directly. I didn’t know what to do. Mr. H didn’t seem phased by my husband’s arrival. Instead he turned to me and said, ‘I think we need to hide you.’ He got up from the chair and told me to come with him. I could see my husband through the window coming towards the house. Thank god the shears were drawn because it made it difficult to see inside. I hoped. I followed him as quickly as my hobble feet would let me. As he passed the table he reached into our ‘bondage’ kit and grabbed a padlock. I thought it strange but I was to hyper to care. He went to the closet in at the center of the room and opened the door. To explain; this wasn’t a closet per say. It use to be a passage to the living room but it had been closed in and made into a storage closet. So it was pretty big. It had double doors to fill in the opening and there had been a counter built in, about waist high that took up the whole closet. Under the counter there were built in pull out drawers to store things. He opened the doors and said get inside. I looked at him strangely. Did he expect me to climb on top? He said to lie on the table. I didn’t argue (not that I could anyway) I bent over and lay on the counter top. Although my head and torso fit, my legs remained outside the closet. Mr. H bent down and lifted my legs bending them at the knees into the closet. Then he did something I didn’t expect. He took the chain from my hobbled ankles, brought it to my elbow cuffs. Seemed to short so Mr. H pulled on the chain lifting the lower part of my thigh off the counter. My feet were pulled together and I could touch them with my hands then used the padlock to secure it. I was pressed into a very strenuous position. If I tried to straighten my legs my chest rose off the counter. I was like a human rocking horse. He slid me around so my head was now facing the entrance to the closet and whispered, ‘… so you don’t accidentally kick the walls. Noise!’ Just as he closed the doors my husband knocked on the door. Now I don’t know if he did this on purpose or if my husband startled him but he didn’t completely close the door. There was a crack I could see through. I just hoped that it was dark enough inside the closet that you couldn’t see in because I could see the back door of the house and my husband through the opening! I also realized that I had just been hogtied. Mr. H greeted my husband at the door. They chatted a bit while I made the best of my restraints keeping very quiet. My husband asked if I was around. Mr. H said he had me tied up on something. I thought to myself if only my husband knew! Then my husband said that when I was free to let her know he was there. Mr. H said he would and my husband left to get the lawn mower from the shed. Mr. H closed the door and I thought crisis averted! Mr. H quickly came to the closet released, the hogtie and helped me to my feet. He had just had released my elbows when we heard my husband climbing up the steps to the back door. I looked at Mr. H with wide eyes. He pushed me to the other side of the back door just as my husband knock at the door. I pressed myself against the wall and held my breath. Mr. H opened the door which hid me behind it. My husband told Mr. H to tell me not to cook; that he brought dinner home and Mr. H was welcome to join us. Mr. H asked my husband what we were having and my husband recited the line ‘chicken with all the fix’ins’ Mr. H said wonderful that is sounded great and that he’d be over. I on the other hand I was hoping they’d end their conversation quickly because I could smell my husband’s cologne and was worried he would smell mine as we were inches from each other! My husband said great and left while I released my breath. Mr. H removed all the restrains very quickly making apologies the whole time. When my gag came out, so did a glob of saliva. I said, ‘Well that was an experience.’ Mr. H saw me to the door, apologized again. I said not to worry and added that it was kind of thrilling! He just said I was incredible and said he’d see me at dinner. When I left I saw my husband and waved. He looked up smiled and waved back. He turned off the lawn mower and told me he brought dinner home. I said I knew and made for our house. I went to my room to change out of my wet top and when I saw myself in the mirror I froze. My face had red marks at the corner of my mouth from the gag. I quickly washed and tried to cover it up with makeup. Although it helped there was still a hint of redness. I had to come up with an excuse before my husband saw me. I went to the refrigerator and took out a red freezy pop and started to suck on it. This had the desired effect of turning my tongue and around my lips red. Now I had an excuse for the redness, I’m a sloppy eater. The dinner went fine, everyone liked the food and when the topic of my slightly red mouth came up I just said that we had freezy pops at work. Mr. H looked at me with apology written al over is face. I just gave him a slight frown to indicate to not worry and to not dwell on it. When we were done I cleared the table made coffee. We talked a bit and Mr. H went home. I thought to myself, I’m going to have to buy more red Feezy Pops. The next time I arrived at Mr. H’s house, I was expecting my usual drill that would place me in bondage, instead I found Mr. H in the kitchen making coffee. As I passed the computer room, now known as my ‘outfitting area’ I noticed that the bondage case wasn’t there. I came into the kitchen and ask Mr. H what was up. I said something along the lines that I’m usually at his mercy by now. He just handed me a cup coffee and said we needed to talk. This sounded serious. I said sure and sat down at the kitchen counter. He took a moment and then asked me if I still wanted to participate in our dirty little secret after my last visit. This took me by surprise. I could see he was serious and knew that he felt bad about last time. I nodded and said of course. I could see he was looking at me trying to gage my response so I reached out and squeezed his hand. He took it and kissed it. Then he continued to say that he thought the world of me and knew that I had started this just to satisfy an old mans fantasy. I said of course I did but did he honestly think that I would let it continue if I didn’t like it to? He smiled at me. I told him last time was very exciting for me and that since we’ve started it my intimate life with my husband has improved dramatically. It was true, the exhilaration of the ‘game’ had made me more receptive and open to my husband desires. He said he wasn’t sure if it was right. Then he looked at me dead in the eyes and said that he had fantasies of me. I asked him what kind of fantasies. He could see where I was going with this and quickly said not the type I thought. I said okay, what do I think? You think I want to make love to you don’t you. Although the thought crossed my mind I said even if you did, I know you would never act on them. He said I was correct, he wouldn’t if he did. As with every woman; I felt a pang of regret that there was a man on this planet that didn’t desire me. He released my hand and said he thought of me as a sister. Then he said he could tie up his sister without wanting to make love to her. I sat back and smiled. Of course, I remember as a child the neighbor’s kids tying up their sisters. A lot of questions were now answered with that simple statement. I understood his fascination with tying me up. He continued; that like a sister he could be rough with her but never hurt her, she could always walk away if she wanted to. I knew the last statement was directly related to me. Well I said, on that day I’m sure your sister would tell you but I don’t think it will be any time soon. I could see he was choked up with emotion and I also thought I was going to cry. He just thanked me in the quiet voice he used when he could barely talk. Well I said wiping a tear from my eye then asked what needed to be done around here? I can’t work like this, where’s my equipment, referring to the cuffs. He said to hold on. I sat back down. He told me that he knew I struggled with the restrains to do what I did around here. I was going to protest and he stopped me and said how about we taper it down a bit and do it once and a while. I could see this was tearing him up but knew that he needed this, the bondage. Then I came up with a plan. I said how about I clean one time and you tie me up the next? He looked perplexed and said without the cleaning? I said sure if I knew that was all you wanted we could have avoided all this trouble from the start. He said if I told you this up front you would have never came back. Maybe so I said but things are different now, aren’t they. He beamed as he agreed. But he wanted to know what would I do; just stand there tied up? I wasn’t sure what to say because other then Mr. H cuffing me I’d never been tied up before. Then it came to me and I turned to him like I was keeping a secret. I told him that I was sure the internet could provide some help. I told him to sign on and we’d take a look. He smiled and said you’re right. We looked at many pictures then linked to some videos. We tried to avoid the risqué sites and found one with ‘tubes’ that depicted women not having sex but with lots of bondage. Sure there were some topless and nude women but no one was trying to beat them or shove objects into them. So we watched, there were kidnappings, girls struggling for release, women tied up in risqué places like; out for a drive or an old barn, secretaries at the office, or just walking down the street bound with an overcoat on. We even found a video of a mock babysitter tied up by her charges. I turned to him and said if you can’t find something in there… and I left it at that. I saw it was getting late and I had palates that night so I said, ‘pick one and we’ll try it next time.’ He turned to me and said, ‘any one?’ I said, ‘sure’ because I didn’t see anything there distasteful. In fact I thought I might come up with one myself. With that I left but I couldn’t stop wondering what he might do to me next time I was over. When I got home I got ready for class and left. While driving I was wondering if what Mr. H and I were doing was wrong. I thought if one of my friends told me that she was secretly letting an old man tie her up what would I think? Was she crazy, daring, what? I decided to let the matter rest until after class then I would go on line and see if I could get some answers. After class I raced home and sighed on to the internet. I tried all sorts of search words and combinations. I chanced upon a site that seemed to be a web version of a psychiatrist. I found the ‘blog’ I was looking for but it was only a woman wanting to know if she should let her husband do bondage with her. But what caught my eye was the ‘blog’ under it. A woman was asking if she should feel guilty because she has been to a stag-ette where there were male dancers. She said she had flirted with them touched them and even licked whip cream from a few of their penises even sucking the penis of one of the dancers. She said she didn’t feel guilty because everyone was doing it. But she was married with a family and thought there was something wrong with her because she didn’t regret or feel guilty; where she thought she should. The ‘doctor’ wrote something that put my mind as ease. He or she said that not to judge her self too cruelly. He/she wrote that she shouldn’t judge herself by society’s conventions. He said that she did it, she enjoyed it, and no one was hurt by it. Her family didn’t need to know if she didn’t feel guilt. Do not create problems because you think you should or because society tells you to. Then he wrote something that hit home; towards the end of your life people regret what they didn’t do rather than appreciate what they did. Had you done this or done that, would it had made any difference in the end. He signed off with don’t be one of those people. Well that did it for me. I was having a good time, Mr. H was ecstatic and my husband was the benefactor, although he didn’t know it. I signed off and went to bed. I was very busy at work the following week and couldn’t see Mr. H until Thursday. When I arrived I had been a little anxious wondering what Mr. H had in store for me. I let myself in like usual and announced my arrival. He came and greeted me and said that he thought I may have had second thoughts. No, I said I was just caught up at work with a big assignment and was working late but I’m here now. I hung up my coat and joined him in the computer room. He said he had to get something and returned with the bondage case. I found myself trembling with excitement. He confirmed with me that I did say ‘anything’ last time and I nodded. Well he thought that we would try something we haven’t used yet. All sorts of things ran through my head. What bondage stuff did he get this time? He said he was going to tie me up tight and I would have to try and escape. I couldn’t wait so I said, ‘I was ready.’ Great and had me stand up. He pulled a mile of rope from the case and told me to turn around and put my hands behind my back. He then tied my wrists together palms facing each other then cinched the rope between my wrists. Then he took another rope and tied my ankles together, ‘so you won’t run away’ were his remarks. The ropes were very tight. Then he produced the ball gag in front of my face. There were all sorts of straps and buckles, a mish mash. He asked if this was alright? I was a little startled but I was to excited to resist. I just said uh, huh. I’ll take a minute here to explain this contraption. He placed a ball gag in my mouth and buckled it behind my head like normal. Then he brought a strap that was connected on either side of the ball, framing my nose and meeting together on my forehead just above my eyes and joined to one strap. This he brought over and behind my head down to the strap that held the ball in my mouth. Then there was a short strap that was connected to the main ball gag strap and buckled under my chin. It was like a harness which I came to learn was actually called a harness gag. It still pulled the corners of my mouth back, filled my mouth and was snugger than just the ball gag proper. Then I felt him wrap rope around my elbows. The ropes brought my arms closer together than the elbow cuffs had making them actually touch. Then gave it an extra tug that made me grunt when he knotted and cinched it. ‘Ok?’ he asked, I just nodded. I could feel the burn already. He tied my knees then helped me to the floor. He tied a rope to my wrists then looped it between my ankles. He pulled the cord towards my head lifting my feet off the ground and bending them back to my hands. He kept pulling until my thighs were being lifted off the ground bending me like a bow. Good thing I take yoga! I also realized he was stronger than he looked. When I thought I couldn’t bend anymore he passed the rope between my elbows, over the bindings holding them together and gave the rope one more tug before tying it off. I thought he was done but then he pushed my head down, undid the strap holding the gag and tightened it even more. I could gargle with the ball; it was that far in. He told me that that, should give me some incentive to get free. He said I had thirty minutes to get free after that he’d release me. So I tried to get free. Never having been tied up before I didn’t really know what to do so I tried to thrash and move around. I could feel my arms hands feet and knees start go numb. I tried to say something but couldn’t utter a sound other than a low hum. Needless the say he ended up untying my after thirty minutes. I had to lie on the floor for a minute until I started to get feeling back to my extremities. When the gag came out I noticed a puddle of drool in front of me and my chin was soaked. When I didn’t move he became worried and asked if I was alright. I said I was but needed a minute to recover. When I could talk I said that was sure tight. He reminded me that I did say pick anything. Touché, I had a better appreciation for those girls on the internet. I looked at the clock and I had to get home before my husband to clean up. He said no problem and asked if I had fun. I said yes but didn’t know fun could be so painful. He said he was sorry and I told him not to give it a second thought. I looked at he rope marks on my wrists and hoped they’d fade before my husband got home. Since I had long pants and shirt I didn’t have marks the just indentation. My ankles I had socks. Anyway he thanked me again and I went home to have a hot bath and soak my wounds so to speak. So that’s how my visits went after that. He always made sure to have all the house work done when ever I came over so I had no excuse to not be tied up. And tied up I was. Now that he was using rope I found my self tied to chairs, railing and other things. He tied me to one of the pole in the basement one day. Hands and elbows tied behind the pole, feet together knees also. Rope was tightly around my feet, stomach, above and below my breast and one place I wasn’t to sure about my neck. Although tight, I had no problems breathing as long as I didn’t try to look down. He even brought the gag straps behind the pole. My only movement were my eyes; which darted back and forth. I was frog tied; I was put into a strapado, arms folded in the ‘Chinese style’ and anything else he could find on the internet. But his favorite position for me was the hogtie. I was tied more that way than any other. One thing he did do when I was hogtied was have me remove my socks. When I asked him why, he said because he liked to see my toes wiggle when I tired to get free. To be continued. |
| Name: | clyde_davis789 |
| E-mail address: | clyde_davis78@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | your story about Ms Harris is great when do we get the rest of the story i wish i had someone next door like you. |
| Name: | WarMachine |
| E-mail address: | warmachine11@hotmail.com |
| Comments: | Mr. Harris was an elderly gentleman who lived next door. When his wife died we started to come over to give him a hand. My husband would cut the grass keep the yard and repair things that broke down. I would help clean up inside. I would vacuum, do the dishes and always brought him food when ever I cooked.
The death of his wife hit him pretty hard. They had lived there since before we moved next door twenty years ago. Sometimes I would see him through our kitchen window just sitting in a chair staring. So we made it a point to try and get over when ever we could. He had kids that would pop by with the grand children but they all lived far away. We had become his second family. My husband talked Mr. Harris (or Mr. H as we started to call him) into buying a computer so he could keep in closer contact with his family. My husband bought him a web cam and showed Mr. H how to Skype and Facebook. Mr. Harris found this very exhilarating! We could see him on the computer from our kitchen window all the time. My husband created short cuts and other things on the computer to make it easier for him to get on line. Although Mr. H wasn’t an invalid be was frail but very smart. He was a retired lawyer who’d become a senator. He would call me sweetheart or princess and always commented that if he were twenty years younger, my husband would have a run for his money. I would just call him â€fresh’ and mildly flirt with him. On occasion I would catch him looking at my legs or my rear end but nothing ever happened. I thought if it cheered him up he could look all he wanted. One day my husband came home from showing Mr. H how to surf the net and how to look things up, save them etcetera, with a smile on his face. I asked him what was so funny. He jokingly told me that I had better watch Mr. H because he was a dirty old man. I could not imagine a more congenial man who defined the word gentleman. So my husband said ok and was going to leave until I grabbed him and made him tell me why Mr. H is a â€dirty old man.’ My husband told me that while they were searching for something an adult site popped up. My husband tried to delete it but Mr. H grabbed his hand and told him he wanted to see it. He said Mr. H had no idea this sort of thing was on the internet. My husband told him he could set filters to block out most of the adult sites but Mr. H wouldn’t hear of it. Anyway much to my husbands surprise they spent the last hour looking at adult sites. I said what a dirty old man and my husband laughed, â€Told you so.’ Well after all Mr. H was an adult and if it he liked it, why not? As the days went on I could see Mr. H on the computer and kept wondering if he was looking at adult sites. He seemed to be in better sprits and seemed happier. One day I came over to see if there was anything to do. I came into the computer room. He was at the terminal but didn’t hear me. He didn’t hear that well so often we use to make a lot of noise when we came over not to startle him. Anyway I wanted to see what he was looking at and sure it enough it was an adult site. But what caught my interest was that these women weren’t nude or performing lewd acts. Some had on bras and underwear, some topless others were fully clothed but one thing they had in common was that they were all tied up! I wasn’t shocked; indeed I knew he looked at adult sites I was just surprised that he would gravitate toward bondage rather than straight sex. Other than some mild petting, this site was pretty tame. Anyway, I thought I was pressing my luck standing there that long without making my presence know and felt guilty for spying on him so I quietly backed out of the room, went to the front door and announced my arrival. When I arrived in the room the first thing I noticed was that he was on facebook now. Crafty old man I thought. But what disturbed me was that his eyes seemed glassy, almost like he had been crying. But he greeted me the same way as always did by telling me that the day just improved. I told him that I saw some dishes in the sink. As always he told me I didn’t have to do them that my being there was all the doing he need. I just blushed and batted my eyes at him and went to the kitchen. When I came back in after doing the dishes he seemed to be his same old self. I checked to see if he needed anything else and that my husband would be over tomorrow to fix the leaking tap in the tub. He thanked â€his princess’ again and I was off. When I got home I asked my husband if he noticed anything different about Mr. H. Of course being a man he didn’t pick up on anything. I let the matter drop. Then a few days later I had arrived home early. As I was putting things away in the kitchen I chanced to look to see if Mr.H was at it again. Sure enough he was at his computer but when I looked closer I noticed his head down with his right hand pinching the bridge of his nose. When he lifted his head there were tears in his eyes! I quickly dropped what I was doing and rushed over. I called out to him as I arrived and went straight to the computer room. But when I got there he just turned and said hello. His eyes were glassy and I asked him what was wrong. He looked at me like I had two heads. He said nothing. So I told him what I saw through my kitchen window. â€Oh that’ he said. It seems his eyes were tired and he was just rubbing the bridge of his nose. I asked him why did it look like he was crying. Then he said that he wasn’t crying and made a quaint remark about how â€lovely’ I looked and asked me if I could help him with his laundry at the end of the week. I didn’t want to let this drop because I worried that he might be going into depression or that there may be something physically wrong with him. But he chided me and said I worried too much. Then I said we wanted him over for dinner tonight. I was making his favorite, scalloped potatoes and I wouldn’t take no for an answer. He graciously accepted and I told him what time to come over and left to prepare dinner. Since I was planning on leftovers I had to get started on the potatoes right away. When he came over we sat down and had a pleasant dinner. I kept trying to see if there was anything with him while trying to not make it obvious to him or my husband. If they knew I was prying I wouldn’t get anything from him. As it turned out I didn’t learn anything other than what his grand kids were up to and other nonsense like that. When we were finished we had coffee then he got up thanked me for the dinner, some chit chat and he was gone. I let the matter rest but resolve to keep closer tab on him and get to the bottom of this. Over the next couple of days I kept checking in on him from my kitchen but nothing happened. As a matter of fact he even waved to me a couple of times. Then one night I got up around twelve in the morning for some water. I didn’t turn on any lights and when I got to the kitchen I could see Mr. H at the computer. I could make out his face from the glow of the monitor and this time there were tears in his eyes he seemed depressed. I was just about to head over when I saw him turn off his computer. Not wanting to alarm him and with the lateness of the hour, I decided to confront him tomorrow when I was doing his laundry. We’d have some time to talk then, When I arrived the next day all seemed pretty normal. We flirted a bit and I started the laundry, asked him if he wanted a coffee. When the coffee was ready I filled our cups and brought them over to him. When we were both relaxed I decided I was going to ask him directly. I told him I got up last night around midnight and saw him crying at the computer. He tried to deny it but I told him that there was no mistaking it. I told him I was concerned and that I was there for him; that we would do anything for him. He finally admitted that he was upset for a while but there was nothing I could do. I kept pressing him to tell me what was wrong. I was worried he was becoming depressed and wanted to help him before anything happened. He just shook his head and said that there nothing anyone could do for him. I said I wasn’t leaving until he told me what was up. Seeing how I wasn’t going to let the matter rest, he started. He asked if I had ever wanted something so bad that I’d do anything to get it. I just nodded and let him continue. He said that he had seen things on the internet that have â€opened his eyes’ as he put it. He said that he and his wife had a lovely relationship and that they didn’t want for anything. He loved her very much and would not have traded her for the world. I felt touched. â€But,’ he continued, although she was great at everything the only place where he wished could have improved was in the bedroom. I was taken aback. This conversation was taking an unexpected turn. He quickly said not to take him wrong way and don’t think he was some kind of sicko. I nodded keeping a straight, concerned face, I was happy that this was being brought out if only to clear his conscience and bring the matter to light. He told me she was a good lover, but not great. He said she lived a very measured life, not too much or to little of anything. Sure they had sex but at the appropriate time. There wasn’t any spontaneity or any (and he lowered his voice when he said this) kinkiness. All he ever wanted was for her to greet him at the door in only high heels or make love while in the car; anything out of the ordinary. I felt so sorry for him; here was this poor man, alone in his twilight years wanting to live out some fantasies before he reached the end of his days. Then he turned to me and said, “You see angel, there isn’t anything you can do.” Then he got up and went to his room. I sat there processing what he had said. I really didn’t have an answer for him but I hoped that by telling me it may have helped but knowing it probably didn’t. After the laundry was done I knocked on his door to see if he was alright, I couldn’t leave him like this. Surprisingly he opened the door and looked better. I said I was sorry for him and if he wanted to talk some more I was there for him. He said he didn’t want me to think of him as a pervert, that he may have said too much already. These were his problems, intimate, and he shouldn’t have burdened me with these trivialities. I said lets have some more coffee. He just nodded and followed me to the kitchen. Drinking our coffees in silence, it seemed to me that he wanted to say something. Then he just started talking. It wasn’t like he wanted to have sex with anyone at his age, not that he couldn’t, but he was really drawn to the women who were tied up. I remember the site I saw him on and realized that the pictures were tasteful done. He said if he could experience that he would be happy. I didn’t know how to tell him that I sort of knew his little secret without giving away his confidence. So I asked him to show me. At first he seemed a little shocked that I would want to see these pictures, being a woman and all but I just rolled my eyes at him. He said you’ll just think I’m a pervert and he didn’t want to lower my opinion of him more than he had already. I just â€poo-poo’d’ him and said we’re all adults here and not to worry. So off to the computer we went and after a second we were looking at beautiful women, bound and gagged. This seemed pretty mild compared to other sites I had seen and told him so. He said that he to had found those other sites distasteful. It seemed to him that those women were being hurt. He didn’t want any of that; he said he would have treated them like princesses if it were him. We flipped through lots of pictures, there were women in various stages of dress and undressed, nothing you wouldn’t see on some pay per view channels. There were also scenarios where a series of pictures depicted women being kidnapped or made to do things while tied up. We spent about an hour going those various images and making comments on them. In fact he seemed much better just being able to talk about it with someone else and he said so. As he became more comfortable, he seemed to return to his old self calling me sweetheart and dove. He was even making jokes. When we came across a woman severely hogtied topless except for her thong I commented that I would hate to have to get out of that. Then I tried to bring my elbows together behind me to see what it would be like. The girl on the computer had her elbows tied right together. Then Mr. H said, â€here let’s see.’ So I turned my back to him. Now, Mr. H was a â€touch feely’ kind of guy anyway, just like his wife was, so I wasn’t surprised when he grabbed my arms and started to push my elbows together. I could feel them moving together and when he stopped he asked me if that hurt. I said no so he moved them a little closer. â€That ok?’ he asked. I said no problem and told him to try and bring them together and I’d tell him if it hurt. â€Ok’ he said and with that he pushed them together and said there’s about a half inch between them I could feel the strain but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t tolerate. I could tell he was excited and told him to try harder to bring them together. When he did, it hurt a little but nothing major, but I wouldn’t want to be tied like this for a long time. He held them there for a few seconds the let go. He complemented me on my flexibility I was and I told him I didn’t know I could do that. Then he said that he envied my husband and I took it as more flirting. So we looked at more pictures and I could see he was much better than before and that he wasn’t going to do something terrible. I finished the laundry while he continued to surf the net. He was now conformable enough to look at those pictures with me in the house. I felt sort of special that he and I had this little secret. Once the laundry was folded I brought it into to his room to put everything away, not that there was much. The next week I only saw him for a few minutes for a couple of days but he seemed extremely happy. Good I thought. Friday came and I decided to spend a little time with him so I went over. When I arrived he was in the kitchen and asked for me to do the laundry. I found that strange because he’s always telling me to leave it. But then he told me that he had a sweater he wanted washed and was worried it had to be washed differently than the rest of the clothes. I checked the label and found it was polyester and cotton so it was okay to wash with the rest. â€Oh, thank you dear.’ was all he said. I proceeded with the laundry made coffee and chatted a bit. When the laundry was dried I folded the clothes and put them in the basket. He asked me to put then away for him (all three/five pieces) because his leg was a little sore. I told him it wasn’t a problem. While putting the clothes in his dresser I pulled drawers open to find the sweater drawer. In the second drawer from the bottom, there was a clanging sound, although muffled. Curiosity got the better of me and I started to rummage through the drawer and discovered a pair of handcuffs! Well this caught me off guard. The Feisty old fella. They looked real; they were heavy and didn’t have a chain but were hinged. It wasn’t really any of my business. I was about to put them back when I looked up and saw him standing in the doorway. â€Oh dear, what have you got there?’ He said. I quickly apologized for snooping though his drawers and told him I was sorry. He said not to worry. Then curiosity got the better of me and I asked him if they were real. He entered the room and said yes. I asked him where he got them and he said he bought them at a flee market. I asked him why would he buy handcuffs and he said it was a spontaneous buy because he was curious. He had seen them used on women on the internet and thought they would be fun. â€Fun huh.’ I said. I took the handcuffs and twirled then on one finger and asked him if they were fun. He said he didn’t know; he hadn’t tried them yet. I asked him why not and he told me he wouldn’t be able to get the key in the hole if he put them on himself. He needed someone else with him. I smelled a trap. Then I held my hands out in front of me and told him to snap them on. He asked me if I was serious? I asked him if he had the key and he pulled it from the tray on his dresser, I said go ahead. With trembling hands he brought them up and snapped one cuff on my right wrist. He stared at my wrist like he had discovered the lost temple of Solomon. I brought the other wrist closer so he could put the other cuff on me. It was amazing to see the awed look from this kindly old man as he stared at my wrists. I sort of shook them and told him that they should be a little tighter if he didn’t want me to slip them. With that he croaked â€ok’ and to let him know if they got to tight. Then he started to tighten them. I could hear the ratcheting sound as they closed on my wrist. I didn’t tell him to stop until they couldn’t go any tighter. And man, were they tight if I didn’t know they would be coming off soon, I would have been in real trouble. Then as if wearing a pair of handcuffs were perfectly normal I finished putting his laundry away picked up the basket and returned it to the laundry room. All this time he just stared at me with his mouth open. He followed me like a puppy dog as I finished up in the kitchen still wearing handcuffs. I played it very cool. I was actually pleased with myself and felt a little thrilled having this older gentleman ogle me. When I was done I grabbed my coat I looked around to make sure there was nothing else to do and pretended to leave. He stopped me and asked me if I had forgotten something. I looked around and said no why? He told me I still had on his handcuffs. Then I feigned surprise and said so I have and that I didn’t realize I still had them on. At that point we both started to laugh. It was good to see that this simple thing had made him so happy. While unlocking the handcuffs he thanked me for making an old man happy to which I said if it were that simple I would have put handcuffs on years ago. He smiled and did something very sweet; he kissed me on the cheek and thanked me. I had to leave because I was ready to cry. The next day I could see him at his computer he wave at me and seemed very content. Later that day I saw him outside walking, which he never did. I commented on this and he just said he was feeling better and thought he should get out more. I said wow, why the sudden change? He just winked at me and said â€you know why’ and walked away. I felt quite pleased with myself and happy for him. The next time I was over he was watching TV I asked him if it was ok to do a little vacuuming. He said sure. I went to get the vacuum and when I got to the closet what did I see but the handcuffs hanging on the closet door knob! At first I thought he had just left them hanging around. Then I thought; he knew I usually vacuumed one room every time I came over so I didn’t need to spend hours doing the whole house. I took the cuffs off the door knob and brought them to him and asked him if this was a hint. At first he tried to say he must have just left them lying around but I just stood there with one had on my hip and the other dangling the handcuffs from my index finger staring at him. He said that I looked so natural the last time that he wouldn’t mind seeing them on me again. I asked him if he wanted me to vacuum with them on. His face lit up and he said only if I wanted to. I said I would under the condition that no one else finds out about this. He said not to worry that it would be our little secret. I said alright and snapped them on my wrists. It seemed to make him very happy to watch me snap them on my wrists myself. I went to the spare room to vacuum. It was awkward vacuuming with both hands handcuffed together but after getting use to them I was able to manage. I looked up and was startled to see Mr. H in the door way watching me. I stopped and he said he hoped I didn’t mind him watching me vacuum. Well another surprise. I said sure but not to startle me next time. “next time’ he said with a smile. So that became our routine. I would come in find the handcuffs put them on and do the work. I would vacuum, do the laundry or just sit talk and drink coffee with him the entire time wearing handcuffs. This routine became so familiar that it was barely noticeable; in fact the handcuffs were always hanging on the other side of the front door when ever I came over, I just snapped them on and continued on with my chores. I say chores but usually I was in and out in fifteen minutes sometimes a half hour. It wasn’t everyday either, I came over two or three times a week sometimes more sometimes less. Now to some this may have seemed weird but having gotten to this state the way we did, didn’t seem so silly. He was happy, I wasn’t being hurt or degraded and it felt a little sneaky having this one secret between us. Not even my husband knew. This â€life style’ continued until one day I didn’t find the handcuffs on the door knob. I immediately rushed in thinking Mr. H had fallen of become incapacitated! I hadn’t been over for a couple of days and wondered how long he was injured. Well I didn’t need to worry; he was in the laundry room. I told him I thought something had happened to him because I didn’t find the handcuffs on the door knob (now that did sound kinky). Then I noticed the handcuffs were on the machine. When I reach for them to put them on, he put his hand on mine and said to wait. I was a little confused and I hate to say it, a little put out which surprised me. He then said he wanted to try something different. I was again confused and thought how else was I going to wear them, on my ankles? Or maybe he wanted to try them on himself and was waiting for me to make sure he could get them off again. But I was getting ahead of myself so I waited for him to continue. He said that I was so good at looking after him, which he thanked me for, he wanted to give me a break. I kind of â€snarked’ to my self because I was only over twice last week and one time was just to bring him the paper that was dropped on the lawn. But I let him continue. He said that he wanted to make sure he could still look after himself so he wanted to do the laundry and vacuuming for a while and he wanted me to watch to make sure I did it right. I though well ok, then he added that he still wanted me to wear the handcuffs. Again I thought well ok and said sure. I held out my hands for him to cuff them and he said not like that though. Now I was confused, he wanted me to wear the handcuffs without wearing the handcuffs? I looked at him with a confused look on my face. Then he asked me if he could handcuff my hands behind my back. There it was. I don’t think I was stunned as much as surprised. Other than wearing Mr. H’s handcuffs, I had never had on a pair let alone handcuffed behind me. He could see me considering it and immediately told me to feel free to decline he wouldn’t want me to feel uncomfortable or â€funny’. Well I knew Mr. H would never do anything to hurt me and since I’ve never been handcuffed this way before I said I would give it a try. His face lit up immediately. I turned around and brought my hands behind me. I felt one snap on then he brought the other wrist closer to the already cuffed one and I felt the other one snap onto my other wrist. Then he did something I wasn’t expecting. He brought my wrists up a little and I could feel the tension tighten on first one wrist then the other. This kept alternating until the both felt about the same snugness. They were tighter than I normally had them when I’d put them on myself. Then he took out the key and turned a lock. I heard first one then the other â€click’. I was going to ask him what he just did but before I could he told me that the handcuffs have a setting to prevent them from getting tighter should I bump into something. I said I didn’t know that and thanked him. I turned around to face him and he had an ear to ear grin. I on the other hand felt very vulnerable. With your hands cuffed in front of you always had some buffer in front of you and even though your wrists were stuck together you still had partial use of your hands. I started to panic a little. I tried to bring my hands in front or get out of them. He saw this and immediately said he’d take them off. I stopped him, feeling now silly, and said not to; that I was just getting use to them. So after a while I became accustomed to them. I found there was little I could do. Watching him work was about it. Even getting in and out of a chair was hard. You really don’t know how much you need your arms for balance and just moving around. I noticed something else, with my arms clasped behind me I felt like I was promoting my chest because it was now always sticking out. Well if Mr. H noticed he never mentioned it. Anyway there we were: a fifty something year old woman and an eighty plus year old man. Him vacuuming and me watching him with my hands handcuffed behind me. It felt weird, seemed weird and probably was. But although it probably was all those things it was kind of exhilarating being technically at this man’s mercy. He was smaller than me by a few inches and even though I was a woman, I was stronger than him. It seemed funny that a simple pair of handcuffs could flip the odds to someone’s favor. The notch rose on our now â€dirty little secret’ status. For sure my husband had better never find out about this. This patterned continue for quite a while. I would come in and he would be waiting to â€snap the cuffs’ on me. As for the work it was okay he spent more time looking at me than cleaning and seemed to love watching me sit, especially on a stool because I tended to lean forward because of the arm restraint. One day I came in and he called me into the living room. There was a box on the table that must have been couriered to his house. He was standing there smiling as I approached the table. I asked what was in the box. He said he was glad I asked. He said that he had ordered these from the internet. He seemed very excited. He continued to say that although he like the handcuffs he thought that leather would be more comfortable. Then he pulled out what I suspected were leather cuffs. He handed me one. I took it with trepidation, what was he trying to get me into now? They did feel comfortable. I put one on my wrist. It was so soft. They seemed to be adjustable. There were little slots all around the cuff with a metalâ€d’ ring that fit exactly into the slots. I noticed to that there were two chrome rings stitched into the cuff also. I asked Mr. H if these were what he wanted me to use now. He said that once they were on the rings on the side were used to connect them. He said you could put what ever length of chain between them you wanted. It would make it easier for me to do things. I wasn’t as surprise as I had been when I discovered the handcuffs. I asked him how the chains connected to the cuffs. Then he showed me a bag of tiny padlock. They would have been cute except for what they actually were. I told him that I didn’t know about this having these things padlocked on my wrists. Then he asked how different were these from handcuffs? That made me pause. He continued to say that the handcuffs were locked on my wrists. How were these different? In fact he pointed out how they were much more comfortable. I thought about it and the old buggar was right! Well I guess it would have been silly to bock at these. In fact I actually wanted to try them on and that disturbed me. He said good then proceeded to put them on. They did feel nice if being put into restrain could be classified as â€being nice’. He put one on, adjusted it the snapped on one of the little padlocks. I move it around flexed my hands and realized that it felt pretty good. He did the same to the other wrist and I had a match set. They were only about two inches wide so they fit perfectly on my wrists. I tried to slip out of them and couldn’t. Well, I thought; he’s becoming quite a kinky old man. I remembered the day this all came out and thought this is what he always wanted and it seemed he was getting his wish. He asked me how they felt and I said fine which was funny considering what these were for. He said great and produced a two foot chain to connect them. These were padlocked to a chrome ring on each of the leather cuffs. Since they were now cuffed in front of me I said I guess I’m back to work. He sarcastically said that I was so much better at it then him. So the work routine continued. It was easier for me to place the leather cuffs on myself than the handcuffs. They were placed on the front door like the handcuffs were hanging by the connecting chain. The next phase of our â€dirty little secret’ came within a week of me switching to leather handcuffs. I had just applied the leather cuffs on to do the laundry when he asked me into the computer room. He had another box on the table and I thought to myself what now. Its not that I disliked our arrangement but just as I became accustomed to the â€new’ way of doing things he came up with something else. I just stood there and said more surprises? He smiled and asked me if I liked the leather cuffs. I said they were fine. â€Oh good, because I have something else to show you.’ To be continued. |
| Name: | Roger |
| Comments: | Robin, really liked your story! The self-bondage aspect was very cool.
Mike, yours was pretty nat too. It reminds me of an episode with JoAnn . . . not my wife, someone else's. I'll have to write it up. Thanks, y'all! |
| Name: | Robin |
| Comments: | Things happen for a reason. Hate to waste reader's time but this story takes some set-up. I love bondage, have since girlhood. My ex-husband thought it was sick and would never join in, so I developed self-bondage for my own pleasure. Caution is necessary, as I am the mother of a 15yr old and a 13 yr old, both girls. It began on a Friday; first, when I got to work my boss told me I was being cut back to part-time instead of full-time. The loss in pay wasn't going to be a huge factor, as I was just going from 40 hrs to 35. I would no longer be eligible for the retirement, and had to pay more for insurance, but my ex provides insurance for the girls. That night, I took my kids to a highschool football game, and my oldest asked me to sit alone, as all the boys she liked usually ignored her if I was there. I asked why, and my youngest said, "mom, they all think you're hot, and don't pay attention to her." I was stunned! I am close to both girls, and would never hurt our relationship, so I watched the game solo, while they hung with friends. Then, after the game, a slight, cold drizzle had begun, and when we got to the car, I had a flat. The lot was emptying fast, it had been years since I had triet to change a tire, and wasn't even sure this car had a jack of spare. Never looked when I got it, after the divorce. Then, in a red 4x4 instead of on a gallant white steed, my knight in shining armor appeared. With his healights illuminating the car, he dug out a old looking jack, and a worn spare, put it on, and had me ready in just a few minutes. I didn't have money to pay him, which he probably wouldn't have taken anyway, so I offered him a home cooked dinner the following night. As an afterthought, I extened the invite to his wife/girlfriend. He was reluctant to accept, but my girls convinced him, and I uncharacteristcally felt elation when he announced he was a bachelor and unattached. I had not really gotten a good look at him due to the rain and the way the light fell, just an outline of a tall, broadshouldered man, with what seemed to be a trim, fit physique. Hard to tell for sure due to the jacket, and he wore a ski cap. At 5:15 Saturday evening, the doorbell rang, and my youngest answered and let him in. "Mom, our guest is here, and he's a hunk" she shouted basically at the top of her lungs. Mortified, I wiped my hands, and started out of the kitchen to apologize for her outburst, but my oldest almost ran me down to see for herself. When I finally was able to offer a greeting, before the apology, I saw she had been accurate in her assessment. He is 6-1, 185 lbs, not a bit of fat on him, close cropped brown hair, and the most gorgeous eyes I have ever seen, also brown. He ate with enjoyment, answering questions my girls fire at him like detectives investigating a crime. His eyes twinkled, and I noticed they hardly ever left mine. He wasn't ogling me, just focusing on me. After dinner, I told the girls to clean up and wash dishes, and in one voice, the immediately objected; "mom, it's Saturday. That's your nite to clean up." When I informed them we had a guest, before they could object again, Tom said if it was my turn, he would help me. Now I objected, saying guests don't do dishes in our home, but he said, "fair is fair, and if they have the night off, then I'm helping." Anyway, during the cleanup, we were able to talk more privately. I discovered he was a veteran of both Iraq and Afghanistan, but he said nothing else about the Army. He works for a local fuel company, delivering propane to homes and businesses, and does service work on appliances also. Our dinner turned into a relationship, and after 2 months of dating, we married, bought a house, and one weekend when the girls were on an overnight sleepover, I asked him if he would tie me up as a form of foreplay. I was prepared to have to talk him into it, be he agreed instantly. I asked if he wanted me to dress a particular way, be he siad he preferred me nude, as clothes would just be a hinderance. That afternoon, he bound me rather securely but not painfully, in a manner that would provide access to my body. In turned into the most satisfying sexual experience of my life. We made love so many times that my privates actually became rather tender. I no longer have to indulge in self-bondage and self-gratification. The girls have each told us that if we increase our family size, they would prefer more girls. Time will have to tell. |
| Name: | Mike |
| Comments: | As most visitors to this dreambook, my wife and I are into bondage, mostly as foreplay. And, as many men, I always wondered what it would be like to see my wife bound by another. When it happened, it was a total surprise to me. We had joined another couple for dinner and drinks, then went to their home for a bit of socializing and a few more drinks. My wife, Jenna, and Denise are co-workers, and Denise's husband and I work out at the same gym, so we are well acquainted. Denise and Randall are African-American for those interested. Anyway, the subject of being tied and trying to escape came up, between the ladies, surprising Randall and me both. On a dare, Denise allowed Jenna to tie her first, and if she escaped, then Jenna would be tied by Denise. Jenna apparently thought she knew how to tie, simply from being bound by me, and tied Denise as best as she could. From my viewpoint, I could see Denise would have little difficulty escaping. I was right, as Denise was loose in less than 3 minutes. It was sexy watching her wiggle and flex her body to escape. Denise is an extremelybeautiful woman, with breasts that have to be DD's, a gorgeous ass, and was wearing an intoxicating perfume. Don't know about Randall, but my cock was rock hard just watching her escape. Jenna seemed disappointed that Denise escaped so readily, and said, "well, I guess I have to pay the piper now, huh?" Denise responded, "honey, I'm going to make a tight small package, that you'll never escape from. Then, Mike can do whatever he wants to you" she said with an evil smirk on her beautiful face. She then opened a small cabinet in the corner, and began tossing coils of rope, a huge ballgag, a blindfold, 2 different types of tape, and other items I wasn't sure of what they were. Jenna had a worried look on her face and said, "nothing was said about gags or blindfolds." Denise answered, "we said if I escaped your ropework, I could tie you any way I wanted, remember?" With a look of surrender, Jenna said, "I remember". Denise selected a coil of rope, stood behind Jenna, pulled her arms back and began tying so fast that it was almost a blur. Jenna grunted and jerked while Denise worked, but otherwise said nothing. It was quickly apparent that Denise knew very well what she was doing. In no time, Jenna was tightly bound at wrist, her torso, even her elbows which pushed her 34C breasts out til I thought her blouse would burst. Denise sat her on the sofa, bound her legs above and below her knees, then her ankles. She stood her back up, turned her around so Randall and I could see her handywork. The ropes were pulled tight enough that they sunk into her fless noticeably. Denise then used the ballgag, pulling the straps until the corners of Jenna's mouth were pulled back. Next, the blindfold was applied, and Jenna stood on her stillettoes, wobbling just a bit, nipples fully erect, nostrils flaring slightly, breasts heaving (as always when she's aroused). Denise then helped her to the floor, rolled her onto her tummy, then raised her shapely ankles up, cinched a rope around the ankle bindings, then fed the rope thru the elbow rope, and began pulling the rope while pushing her legs up until only a couple of inches separated her heels from her elbows. By now my dick was so hard it actually hurt, and Randall left the room quickly. Denise finally stood back, saying, "okay, Jenna, get loose". It seemed the only thing Jenna could move was her fingers, which could not reach any of the knots. My beautiful blond wife had just been hogtied by a beautiful black lady, in my presence, without a word of complaint. Denise looked at me and said, "I probably tied her a lot stricter than you ever do, but I don't have to live with her. If you want to keep her tied while you take her home, just return the rope and gag at your leisure." That's exactly what happened: I removed the blindfold, released the hogtie, ankles, and lower knee ropes, kept the rest on her, drove home as fast as I dared, and as soon as the garage door was closed, I laid Jenna on the back seat of our Tahoe on her stomach and basically tore her skirt, pantyhose, and panties down, and fucked her doggy-style like a wild man. Each of us experienced the most intense orgasms we had ever had, and we kept Denise's ropes and gag for 2 weeks. Got a lot of use out of them, too. |
| Name: | Roger |
| Comments: | Some of you fellows have expressed a desire to have your wives tied up by someone else. For a lot of us, that would never happen. But I did something almost as cool.
Mike and I have been friends for over 20 years. And it's never been a secret between us that we find each other's wives attractive. Mike has told me several times over what a beautiful girl my Suzanne is. I have bondage photos of Suzanne dating back almost 30 years. Some are okay, and some are GREAT! Mike and I try to stay in touch, and have lunch downtown once a month at least. But on this day, Mike was in for a treat. After lunch, as we walked across the parking lot, I said, "Hey, man, I found some old pics of Suzanne when I first met her. Wanna see?" Of course Mike said yes, and we walked to my car and got in. I retrieved a stack of photos from the center console, and handed them to Mike. On top was a nice portrait of Suzanne about 26 years old, big, wavy blonde Farah Fawcett-looking 80s hair, made up nice and posed pleasantly. "Man, she's beautiful," Mike said. Don't know how you did it." We laughed. Mike flipped to the next picture, Suzanne with her cousin in jeans and a modestly low-cut top, hair waving in the breeze. Mike just shook his head. Next, Suzanne in a swimsuit out by the pool. Nothing daring or risque, but a nice photo. Then her college graduation picture. Mike was enjoying the show. I the next pic, Suzanne is sitting in a chair in our living room in a black, tight skirt, red silk blouse, heels and pearls, smiling, and perched in a very ladylike position, ankles crossed, hands clasped in her lap. That's one of my favorites," I told Mike. "Yeah, I can see why,"he answered. (You couldn't really tell from the pic that she wasn't wearing a bra under that top.) Mike flipped to the next picture. "Oh . . . holy . . . ." He said, and just stared at the photo. Suzanne, in the same outfit as the previous photo is tied to the chair with rope. Her hands are bound behind her, and her ankles are tied together. She is gagged with a red bandanna tied in her mouth, and lashed securely to the chair with thick twisted nylon rope. "Man, I had no idea!" Mike said. "Well, why would you?" "I don't know . . . is that really real? She's really tied?" "Oh, it's very real, believe me." "But she could get out of it, right?" "Oh no. Not even." MIke flipped to the next photo. Again, Suzanne is tied to the chair, with her top unbuttoned and off her shoulders, exposing her ample rack. Her skirt is hiked up really high, and she's barefoot. Her big toes are tied together with clothesline. Her hair is slightly mussed, with her bangs in her face. "Whose idea was this, hers?" "No, it was mine." "Man, Mary would never let me do anything like this to her. You lucky son-of-a-bitch." I explained to Mike that Suzanne did not want to be bound at first. Before we met, two other guys had asked to tie her up, and she refused. I told him how she very reluctantly agreed to be tied and gagged and how she found it embarrassing and humiliating at first. But after a few times, she began asking to be bound. We would take trips and she would pack the ropes herself -- and the gags. Next photo, I thought his eyes would bug out at the sight of Suzanne, again tied to the chair totally nude. "Damn, I just never imagined this," he remarked. I mean, I know this girl, this is your wife, like this, all tied up." "Well I have to confess I've imagined your wife that way." "Yeah, me too, but it will never happen." "I don't know, give it a shot." Mark flipped to next pic. He laughed. A nice portrait of Suzanne with our two young boys. He went back and forth between that photo, and the one Suzanne tied and gagged nude in the chair. "Damn, and she even let you take pictures," he said, shaking his head. I explained that taking photos was her idea. Still, he wasn't quite ready for the next photograph of my wife hogtied, gagged and toe-tied nude on the living room floor. "Oh, shit," he said. He flipped back to picture of Suzanne with the kids. "That's the same girl in these pictures. How did you ever get her to do this?" I explained that one day, I just said straight out to her that I wanted to tie her up, and after a little discussion about it, We went shopping together and picked out some comfortable rope. "So what do you do with her, all tied up like this?" "Take pictures and stuff." "Yeah . . . where are the kids?" "Babysitter's house." Following that were more hogtie photos of my wife. Mike really liked the one of her face as she's looking up, with the gag stretched tight in her mouth, and her blonde bangs in her face. "Another one of my favorites," I said. We probably went through a hundred pics of Suzanne bound and gagged nude in unladylike positions, with a few nice-girl photos sprinkled throughout. Most of them were taken in the 80s and 90s. Mike really liked the shot of Suzanne nude in high heels, hands tied behind and gagged, standing alongside the car on a remote dirt road. Mike was surprised at how many photos I had of Suzanne bound and gagged fully clothed. "She's just tied up just to be tied up," he remarked. In the photo he was looking at, Suzanne is tied to a chair and gagged in a dress barefoot, with thin gold giftwrap ribbon woven between and around her toes. Her ankles are tied together and her feet are pulled back under the chair, and tied to her wrists. "So what happens to her now?" Mark asked. "I mean, she looks great, but what do you do with her?" "Well, this was a game we played," I explained. I told him how Suzanne was wandering about the house in her dress and toe ribbons. She walked past me and I grabbed her and began tying her hands. She put up a token fight, and asked me not to bind and gag her. Once I had her lashed to the chair, she struggled and called for help. I tickled her feet and fondled her under her dress. I kept her tied for about an hour like that. Then I untied her from the chair, tied her spread on the bed nude, and we had some real fun then. Of course, it was all prearranged. "See, I would have tied her legs apart," Mike remarked. Well he got what he wanted in the next photo. We finally got to the recent stuff. Mike savored the photo of Suzanne sitting on the piano bench in the middle of the living room tied and gagged nude, ropes up her ass and all around her tits. Her hands were tied behind, and she had a big fat gag in her mouth. Lots of ropes. LOTS. And very elaborately toe-tied. "When WAS this?" Mike asked. "Last week." "Damn . . . damn-damn. I guess with the kids grown and gone, you can do this anytime you want." "Yup." "I'll never look at her the same way again." And he never did. Tell you what though, the look on his face was priceless next time when I gave him some photos I photoshopped of HIS wife bound and gagged. He apparently showed a few to Mary and asked if she wanted to try it. She flat said no. Actually, I've photo-faked several of my friends wives bound and gagged. He's seen them too. "So I guess your wife hasn't tripped to the fact that I have pictures of her bound and gagged on my computer?" I remarked. "No," he laughed. Every time we meet, he always asks to see the "family photos." |
| Name: | a1984944 |
| E-mail address: | greengag@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | Great site!!
Love the stories! |
| Name: | Roger |
| Comments: | Hey Clyde, try joining alt.com. Also, a great source of free amateur pics is www.homemade bdsm.com. It's entirely user content. I'm thinking of posting a few pics there. |
| Name: | clyde_davis789 |
| E-mail address: | clyde_davis78@yahoo.comc |
| Comments: | hey the more stories the better. and the more real the better too. I jsut wish there was a female close to me that liked bondage so i could play and post too. |
| Name: | Roger |
| Comments: | Hey, does anyone really read this stuff? I have a few more good stories, but there's not much feedback here. |
| Name: | Remarker |
| Comments: | You other men seem to feel like me.
Cherish the woman. Treat her like a queen. And in return she'll go out of her way to make us happy :-) |
| Name: | Re-Remarker |
| Comments: | Tell you what. My wife is fat. She has gained a lot of weight over the past few years. But she still looks awesome bound and gagged nude. She can't really get her hands behind her back anymore, but that's okay. It takes a lot more rope to tie her up these days, but that's okay too. I went to home depot for some rope and found some nice yellow thick polypropylene. Know what? I just bought the whole spool.
Truthfully, if you passed her on the street, you'd probably never imagine her all roped and tied. We watch movies while she sits helplessly tied and gagged next to me on the couch. We watch "Bound" and "The Notorious Bettie Page". She drinks rum and coke through a straw. Of course I have to ungag her and hold the glass up for her, then regag her again. Honestly, she's not much to look at these days, but add about 150 feet feet of rope and a ballgag, and DAMN! She lets me keep her tied for hours. She lets me leave her tied up and gagged while I go to the store for more rum. She plays stupid games like asking to be bound and gagged, or putting up a fight when I kidnap her. She lets me tie her amazingly tight. She lets me take pictures of her, too. She hates those pictures, she says she looks stupid. But she does it form anyway. I put a few of them in frames and put them on the mantle. I take them down if people come over, then they go back up. But I always treat her right. I can do anything I want to her when she's tied up, but I never abuse her, because I would hate to ruin it. |
| Name: | Remarker |
| Comments: | Hello Ruth
Would you like to continue your story ? |
| Name: | Roger |
| Comments: | I do have to say the story about Ruth is a little troubling. I have videos of my wife securely tied to a chair partially clothed. She is helplessly struggling and straining against her ropes, and the thick, fluffy gag in her mouth muffles her calls for help.
But it was planned. It took several takes to get it right (yeah, I really hated that). But when I showed the flick to my bud Mike it sure looked real to him. If I ever forced it on her, I would lose my rope & gag privileges for a long time. Plus, I don't think I'd really enjoy that. The very cool thing about binding and gagging my wife is that she does it voluntarily. The fact that she submissively and compliantly puts up no fight as I cross her wrists and tie them behind her back, and opens wide as I tuck and tie the bandanna in her mouth is the real thrill. |
| Name: | Remarker |
| Comments: | Well said Clyde. Ruth was brutalized. Women tied up must be treated tenderly and with respect. I think Luke has a lot to learn about love. |
| Name: | clyde_davis789 |
| E-mail address: | clyde_davis78@yahoo.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://yahoo.com |
| Comments: | hello i have read a lot of the stories in here and like them. i am sorry for what Ruth went through. But i have to say if i did it i would do it the same way her husband did. But not just leave i might go out the door and let my wife scream a little. but not long and then i would go gag her and leave her for awhile but not go very far that isn't safe and safety is first. Now why would i do it that way even after being sorry for Ruth is that i have found out that if it is planned out and they know about it they don't squrrm and moan and try to get loose as much and the fun of this is to watch them try and get loose and know they cant until you let them go |
| Name: | Remarker |
| Comments: | Just read the article Roger. Thanks ! |
| Name: | Roger |
| Comments: | An interesting article some of you guys might find useful in seducing your wives into being tied up:
http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/shameless-woman/201011/tie-me-please Tie Me Up Please! 80% of women have a fantasy about being tied up. Published on November 17, 2010 by Pamela Madsen in Shameless Woman |
| Name: | Remarker |
| Comments: | Ruth, I'm sorry. When a Lady is bound and gagged, it should be joy and excitement for her, not what was forced on you. My great apologies. |
| Name: | Ruth |
| Comments: | I tugged as hard as I could at the tie that bound my hands but it didn't seem to do any good. I tried twisting myself free and tried to find and pick at the knot but nothing worked. After about 10 minutes I realised I was stuck. Kicking at the door in frustration and screaming something insulting at Luke, I suddenly thought of our en-suite bathroom and went to look for some scissors, nail clippers, anything that I could use to cut myself free.
The bathroom cabinet was too high for me to reach with my hands trapped behind my back so I shuffled towards the small cupboard door and started to nudge it with my head. With a bit of maneuvering I managed to pull it open and I looked at what was inside. Pills, some first aid bits and pieces, creams and perfumes and one small pair of nail scissors. Moving as close as possible I brushed my head across the shelves and succeeded in knocking almost everything on the shelves to the floor. Fortunately the nail scissors fell out with everything else and were now lying on the bathroom floor in a pile of hair clips and bandage. Tied up the way I was, getting down to the floor would be difficult, so I very carefully stood legs a little apart, and lowered myself down onto my knees. Sitting on my calves, I slid my legs to the side and fumbled around looking for the scissors. Just as I'd managed to get them in my hands, I heard Luke's footsteps on the stairs. Frantically trying to use them to cut through the tie, I'd made no progress when the door unlocked and my husbands walked in. "Ha! Clever." he said. "Will you just untie me. You can play your game, I don't care, just don't leave me locked in here like a prisoner. It's humiliating." "You'll just have to put up with it". He said, walking over to the bathroom, picking me up over his shoulder, carrying me back into the bedroom and dropping my onto the bed. "Now, as you obviously can't stay still, looks like I'm going to have to tie you up some more". "You're actually getting a kick out of this you pervert". He looked around the room briefly, then walked over to our chest of drawers and pulled out another tie. "No!" I shouted, squirming away from him, but her flipped me onto my stomach, sat down on my thighs, and put his hands around my ankles pulling them together. I tried to thrash, but with his weight on top of me he had my ankles bound in no time. Tying of the knot he laughed and smacked me hard on the buttocks once. I really tore into him after that but he just calmly walked back to the drawer and pulled out one of his socks. "Don't you fucking dare!" I screamed, but he balled it up, held me down by the shoulders and shoved it in my mouth. "Rrrrr arrrffffhllmmm!" was all I managed to say as he strode back out the door and locked it again. I muffled more threats at him and must have been thrashing in fury for a good few minutes before I heard the doorbell ring. |
| Name: | Ruth |
| Comments: | My husband Luke and I were driving home from work a while ago and we managed to get into an argument about something stupid as usual. We were supposed to spend the evening together but he had completely forgotten, arranging a poker game with his friends instead. After snapping at each other a lot in the car I'd has basically told him that if he didn't cancel his plans I would invite some of my friends over to order pizza watch a film and he wouldn't be able to use our house anyway. He wasn't happy but had gone silent and seemed to be sulking.
Once we got home, we both went up to our bedroom to hang up our clothes and he turned to me and smiled. "Darling, I'm sorry" he said. "It's my fault, I just forgot we'd made plans tonight. I'll cancel my game, and we can go out for dinner, or whatever you like. I'm sorry" I was a little sceptical he was being sincere, and thought maybe he was waiting for me to apologise back and let him have his friends over. But he insisted he wasn't. "OK". Let me get changed and we'll think of something". I was still wearing my clothes from work - a purple shirt, tucked into a just below-knee-length grey pencil skirt, and black heels. Luke looked anxious for a moment and glanced at the door but quickly turned back to me and looked me in the eye. "Darling," he said, "I am sorry, let me make it up to you." He walked towards me and put his hands on my shoulders. He kissed me and smiled then started to take off his tie. I smiled back at him as he began to run his hands down my arms. I didn't notice that he was gently moving my hands together behind my back. Kissing me more now, and moving his lips over my neck, I was completely taken in before I noticed he was wrapping his tie around my wrists. "What? Hey!" I shouted as he tugged tightly and I found my hands being bound together behind me. He spun me around and finished off the knot. "What the hell are you doing?" I growled as he stepped back and grinned at me. I tugged a little but it seemed I was stuck. "Sorry Ruth" he said. "But I'm going to go ahead and play some poker. I'll let you out later when we're done OK?" "WHAT!!??" I yelled again. "This is absolutely ridiculous! Untie my hands now!". I tired to kick at him, but my skirt was a little too tight and it didn't really work. "Can't have you calling your friends, so you're going to stay up here. We won't be long. Bye sweetheart." He strode out the door quickly and shut it behind him. As soon as it closed I heard the key in the lock turn. I dashed towards the door but it was definitely locked. That dick was going to leave me up here while he drank beer and played cards downstairs. I yelled something pretty damn obscene at him and started struggling to free my hands. |
| Name: | Dreamer |
| Comments: | Hey Cheryl. Loved your stiory! But you didn't describe how you and your stepdaughters were tied up when you first discovered. Or exactly how you were tied up by yourself when your husband discovered you. Please take a minute and put down a few extra details! Thanks! |
| Name: | Remarker |
| Comments: | Tight is good. Just never cut off her circulation. Play nice. |
| Name: | bram |
| E-mail address: | bram1_1@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | I really enjoys watching woman or girl being tied up ..
the tighter the bound the better they look.. |
| Name: | Remarker |
| Comments: | Can't wait to hear more Roger! |
| Name: | Roger |
| Comments: | One of the best things about working only ten minutes from home is that the possibilities for lunchtime fun are huge.
I taught my wife how to tie herself up. She would tie her legs and ankles, tie ropes up her ass and around her tits, gag herself, then slip her hands into a loop of rope behind her back and twist it a few times, and there she was, ready for me to find her and "save" her. I would frequently leave a note for her in the morning, on my way out, telling her I'd be home for lunch. Other times, I would leave other signals, like laying out the ropes and gags on the couch before leaving. Sometimes, I'd just get a vision in my head mid-morning, and call her on the phone. We worked out a few code words, in case anyone might be listening. One day I called her and asked her to check in the shed to see if I left my tool bag there. What she found was a chair, ropes, a gag, high heels and a thong. She got the idea. It was great fun playing those games, but I wanted to up it some, and make it more real. In an earlier story, I described how I got my wife to agree to remain tied up and be rescued by her friend, Pat. That was great fun! The idea, though, and the end game, was to expose Pat to bondage games a few times and talk her into a two-girl tie-up with my wife. (As a sidetone, it's amazing how many women will agree to be bound and gagged just for fun, as long as they can remain clothed, and the fun stays innocent.) After some discussion with my wife, she agreed to my plan, though skeptical at first: She would tell Pat she wanted to surprise me, and ask Pat to tie and gag her for me to find. Like last time, the one condition was that she not have to be nude. So we picked a day, and Pam asked Pat if she would do it. Pam told me that Pat laughed a little at first, but easily agreed to help out. On the big day, I was fidgety all morning with anticipation. Finally, lunchtime came and I drove to the house. As I pulled in the driveway, I could see Pat peek through the blinds at her house (the houses were very close together) and I pretended not to notice. You know, I had bound and gagged my wife so many times I lost count, but I was just tingling as i slipped the key into the lock on the front door. And I was not disappointed. In the living room, Pam was tied to one of the dining room chairs and gagged with a red bandanna tied in her mouth. She was wearing a short denim skirt and a halter top. Her hands were tied behind her, and her ankles were tied together and tied to the legs of the chair. She was securely bound to the chair with long lengths of twisted nylon rope. She was barefoot, and her toes were tied with clothesline. She called for help through her gag and strained against her ropes for me. I inspected the ropes, gag and the knots. It looked like Pat had done a pretty good job. For the first time in her life, my wife had been bound and gagged by someone other than me. I untied the ropes holding Pam to the chair, untied her ankles and toes, and stood her up. Her hands were still tied and she was gagged. I untied the bottom strap of her halter top and let it dangle in from of her. I picked up a rope and placed it in her hand. Then I marched her off to the bedroom, where I sat her on the edge of the bed and tied her ankles together. I gathered the remaining ropes from the living room, and tied her arms and legs. Then I placed her face down on the bed, hiked her skirt up, and entered her from behind. She pushed back hard against me with her ass as I rode her. We managed to finish up together. I left her bound and gagged for a little while, then untied her, but left the rope tied to one wrist and the gag dangling around her neck. I piled up the ropes out next to the chair in living room, and headed back to work. Again, I could see Pat peek through the blinds as she heard my car start. This time I waved. As I hit the end of the block at the stop sign, I saw Pat in the rear view mirror heading across our yard to check on Pam. In the next chapter, find out if the two-girl tie up happens! |
| Name: | Remarker |
| Comments: | Good luck Cheryl and God bless! |
| Name: | Cheryl |
| Comments: | I'll try to be as brief as possible. I am 35 yrs old, mother of 2 daughters, 15 and 10, and a 13 yr old son. I divorced their father when my youngest was 3, and struggled to support them over the years. 2 yrs ago, I returned to my hometown, found a decent job, then rented a small house just outside the city llimits. The house next to me, on a slight hill, was vacant for some time, then, one Friday after a difficult, tiring day at work, hoping the kids had prepared supper so I wouldn't have to, I was greeted by my oldest, Bethany, who was all excited. "Mom, we have a neighbor now. He started moving in this morning, and I think he's doing all the moving alone. He's been in and out with loads on his pickup. And, he's a hunk!" Too tired to care, upset supper wasn't ready, I just decided to go eat fast food, and told the kids to get ready and we went. Returning home, I soaked in the tub for a while, then went to bed early. Next morning, I arose, made coffee, and then noticed the new neighbor out in his drive. He was about 200 ft away, so I couldn't verify my daughter's declaration of "hunk"; besides, if my daughter thinks he's a hunk, he would be much younger than me. Anyway, I decided to go introduce myself. He was doing some work along the edge of the drive and didn't notice me until I got very near, and spoke to him. Startled, he jerked then turned to face me. Bethany was right! He is a hunk, gorgeous brown eyes, altho they seemed a bit sad, at least 6-1, slender but broad shouldered, close-cropped hair, gleaming teeth, clean shaven, just strikingly handsome. We introduced ourselves, and began a conversation. I found out that the house was his childhood home, inherited from his parents' estate after they died in a car crash. It had been empty for so long due to his only sibling contesting the will, which he had bee written out of for past indiscretions. Finally settled, Tom moved back home. I found out he was a veteran, serving several deployments in Iraq and Afghanistan. That's a period he rarely talks about. Anyway, he's 10 yrs younger than me, but makes me feel like a teenager again. We began to date, fell in love, he proposed, I surprisingly accepted, not because I don't love him; I do, dearly, but having never been successful with men, and having 3 kids, it can often doom a relationship before it gets off the ground. We moved into his place, since it is much larger, and paid for, and began our life together. The bondage came about after he came home from work one Saturday (construction), at noon, and discovered his wife and 2 stepdaughers tied up, rather well, by his stepson. It was just a "tie-up" game, nothing salacious, and after I assured him that it was with our complete permission, he took my son outside and they talked quite a while. Afterwards, I asked my son if Tom had scolded him, but he hadn't. Just some words of safety. The very next Saturday, my daughters both were invited to a sleepover with a girl cousin, si my son "captured" me and again tied me up. Tom discovered me, only after my son "coerced" a ransom from him. Befoe untying me, we kissed, even more passionately than usual. That is when he disclosed that seeing a woman all bound and helpless had excited him since he had been a pre-schooler. I admitted that being helpless was rather exciting for me as well, and after my sone went to bed that night, Tom led me to our room, undressed me, then pulled out several lengths of rope. He bound me more securely than my son had, but didn't hurt me. My arms were bound behind me, my elbows were bound, I was laid on my back on a stack of pillows to cushion my arms, my ankles were spread apart and bound to the sides of the bed, and he proceeded to perform oral sex on me until I had a massive orgasm. He then began to kiss my body all over, then entered me gently and made love to me more than once that night before untying me. It was so incredible, that we now perfrom bondage every weekend. I just have to be careful how loud I get. I have asked him to make a long weekend of it this coming weekend, as he already knows he wont have to work, and I'm having my folks watch the kids all weekend, Friday after school until Sunday after lunch. I told him I want to act out a home invasion/rape scenario, with no holds barred. Just no scars or blood. Anything else he has the green light for. The anticipation is driving me insane, wondering how I'm to be assaulted, how many times, etc. Its going to be a good, long weekend. Let you know how it goes afterwards. |
| Name: | L.S. |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=123450471002828 |
| Comments: | It started off as a regular Summer day. I was in a bathing suit and so wa me Mum. I got some rope, fashioned a few knots and waited... then Mum made me tie her to the toilet again. Honestly, I don't know why she's so obsessed with it. She makes me call her "Mrs. Lincoln" and always wears a black top hat. As soon as she's tied up, she has me fetch her a newspaper in my mouth like a dog. I always must kneel when she pulls the paper out of my mouth. Then she pulls a Milkbone dog biscuit out of a box off the shelf and shoves it in my mouth. She doesn't make me eat it, but I must confess, I have on occasion and I don't much mind the taste. Oh, and in the background we usually have a home video playing of her stripping at a GG Allin concert from his 1992 tour with the Murder Junkies. Mum says things along the lines of watch Mrs. Lincoln shitting and things like that. When she's ready to be untied, she yells, "I am freeing the slaves!" Then she flushes the toilet, which is my cue to untie her. She wants me to perform acts in front of her while she's on her "throne," but so far I've only found girls that are interested and I'd rather get involved with a guy. Just the idea of Abe Lincoln on the toilet is great by itself, but this woman adds a whole new meaning. Good for her! I'm a little sore from the whole experience, but my ropes and bathing suit will live to see another day! |
| Name: | Remarker |
| Comments: | Silver Fox glad you and Demi got so much out of the taping! Thanks for sharing. Looking forward to your next story. |
| Name: | The Silver Fox |
| Comments: | For our ninth taping, Demi and I enjoyed a change of venue. Some friends of hers treated us to a weekend at Caesars Tahoe (now the Montbleu Resort), so I took our video equipment and other supplies along. After arriving, Demi immediately changed into a longline black bra, tight shiny black lycra stirrup pants that fit like a second skin, black ankle boots with a three inch tapered heel, and her gold lame opera gloves.
As the scene opens, Demi is lying on the round bed on her left side, facing the camera. Her legs are bent back at a 90 degree angle, so we are treated to a wide band of white rope above her breasts and securing her upper arms. Another band secures her legs above the knees. There is a narrow band around her waist, while a single strand comes from the back over each hip and disappears between her legs at the crotch. She is gagged with a band of shiny black cloth over her mouth. Her first movement is to bring her legs upwards towards her body, so that we are treated to bands of white rope securing her legs below her knees and at her ankles. Demi begins to to test her bonds by stretching out her legs and rolling onto her back. She immediately returns to her initial position, rolls a little further onto her stomach, then back the other way, onto her back and over to her right side. Now we can see her wrists crossed and bound, and more rope connecting her arms above her elbows. She kicks her legs back towards her hands and extends them again, tnen rolls back to her left side, then back so that she is face up. She draws up her legs and digs in her heels to that she can raise her ass up. Then she flops over onto her left side, regaining her original position. She stretches her legs and shifts her position slightly so that her ankles extend over the edge of the bed. She tries to sit up, but flops over onto her right side and continues on to her stomach, with her lower legs extending over the edge of the bed when fully extended, and then kicks her legs twice. She tries rolling onto her back again, but only makes it to her right side. The second time she succeeds, and pauses to thrust her hips a few times (feeling the crotch ropes?). She then rolls back onto her stomach, kicks her legs once, then returns to lying on her back. These actions are repeated several times over the next few minutes, while her legs remain welded together, her arms welded to her sides, and her wrists welded together and to her butt. After one trip back onto her stomach, Demi finally atarts to work on the ropes at her wrists, but she makes no progress. She rolls 360 degrees towards the camera and back onto her stomach, kicks twice, and starts working her wrists again. I take the opportunity to zoom in on her ankle bonds, then pan up her magnificent legs. As I go, she struggles over onto her back. She flexes her legs from side to side and thrusts her hips again, then rolls over onto her stomach and continues to work on her wrists, but only succeeds on fingering the two crotch ropes. I give her a few more minutes to continue her struggles (side to side, front to back, kicking her legs, and fingering the crotch ropes. Nothing seems to be giving until finally, after rolling on to her left side, the ropes securing her upper arms (not anchored) appear to be working their way upwards. She rolls onto her back and one strand is now loose and no longer securing her arms. She shifts her position again so that her legs extend over the bed and give her the leverage to sit up. She immediately flops over onto her right side, and extends and flexes her legs. She then sits up again and flops back onto her left side. Demi then rolls back onto her stomach, kicks a few times, and then lies fairly still, just moving her legs slightly now and then. Since the ropes on her upper arms have loosened, I decide to fade out and end the session. This must have been my favorite taping. I have never been so hard for so long a period of time. Her clothes accented the curves of her body perfectly, as did the white rope on her black garments and the shiny blsck gag on her mouth. I couldn't wait to untie her so we could get it on. |
| Name: | Remarker |
| Comments: | Oooops, that was a remark from _me Melinda. Sorry. |
| Name: | Melinda |
| Comments: | Melinda I'm happy you and your man had an overall happy time. |
| Name: | Melinda |
| Comments: | My husband and I have implemented bondage into oour sex lives for years, willingly by both of us. On a recent "girls' night out", after several drinks, the subject of bondage came up, and when I mentioned that I was always the one tied up, the other ladies said that sounded unfair, that sometimes the guy should be tied. I asked if they ever tied their man up, and 3 of the 4 said yes. While that is their business, it doesn't really appeal to me. A couple of weeks later, we were invited to a cocktail party at one of my friend's, and after an invitation to stay the night, the liquor flowed pretty freely, and again the subject of bondage came up. One of the girls emtnioned how my husband had never been tied up, and, almost before anyone could blink, the other guys had my husband down and hogtied. He struggled and tried to get loose, and one of the girls came up with a ball gag and buckled in on him. He was hogtied pretty well, but not as good as I was usually tied. I mentioned that fact, that no one appeared to be able to tie as well as he could, and before I could react, it was my turn to be bound. There were only 3 other men there, as one of my friends had recently separated and come to the party alone. I went down under a rush of 3 mand and 4 women, and they began tying me. Another ball gag appeared, even larger than the one in my husband's mouth, and the straps were pulled severely and buckled tight, pulling the corners of my mouth back painfully. My wrists were tied with my palms touching, with what felt like a mile of rope. My ankles were bound, my elbows also, pulled on til they touched, something my husbadn rarely did. He could tie tight, inescapable even, but never to hurt, only to stimulate. It seemed as if this group was intent on being as brutal in their methods as my body would accept. Further evidence of this fact was when my ankles were pulled so far up behind me that no part of my thighs even touched the floor where I lay. My back was arched so painfully I thought my spine would snap. My friend who came alone said, "I have something in my bag she might like" and hurried off to retrieve it. She returned, and she had a Hitachi wand some tape, and what looked like a sleep mask. Her hands went under my skirt, she touched the wand to my slit, and I felt strips of tape applied to hold it in place, all the while I was "mmmmpppphhhh-ing" as loud as the ball gag allowed. I could see my husband eyeing the happenings, with a bit of alarm and also a bit of enjoyment. The wand was switched on, the sleep mask turned out to be a genuine blindfold, with soft material around the edges to seal out light. It was very effective, but then some sort of bandage was wrapped over gag and blindfold. After only a few minutes, the wand was accomplishing its intent, as I felt the first tingle of an orgasm, which kept building in intensity, and finally my body, tightly hogtied, was bucking and twitching with a massive orgasm, leaving me gasping for breath. I had several orgasms before I was freed, but after watching my experience, my husband was primed for a night of lovemaking, and led me to the room we were using for the night, and in short order was riding me like a wild man, and basically lkept it up all night. I finally passed out from exhaustion, and when I woke the next day, my vagina felt like it had been run over with a bulldozer. |
| Name: | Remarker |
| Comments: | Lucky dog Knot so Fast ! |
| Name: | Knot so Fast |
| E-mail address: | knotsofast@excite.com |
| Comments: | This story is true, but not about my wife.
I work for myself. A few years ago, I hired an office temp, nice girl about 40, married. One day I was doing a software upgrade on her computer and snooped through the cookies and history on the web browser. I found she was frequenting alt.com, a fetish-oriented dating site. I created a membership on the site and ran search for her. Jackpot! There she was. I contacted her and we began a dialogue about meeting, and tying her up. She didn't know who I was, which made the game especially exciting. She related some of her experiences to me, and eventually we agreed to meet socially before deciding to play rope games. We arranged a lunchtime meeting at a local coffee shop. She still didn't know it was me. Just for fun, I piled a little extra work on her right before lunchtime, and was amused by the way she hustled to get done in time to make her meeting. After she left, I placed a folding chair in the center of my office with ropes and a gag on it. She was very surprised when I showed up for the meeting! We laughed over it, and had a nice conversation over lunch. Then we headed back to work. The look on her face was priceless as we stepped through the door and spotted the chair, ropes, and gag! "I've decided to add some additional duties to your job description," I told her. I closed and locked the door. We engaged in small talk as she willingly allowed me to tie her to the chair and gag her. After a few photos, I released her. She had deep, crisp rope marks on her wrists, arms and ankles, which looked pretty cool as she sat at her desk and worked, after our first session. After that, we arranged a number of workplace adventures. Some of the outfits I had her wear to work were ridiculously fun! She usually had to change into her "work clothes" after arriving at the office. Sometimes, she simply worked nude. I would lock her clothes in a filing cabinet for the day. She spent a lot of time bound and gagged at work, and our rope games grew quite daring. I hated to let her go, eventually. But we remained friends and continued our adventures until she moved away. And I got some GREAT pictures, if anyone is interested in trading, confidentially of course. If any of you enjoyed this story, I'll post more specific episodes about our office adventures. Oh, and this is not the only girl I bound and gagged at work. I've been pretty lucky. |
| Name: | Remarker |
| Comments: | Glad you all had fun, Hank. |
| Name: | Hank |
| Comments: | It took a very long time, almost 4 years, but I finally talked my wife into getting a little kinky with another couple. We had each known Pam and David before we married, so that helped a lot. I worked it out with David, and together we created the scenario. We took our wives out for dinner on a Friday night of the Memorial Day weekend, and I talked Karen into dressing very sexy, in a tight skirt, tight blouse, with a garter belt and seamed stockings, and very high heeled pumps. She picked the actual ensemble, and just as David and Pam turned into our driveway, she exited our bedroom, and after ogling her, I almost called it off to stay home and keep her all to myself. She didn't have any idea what was going to happen, nor did Pam, but both women had talked about it more than once and seemed to be as eager as I. David and Pam have a van that has been customized, with 2 rows of captain-stye seats, with the second row able to swivel, and a rear seat that actually was a sofa bed. Darkened windows with curtains insured priovacy. We went out and got in the van, and off we went to a rather classy restaurant at the local lakeside marina. After eating dinner, we had several drinks, or made it appear to my wife that we did. Karen did have quite a few, lowering her inhibitions to nil. Whe we left the restaurant, Pam got behind the wheel, and David and I climbed in back and guided Karen to the sofa. We belted ourselves in, Pam fired up and off we went. Heading down a deserted back road, I began making out with Karen, targeting all her turn-on spots. It was working better than I expected even, as she seemed unaware of David sitting right beside her. She didn't even react as I released her seatbelt and turned her sligthly facing me, with her back to David. She did stop kissing for a second when David started to bind her wrists behind her, but I pulled her to me, and resumed making out, groping and fondling her. I felt her flinch s few times as David applied several lengths of rope to her arms. I knew when he finished, as he grabbed her head and turned her face to him and began making out with her. She only hesitated momentarily, and soon she was rally making out with both of us. Finally, as I was basically tongueing her tonsils, David begn unbutonning her blouse, then unhooked her front hook bra. Again her face was turned to him, and as David jammed his tongue into her mouth, I began kissing and licking and nibbling at her nipples, and could sense she was really getting aroused. I pulled her face from David to kiss her again, and David attacked her breasts. She begn to moan and tremble as we continued our advances on her body. David hooked an ankle around one of hers, and I did the other, adn we pulled her legs open. Karen was really getting into this, not protesting anything we did. David is a carpenter, with quite large hands, almost like a baseball glove, and his fingers were equally large. He began working her twat with his huge fingers, and I could feel her body begin to twitch as she neared a climax. She actually began begging us to make her cum as much as we could. I pulled her face toward my crotch, opening my zipper and pulling out my 8 incher, and pushed her face onto it, and her warm moist mouth engulfed my joystick quite eagerly. As this was going on, David was twisting her around into an almost unbelievable position, and shoved his cock into her now dripping cunt, bottoming outin her. This did elicit a reaction, but I held her head in my crotch and David began ramming his massive meat into her with all his might. He also was working her tight little asshole with one, or more, of his huge fingers. Karen began to jerk and twitch in another climax, then another, and another, as David pounded her cunt, and I was trying to ram her tonsils down her throat. I began blasting into her throat, feeling her trying to swallow fast enough to handle my huge load. As i pulled out of her throat, David swung her knees to the floor, with her ben over the sofa, got behind her, and pounded her harder than I had ever seen anyone fuck a woman. I watched, waiting for my turn, when I realized the van was stopped. The side door slid open, Pam climbed in and told me to drive, as she wanted in on the party as well. Not really wild about missing out on the fun, I did as she wanted, and as I put the van in gear and began driving, I could feel the van shaking so hard I was afraid to drive more than 25mph. It dawned on me that the shaking was becasue of the vigorous fucking David was giving myh wife. Soon, I heard him shout out, "motherfuck" and knew he was cumming. I adjusted the rearview mirror to see into the back, and saw David was no longer behind her, but was seated on the sofa beside Pam, and Karen's head was buried in Pam's crotch, as Pam held her head very firmly while Karen gave her cunt a major tongue lashing. After about 5 minutes, David grabbed hr hair and rasied her head to his crotch and rammed his cock down her throat. They made her switch crotches every few minutes, and I could tell by the sound when she was servicing David, as she made loud gagging and retching noises as he fucked her tonsils. Apparently, just as he was about to cum, Pam yanked Karen's head off his cock, and he covered her beautiful face with his jizz. "Damn, that burns the eyes" I heard Karen say. "Get that tongue back in my cunt" Pam told her, and then I heard slurping noises as Karen went back to work on Pam. Soon Pam achieved orgasm, then told David it was his to drive, and my turn to return to the back. We switched, and in the soft red light of the rear section, I could see gobs of cum all over Karen's face, and a look of exhaustion on ther face. "I think you 2 wore her out" I told Pam. "Now, I've got a hard dick and no where to put it." Pam reached behind her and unzipped her dress, pulled it over her head, and said, "see a place to put it now?" I did and I did, as she straddled me and began bouncing on my rigid member like a pogo stick. It took me no time to fill Pam's tight cunt, and as soon as I finished, she slid off the seat, grabbed Karen, pulled her feet up behind her back, and with incredible speed, put her in a brutal hogtie, then pulled her to her crotch and said, "now, clean your man's spunk form my cunt, and do a good job." For the rest of the night, and until about noon the next day, David and I fucked my wife in every opening, and Pam dildo fucked her just as much, and watching her use that dildo, I was glad it wasn't being used on me. |
| Name: | tiedmywife |
| Comments: | love the stories
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| Name: | Remarker |
| Comments: | burglar, that's great consenting play. ginger, mmmm ? :) |
| Name: | burglar |
| Comments: | An Unexpected Surprise
My lovely Asian Wife is always concerned that I am able to cum when we make love. She feels that when we engage in fantasy role play this will help me to cum much better, longer and stronger than if she performs oral sex with me. Also, as part of the fantasy role play, she likes it when I tie her up, completely restrain her, and include sensory deprivation as part of our fantasy role play lovemaking. For her, she finds that I cum stronger and last longer if I cum in her small little rosebud. And, I have to admit, I do have a much more powerful ejaculation when I come in her rectum. She likes to fantasize in our role play that she is being attacked by a burglar (me) who has stripped her, tied her spread-eagled and face down on her stomach on the bed, and has gagged her with a panty, placed tape over her mouth, put cotton balls over her eyes and then tape over the cotton balls, and stuffed cotton into her ears. Just her telling me this makes me get hard. Since this is her fantasy, I am very eager to oblige. Yesterday afternoon, I walked up to my wife while she was in the Kitchen and said to her “want to be ravished?” Immediately she turned around said “let’s do it now.” I told her to wait in the kitchen and then come into the bedroom in about fifteen minutes. While she was waiting, I prepared to make her fantasy come true. However, I had an unexpected surprise for her- Ginger. As my wife entered the bedroom and being ready and in disguise, I grabbed her and clamped my hand over her mouth, telling her to “keep quiet.” I then shut the door and with my hand over her mouth, I told her “don’t do any stupid. I am just here to rob you. But first, I need to make sure you are restrained and secured so you can’t escape and summon help.” Do you understand? Nod your head if you understand.” She nodded her head. “Good, I said, now I am going to take my hand off your mouth. Don’t scream.” She did as told. “Now, I want you to go get the following from your drawers: two clean panties.” She did as told. “Next, I want you to go to the bathroom and get four cotton balls.” She again did as told. “Now hand those over to me.” She gave me the panties, and the cotton balls. “Now, I want you to take off all of your clothes, and then go lie face down on the bed, on your stomach, with your arms and legs spread out.” Again, she did as told. With her nude, face down and spread eagled on the bed, I began to restrain her. Using the duct tape I already had with me. I tightly taped each of her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed. Then, I picked up the panties. “Open your mouth”, I told her. She did as told. I shoved the panties into her mouth and then applied tape over her mouth to hold the panties in place. Next, I placed two cotton balls over her yes and secured those with tape as well. Then, I took the two remaining cotton balls and placed one in each ear. Looking at her being helpless, fully exposed and sensory deprived made my cock start to get hard. Now, with her fully restrained and unable to speak, see or hear, I removed my clothes and my black ski-mask. I climbed on top of her and began to slowly rub my now hard cock over her pussy and rectum. While I was doing this, she began to moan and mew through her gag and squirm against her restraints. I could tell she was enjoying having my cock rub against her small puckered rosebud as her moans and mews became louder and louder. Just as I started to press my dick against her rectum, I stopped. Immediately she started to moan and mew as if telling me she wanted me to continue. However, I had a surprise for her. I took a piece of cut ginger and placed it in her rectum. Immediately, she began to squirm, moan and mew with more intensity. She struggled, mewed and moaned through her gag and began shaking her head from side to side. I just watched with delight as the ginger was doing its job. Her body was shaking and she was bucking as the ginger continued to remain in her rectum for at least ten minutes. During that time, I saw she was having multiple, small orgasms. All of a sudden, her body began to violently shake with a huge, final orgasm and then a huge wet patch began to appear under her body. When she stopped shaking, I removed the ginger root from her rectum and then removed her gag, blindfold and restraints. She then slowly got up, turned to me, and gave me a big hug and a passionate kiss. “This was the most intense and earth-shattering orgasm I have ever had”, she said. “I loved it. From now on, I want our fantasy role plays to always be this way.” |
| Name: | Remarker |
| Comments: | Jackie I'm very happy for you and Jeff ! Thank you for sharing your love making. |
| Name: | Jackie |
| Comments: | I have never considered myself pretty, but I have been blessed with a good figure: 5-4, 36C-23-35. I have short blond hair, green eyes, and my husband says I have the smoothest and softest skin in the world. He also tells me I'm beautiful and sexy. Guess he needs glasses. Anyway, I've always liked being tied up. Growing up, when playing with the boys in the neighborhood, or with my cousins, I always volunteered to be the prisoner. My husband and I have only been married about 7 months, and I decided it was time I let him in on my zecret. We were invited to a cocktail party given by my boss on a Friday night. I wore a rather snug fitting silk blouse, a skirt that came to my knees, but so tight I could barely take steps. A wide belt, 4 inch heels, and dark stockings completed my outfit. At the party, I drank only sips, and when no one was watching would dump my glass. I acted slightly tipsy, and my husband finally suggested we leave. Before leaving, I stepped into the bathroom, and removed my panties. On the way home, I asked my husband to stop and get me a bottle of water. When he went in the store, I pulled a set of handcuffs from my purse, borrowed from my sister who was a former deputy sheriff. They were the type without a chain between the cuffs, but rather a short solid piece of steel. I snapped them on, and when Jeff got back in the truck, he asked why I was sitting funny. I just leaned forward so he could see the cuffs, then leaned back. "I'm pretty much at your mercy" I told him. "Where's the key" he asked in a voice that sounded upset. "Only way to find out is to fuck the info out of me" I said. He just looked at me for several seconds, started the truck, and drove us home. He didn't way a word the whole way, and I began to think I was making a mistake. When we pulled in the garage, I told him that he would have to release my seatbelt, since I was cuffed. Silently, he got out on his side, and started around to my side, stopped, picked something upp from the shelf, then came around and opened my door, released the seatbelt, and helped me from the truck. As soon as I was out, he spun me around, and said, "if you want to be a prisoner, okay then." Then he preceded to tie my elbows together, something I had experienced as a kid, but not since, and was surprised they would still touch. He tied them quite tight. Before I could compliment or complain, he stuffed his handkerchief in my mouth, and plastered some duct tape over it. Then, he squatted down, tied my knees, then my ankles, all very tight. It dawned on me that he wasn't as upset as I had thought, but rather interested. "Okay, woman, let's go" he said, then, steadying me by my shoulders, helped me hop over to the door. There are 4 steps into our house from the garage, and bound as I was, I certainly couldn't climb them. The look he was giving me made me get so aroused that I wanted him right then, right there. Instead, he picked me up, slung me over his shoulder, and carried me into the house. He stood me on my feet and again helped me hop, this time into our spare bedroom. He said, "don't go anywhere" and left me standing, teetering on my heels, and walked out of the room. I heard him walking all thru the house, and when he returned, he was carrying more rope, scarves, elastic bandage, and had removed all his clothes. with a very noticeable erection. Eureka! My man was into this after all! "You want to tell me where the key for the cuffs is?" he asked. I shook my head 'no', so he said, "then, I'll just have to make you want to talk" and moved me over to the bed, lay me on my belly, pulled my feet up behind me, and tied them to the cuffs. Then, he wrapped my eyes till no light was visible. I was helpless at his mercy, and my snatch was dripping, my niples were so hard they tingled. He rubbed hic cock all over my face, removed my gag, and placed his erection in my mouth, and I went to town. In no time, he coated the back of my throat with his cum, and I swallowed every drop. I was re-gagged, this time with what I decided was several pair of my panties wadded up. No tape this time, but rather a scarf was wrapped around and then knotted over my mouth. For future ease I guessed. He kissed the top of my head, and said, "think about telling me where the key is, and I'll set you free." Since I didn't want to be freed yet, the key's location was safe. I lay in my hogtie for quite some time, then heard Jeff return to the bedroom. To my dismay, he rleased my legs from my wrists, then stood me up, hopped me to the footboard, then bound me, rather tight, too, to the frame. My knees were unbound, then my ankles, and I started to protest, but he spread my ankles and tied them to the legs, then spread my knees and bound them to the footboard, so I was like a turkey wihsbone. My tight fitting skirt was now way above me knees, and when Jeff saw that I was wearing thigh high stockings and not panty hose, plus my panties were gone, he chuckled and said, "looks like you had some ideas for tonite, huh?" When he ran his fingers lightly over my labia, I bucked and humped at his touch and felt deep down the twinge that I knew would soon be an orgasm, begging into my gag for him to take me, but instead, he knelt in front of me, and ran his fingers up and down the insides of my legs with a light, sensual touch. He again brushed the lips of my cunnie, also lightly, and said, "baby, you're so wet, you're dripping ion the floor." Then, he buried his tongue into me, seeking and finding my clit, working it over, causing it to swell and harden, then sucked on it, and the orgasm that had been building just exploded. It was almost brutal, making me see stars, hear bells, and sag into my bindings. He quickly stood up, and in the same motion, entered me. He just stood there, filling me with his hardness, not moving, or speaking, for several seconds. I could feel my vaginal muscles trying to milk his cock, to drain him, to satisfy him. Finally, he began to make motions, slowly, tenderly, taking his time enjoying what I had to offer. Soon, he increased his speed, his power, taking me with eagerness, unbuttoning my blouse, manhandling me breasts out of my bra cups, sucking on them as he rammed himself into me. I felt another porgasm coming, and tried to meet his every thrust with my own. Finally, as he was beginning to fill me with cum, I experienced another violent climax. Jeff kept thrusting, using all his energy, and lifting me, and the end of the bed, til finally his cock was no longer hard enough to remain in me and dropped out. I was trembling, he was trembling, we both were covered in perspiration, and I was still cuffed and bound. What could be better |
| Name: | aly noline |
| E-mail address: | alykat567@hotmail.com |
| Name: | Helen |
| Comments: | This event happened several years ago. I just recently discovered the Dreambooks, and was pleasantly surprised to find out others are like me. I'm no longer married, but not for the happenings of this event. We just drifted apart over the years. Anyway, my husband and I had enjoyed some light bondage beginning before we decided to marry. We moved to Texas from a midwestern state, for bemployment reasons, and made frinds with another couple after about 2 months. My husband worked with the guy, Albert, in the oilfields, and we began to socialize and hang together. Albert's wife, Linda, was a gorgeous, statuesque blonde, at least 5-11 tall, long blond hair, blue eyes, all the right stuff. I was, at the time, slightly pudgy; my husband told me I was "voluptuous",i.e., big breasts that had a little sag, rather hippy, and just a bit of belly flab, not obese or even fat. I'm a brunette, or was then, gray now, brown eyes, and 5-5 in height. Anyway, one night we were playing cards and having some alcohol, and somehow the conservation turned to sex, and fetishes. I let the liquor talk for me, and told how my husband and I practiced some bondage, as foreplay. Albert asked if i was tied so I couldn't escape, and I said "no." My hubby, Jim, immediately protested, saying, "you never got loose", and I retorted, "I didn't want to spoil the moment. It was called foreplay, remember?" Then, the subject became bondage, with Linda and Albert each admitting they enjoyed bondage as well. Linda said, "when Albert ties someone, they don't get loose until someone lets them loose." Again, the booze spoke for me, and I said, "I can get loose from any rope bondage." As soon as the words were out of my mouth, we all looked at each other. Jim spoke first, "maybe we should have a bondage night and see who can get loose and who can't." As one, Albert and Linda agreed, and all looked at me. Rising to the challenge, I also agreed, but said we should wait til another evening and start at an earlier time, as it was almost midnite. We decided on a Saturday, 2 weeks in the future. On the day of the "festivities", about 9:30 am, Albert showed up and picked up Jim for a day of hanging out, and Linda was with him. She said she would pick an outfit for me to wear, and then we would go to thier house and I could pick what she would wear. She dove into my closet, my bureau, my lingerie chest, packing the itmes into a suitcase. I was not allowed to watch while she packed for me, but when she finished, she said, "okay, let's go. We'll get ready for the guys, and when its time, we'll be ready. I picked some rather revealing clothing from her extensive wardrobe. I chose a garter belt, seamed stockings, a dress that was cut almost to the waistline, and a pair of black pumps that had to have heels at least 6 in. high. No bra or panties. I figured Albert would really appreciate my choices. After a light lunch, we each began to prepare. When I opened my suitcase packed by Linda, I realized she had picked some items I hadn't worn for a while and would probably be too tight. A long sleeve blouse, a knee length skirt, a black bra and no panties. While looking at the outfit, there was a knock at the door, and Linda opened and walked in. "Here, I didn't pick any shoes for you, and since we were the same size, you wear these, and this pair of thigh-highs." She handed me a pair of very high heeled sandals with ankle straps and about a 3/4 inch platform. The heels were taller than any I owned or had ever worn. "Just wear what I picked and nothing more or less." "Same to you", I replied. We joined up in the den and had a glass of wine while we waited for the guys, and about 2pm that arrived. Each was carrying a gym bag, which turned out to hold their binding supplies. "Albert and I were discussing today's goings-on, and decided we should each tie up the other's wife." This was a bit of a surprise to me, but Linda seemed non-phased. I thought, 'what the hell' and said, "okay with me if Londa doesnt care about me embarrasssing her man by escaping." Linda said, "take your best shot, kiddo." The guys then dumped out their gymbags, and there turned out to be enough rope to tie up at least 20 people. There was also rolls of tape, sponges, rubber balls, bandages, gauze, all kinds of things to gag and blindfold with. Jim walked over to Linda, and politely asked her to turn her back to him and put her hands behind her. Albert walked to me, grabbed my shoulder and spun me around, grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back, and instantly began wrapping rope around my wrists, looslely at first, but then he did something that when he pulled the rope ends, the ropes instantly tightened up more than I expected. I noticed, tho, that Linda had flinched a couple of times as Jim bound her, so he was not being easy on her. Albert then stuffed a new sponge, a rather large one, into my mouth, and appled some white medical tape over my mouth. Jim stuffed a large black ball, a rqcquetball I think, into Linda's mouth. I wondered if my jaws appeared as stuffed as hers did. Strangely, no tape was applied to Linda's mouth. Albert then bound my elbow, pulling them until they touched. Jim had never pulled them together before, so it was a new experience for me. Linda was obviously bound the same, as her breasts were jutting out so far that I thought her dress might tear. She had a fit of a flush look on her face, and I thought, 'damn, she's getting horny'. As I watched with great interest, Jim blindfolded her with an Ace bandage and tape, sat her donw on the coffeetable, bound her above and below her knees, rolled her onto her stomach on the table, pulled her ankles up and hogtied her. She made no sound whatsoever, not even when he applied rope over and under her shoulders and pulled them back and tied the rope to the rope around her elbows. She had an unnatural arch in her body, bubt never complained. I wondered what was in store for me, as Albert hadn't completed tying me yet, watching insted as his wife was tightly bound. Jim looked at him and said, "you said in the bottom chest drawer, right?" Albert said, "yep, bring 'em all", and Jim went to the bedroom. Albert lowered me to the floor, bound each ankle to a thigh, then bound my ankles together, then a rope went from ankles up under armpits and back to ankles and pulled quite sharply, and I was arched more than Linda was. Jim returned by this time, and began laying out several "adult toys" and I began to protest, but the sponge effectively silenced me. Then, I was blindfolded too. Albert spoke then, "okay ladies, you have 30 minutes to get loose. If your still have any rope on u after 30 minutes, we will begin to use these itmes on u as we see fit, and maybe even enjoy what u have to offer personally." What? Did that mean what I thougt it did? Were they going to use us sexually? Both of them? Both of us? I began to struggle in earnest, but to no avail. In fact, struggling seemed to make the ropes tighter. Finally, Jim said, "5 minutes, girls, and neither of you are loose. Gonna be a fun time tonite." I renewed my efforts but still no luck. "Time's up" I heard Albert say, then a buzzing noise, and I heard Linda make a gasping noise, and the buzz got fainter. Soon, Linda was making lots of noise, but it didn't sound like noises of distress, but rather pleasure. "Man, don't hold back, give her some cock" Albert said. I guess Jim ungagged her, as her muffled sounds of ecstasy were replaced by a slurping noise. Jim was mouth fucking her! In short order, I heard him say, "oh, fuck! Suck it, Linda, suck it", then a gasp and a bit of a gaggin noise, and then Linda said, "how long has it been since you shot your wad? You could drown a girl." My shoulder, armpit, ankle rope was removed, my frogtied legs were spread, and a hard cock was shoved into my cunt. "Damn, Helen, yu're soaking wet. You must really be turned on" Albert said, then began fucking me in earnest. Jim is a great lover, taking me to multiple orgasms every time we make love, but Albert wasn't making love, he was fucking me. He held my legs and pounded my pussy for several minutes, then began to fuck me in a frenzy as he approached orgasm, finally flooding my cunt with so much cum I could feel it leaking out while he still pumped it in. I hadn't had sex with anyone but Jim since I was 16, and was in a bit of a shock. Not really upset, just shocked. To shorten this story, I'll just say that over the remainder of the weekend, i was fucked by both guys numerous times, and even experienced my first anal sex, which was not particularly enjoyable, and even perfomed oral sex on Linda, and she on me. We had a few more weekends like this one over the next year or so, then Albert and Linda moved and we nver found another couple we trusted to party with |
| Name: | J B |
| E-mail address: | zeketheintruder@Gmail.com |
| Comments: | I truly enjoy tying up women;it isn't that I'm a'sicko' or was raped as a little boy, I just have an intense sexual response from the sight of a female in tight rope restraints. Yes, sometimes she's stripped to her lingerie, or nude, but it isn't the potential sexual intercourse which gets me off-it's the struggling, whimpering,and her desperate look in her eyes, which say wordlessly, "I think he's going to rape me!" I do not force sexd upon my abductee's, nor do I trick them into br=eing tied- I am open and above board with them and take great pleasure in helping them achieve explosive orgasms as well as intense joy from having their secret fantasies fulfilled! |
| Name: | The Silver Fox |
| Comments: | Sorry, had to rush off before finishing my last post.
Demi continues rolling back and forth from the head of the bed to the foot and back, flexing her legs, struggling, and working at her wrist ropes. She manages to loosen the rope around her waist and over her wrists, but can make no further progress. She shakes her head slightly and finally lies back in defeat. I've won again, and fade out. |
| Name: | The Silver Fox |
| Comments: | OK, things seem to be back on track, so I'll narrate our 8th taping. We're back upstairs in our bedroom, and the scene opens with Demi lying on her left side. We can see broad bands of white rope binding her ankles and legs above and below her knees. She rolls onto her back and draws her legs up, then continues over onto her right side so that we can see her wrists bound behind her back. She is testing her wrist bindings, and rolls back over onto her left side. She flexes her legs at the knees, and rolls back over onto her right side. She hesitates and seems to be checking out her predicament. Since her feet are towards the camera, we haven't had a good lookat her upper body bondage yet, but we can see that she is gagged with a band of white cloth over her mouth.
Demi continues to roll from side to side, and in doing so, she changes the angle of her body to the camera so that we get a better overall view. First, we can see that she is wearing a black camisole and leopard print panties along with nude/tan stockings, 4" high heeled pumps, and her gold lame opera gloves. Bands of rope secure her arms to her body above and below her breasts. We can also see a thin band of rope around her waist and wrists. The third time Demi rolls over onto her right side, she manages to move her ankles such that they are slightly crossed instead of parallel. I zoom in for a closeup of her legs, and we can see that her nylons are seamed along the back and held up by garters. I zoom back out as she struugles and sits up, swinging her ankles (back to parallel) over the edge of the bed. She immediately flops over onto her left side such that she is now lying sideways on the bed and facing the camera. She rolls onter her back and draws her legs up, digging her heels into the blanket. I zoom in for another colseup of her gorgeous legs and you can see that there are a dozen turns of rope at her ankles, above and below her knees, all cinched. When I zoom back out, she rolls over onto her right side and we see her struggling with the rope at her wrists. She rolls back over to her left side and stomach, then back onto her back and sits up. She stuggles for a second and looks at the camera, then flops back down onto her left side, continues on to her stomach and over to her right side. She continues to struggle, rolling completely over from side to side from the foot to the head of the bed and back, occasionally sitting up along the way. During the course of her stuggles, Demi manages to slip off her pumps. I immediately fade out and replace them. When I fade back in, Demi is still lying sideways on the bed on her stomach. She draws her feet back towards her hands, then rolls back over to her right side, working at her wrist ropes and flexing her legs at the knees. |
| Name: | georgehowler |
| E-mail address: | georgehowler@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | hello everybody
I am a amateur story writer,I am willing to write stories for those here, who want to see their wife tied up or tying others wife up...etc If you are interested send me word to my email.... georgehowler@yahoo.com |
| Name: | Cathy |
| E-mail address: | cathyreynolds776@yahoo.com |
| Name: | blondebound |
| Comments: | Removed by WebMaster. |
| Name: | steve |
| E-mail address: | sm9412@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | i'll take that last story over all that guys tied up crap
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| Name: | Cathy |
| Comments: | I would suggest reading a hot novel to all of those who want to read the fiction here, the rest of us who enjoy being tied/tying up would prefer real stories. |
| Name: | Peter |
| E-mail address: | pehothtr@gmail.com |
| Comments: | I agree. Actual experiences are great. If I want fiction I can go elsewhere. Some of these stories are not welcome to me. Moderater, can you give some direction here? |
| Name: | Quiet_12 |
| E-mail address: | Quiet_12@hotmail.com |
| Comments: | Title of this Dreambook should be changed to "FICTIONAL Stories of Wives Tied Up & Gagged" |
| Name: | Paul |
| Comments: | My wife and B wanted to celebrate their recent promotions so on a recent Friday evening my wife and I went to B's and her husband's and the plans were to spend the night as we had planned on consuming major quantities of booze. We arrived about 6pm, and the aroma of food was almost as mouth-watering as my wife's, and B's, appearance. Both are breat-takingly gorgeous blonds. My wife is 5-6, 34C-22-34, long hair, lips that just beg to be kissed, and a sense of adventure rarely seen in a female: always ready for something new and exciting. B is almost 6 ft barefooted, with short hair, and at least D cups, and turned heads every where she went, both male and female. Each of them dressed to accentuate their bodies, and draw attention, even tho we weren't going out. After eating a delicious meal, with several glases of wine, the table was cleared, and we moved to the lving room. More wine, brandy, and the 2 women were a bit giddy, or so it seemed. S and I just nursed our "adult beverages" so were basically normal. Somehow, the ladies got to talking about their childhoods and some of their adventures. Seems both had grown up in neighborhoods with mostly boys so spent their time playing boys' games. Apparently, what was played the most were activities that involved them getting tied up. They giggled like pre-teen girls whentalking about being tied up. My sexy wife bragged that no one had ever been able to keep her from escaping her bonds, and B said it was only because her brothers had never tied her up. "No one escaped them, even our mom, and a couple of other moms in the neighborhood. I think our granpa taught them about ropes and knots." Still, my wife insisted she could escape anyone's ropework. When B suggested that I tie my wife to see, I declined, saying, "I've never tied anyone up. I grew up an only child, on a farm, so playing wasn't done. Just chores, and schoolwork." S spoke up, "don't look at me. I can't be trusted to tie up another woman. Might forget I'm married." My wife, with a look of concentration on her eyes, finally said, "well, B, since you have so much experience, you tie me up. Then, when I get loose, I'm gonna tie you up an make you my maid/slave." When she said that, B's face lit up like a floodlight. She took off thru the house, and I watched with a stiffening cock as her sexy ass wiggled down the hall on top of her stilleto heels. She was gone almost 10 minutes, and when she returned, she was carrying a bulging backpack. "Go pee" she told my wife, "it might be a long time til you get another opportunity." Watching my wife's sexy round ass on top of her higher heels almost made me blow my load. She was back in about 5 minutes, and immediately downed the raming contents of her glass. When she saw what B had dumped out of the backpack, she giggled, but nervously this time. B crooked her finger at my wife, and she stepped to her. B grabbed her shoulder and turned her to face me and S. Grabbing a length of rope, she began; as she kept using more rope, and pulling it tight, my wife's visage began turning to one of concern. B was pulling the ropes tight enought that you could hear them squeak, and my wife would grunt or groan occasionally. Finally, B pulled out a ballgag, a large ballgag, and stuffed it between her red lips. It seemed as if she had to force it to get it past her teeth,, and my wife now looked very nervous. B had yet to bind my wife below her waist, just arms and torso. The gag was so large that she was already drooling non-stop. I looked over and S and he was rubbing his crotch, which had a large bulge in it. "Okay, sexy, let's go" B said to my wife, and, taking her by a shoulder, steered her down the hall. Looking back at us, she said,"aren't you guys coming?" We each sprang to our feet and followed. When she got to the door to the garage, she opned it and took my wife into it. Looking around, she nodded her head, then told S to back both vehicles out of the garage. He tossed me the keys to his truck, and he backed B's car out. B had stood my wife in the open door of the while we moved the vehicles, but none of their neighbors were visible anywhere. Once S and I were back in the garage, she lowered the door, and led my wife over to a ladder leaning against the wall, turned her and stood he with her back to the ladder. The concernon my wife's face was very evident, and also a look of discomfort. B bound her to the ladder, pulling her feet around behind the ladder as far as she could before tying them, giving the rope a brutal jerk as she affixed her feert securely. Next she pushed my wife's skirt up almost to her waist, revealing the garter belt she had on, as well and the tiny purple thong panties. The look on wife's face was now fear, but also a little anticipation, maybe even desire. S spoke then: "that pussy is just beggin to be eaten, then fucked" and I said I couldn't agree more. B said, "if she gets her pussy eaten, I want mine eaten as well." No sooner had she said that than she dropped her dress to the floor. B had a shaven pussy, with a little heart with an arrow thru it tattooed right above it, the arrow pointing at her slit. That was the only invitation I needed, so I stuck my face right into her crotch and rammed my tongur as far up her slit as it would reach. Her clit was already engorged, and when my tongue made contact, she let out a gasp and grabbed the back of my head, forcing my face farther in. She began to orgasm, covering my face with her juices. When I removed my face from her crotch and looked at my wife, B had his face same place my face had been on his wife, but he also had both hands working her pussy with a fever pitch. Wife was making noises, but I wasn't sure if it was agony or ecstasy. B stood up, pulled out his cock, and rammed it right into wife, and began to pund her pussy with a vengeance. I was afraid he would make the ladder fall over., but he just pounded her with all his might. B reached over and took my hand and led me back into the house, to a bedroom, and pulled me to her. I decided to give her what S was giving my wife, and pounded her as hard and fast as I could. She was moaning, yelling, matching me thrust for thrust. I filled her snatch with the biggest load of cum I ever shot, which made me feel guilty, as I love my wife, and we have an incredible sex life. Still, B is an irresistable woman. After catching my wind, I returned to the garage, and found my wife now bent over a saw horse, with S ramming his still hard cock into her ass even more vigorously than he had her cunt. Anal sex was something my wife had always drawn the line at, but she was getting her ass pounded rather brutally today. S was thrusting so hard the saw horse was scooting across the concrete floor. I turned back, with a raging hard-on, went back to B, rolled her on her belly, and rammed straight into her ass. She seemed as eager as I, and I flet her tightening her ass around my cock, as I rode her til I blasted another load. After rolling off B and catching my wind, I again went looking, and found S and wife in the garage still, with S hogtying my wife, pulling her ankles so far up behind her, I was afraid he would brak her like a wishbone. Satisfied she couldn't escape, he pulled the ballgag from her mouth and rammed his cock as far in her mouth as it would go, causing her to gag and retch. Her fingers were wiggling like mad as she struggled to breathe. I started to interfere, but somthing wouldn't let me. I was mesmerized as B brutally fucked my wife's tonsils, finally yelling, "fuck!" as he shot his load into her throat. As fast as he could, he withdrew his cock and shoved the huge ballgag back in her mouth. My wife's face was streaked with tears, makeup, mascara, and what looked like dried cum. I realized that my wife had been subjected to a night like she had never knew existed, I had sex with her co-worker, S had done things to my wife I had never dreamed of or been permitted to do. All in all, quite a night. |
| Name: | CC |
| Comments: | If there is a moderator for these pages, please help! This seems way out of place, Polly's, too. |
| Name: | Arman J Redman |
| Comments: | I arrived at Glasgow airport to travel to Toronto, wearing my traditional Scottish kilt(and boots because it was winter as well as an overcoat).
I came quite easily through immigration and passport control. MPS met me just outside the "Arrivals" door of the airport and introduced herself. She was wearing a leather black miniskirt, matching leather top and black boots and looked cool for the good 60 years of age that she was. She stroked my bum as she kissed me and then showed me to her limosine car. I carried my case to the car adn put it in the boot, followed by my overcoat. It was quite an adventure into the unknown responding to her website and meeting this lady I had never met before for a bondage session "Shall we discuss the finer details when we get to our destination" she said. "Fine by me" I replied I got into the back of the limosine - where her two pretty daughters J and R(both skirted and booted like MPS) were sitting and they beckoned me to sit between them. As I sat down, J grabbed my hair playfully and pulled me chest forward gently over onto her lap. R grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind my back. She then proceeded to tie them together. "Now these are the rules" MPS said. "In my house, it is the women who are in charge. And you will do what you are old whilst in our service" And with that, the two daughters proceeded to tie my ankles and legs together. I was then pulled back over J's lap for the rest of the 2 hour journey. I think she must have quite liked me because she ran her hands over my kilt and under it, which really quite aroused me. When we arrived at the other end, my knees were freed and my ankles were then tied so I could hobble out of the car to the house. J led me out of the limosine and R and MPS joined us in the entrance of the house. As I hobbled into the house, I asked if I would have any say in the length of service I had to perform. "No" was the reply I was led upstairs to the bedroom and then my hands and feet were untied and the gag removed. I was led to a bathroom and told to have a bath and then come down and join the family. I relaxed in the bath and got out 15 mins later to find that my kilt and shirt had been replaced by a black silky skirt and a red blouse. I therefore dressed accordingly and went down stairs, where J proceeded to twist my arms behind my back and R tied my wrists together tightly. Then J gagged me but the gag used was not your usual ball gag but one that could be pumped up in your mouth to enable the gag to fit 100% (and more). I was then escorted to the room where the family was and I was sat down on a chair. My ankles were then tied to the chair and a rope was wound round my waist pinning my back to the back of the chair. And then I was hooded. It was strange - yet exhilarating - to feel a hand go under your skirt knowing that you were totally defenceless and at the woman's mercy. They could do what they wanted with me and I was defenceless. MPS then said: "In this house, while men are subservient to the mistresses of the house. We will treat you with respect, but you have to remember that we are in charge. It is your duty to work out how you can be of service to me. Do you understand." I nodded my head and the hand under my skirt gave me a gentle tweek - sending me almost explosively sky high. She then started to stroke my leg and her hand wandered toward the front of my body.... |
| Name: | Polly |
| E-mail address: | Polly@hotmail.com |
| Comments: | I came across your wife - you said she was sold at the slave auction in Mogadishu.
I was working for an Arab Sheik for many years in Mogadishu - and I recall him buying her - I remember it because it was such a strange buy. She was wearing - unlike any other slave we ever bought - a black skirt, red top (and red pullover - in that heat)and shiny black boots. All pretty designer stuff - so we knew she was something special. Must have been around 19995 And she was given special treatment! What she did to deserve it I don't know She could be bought for "special services" by special friends of the Sheik's. Most of the time these "special services" would entail no more than being tightly tied up on the bed on her stomach with her legs spreadeagled, so they could "play" with her until they were sexually satisfied. Usually she was respected but not always. What made her so atrractive to these men? I think it was to find a girly girl, skirted and booted in the desert and so I think she was rented out quite expensively. Yet she was given to some of the worst perverts as well. i) For example one day she was brought hooded into the room with Abdullah - she was generally only given to men. Abdullah then caught hold of one of her hands as she stretched her hands out to feel where she was. He then whisked her arm behind her back and forcing her to her knees as she squealed in pain. He placed his knee in the middle of her back as she was forced down on her stomach, wrenching the arm almost out of the socket as she howled in agony. Then he would demand the other arm be presented immdeiately - always giving a little "encouragement" by twisting the captured arm until she put the other behind her back quickly to ease the pain. She was then tied up - reverse prayer position I recall - and was fitted with a horse bit and harness (suited modified to fit a human head) with the the bit fitted into her mouth. Abdullah placed her on a table and sat on her riding her. The pain in having the bit yanked in her mouth was such as to draw blood. ii) On another occassion she was taken to the buggy and harnnesed to it her hands tied behind her - which made pulling the buggy far more strenuous as she has nothing to hold on - not even the hraness she was pulling. She and one of the beautiful skirted and booted guards (obviously as a punishment) were harnessed together in a buggy and were taken for a ride - pulling a buggy with four twenty stone men in over rough terrain. The two woman were regularly whipped if they did not pull hard enough. This was exhausting in the heat and she and the tortured guard came back drenched after 3 hours. Both were stripped off and hosed down. The guard was then released but Jenny, (your wife Rowena), was then dressed in a fresh set of ironed clothes (skirt, jumper -oh the heat must have been unbearable-and boots). She was then hooded which made her plight even worse as she gasped for breath with her hands tied behind her - to stop her removing the hood. iii) On an other occasion, she was taken to the dungeon where she was suspended by her arms behind her back - for ten minutes - standing just on tiptoe. She told me that was agony as your muscles start to seize up. iv) Again on an other occassion, she was strung up by her ankles and left hanging - hands tied behind her back with the skirt over her face and whipped for ten minutes - and I mean whipped. The man seemed to be turned on by her howls of agaony v) There was one case only when she was given to a woman (or shall I say the woman was entertained while Jenny was present). Jenny's torso was tightly tied to a thick post in the middle of the room, the rope being tied to accentuate her breasts (after the blouse and jumper had been removed) but the skirt and boots would be free of rope so she would be "part of the furniture" while the clients took "afternoon tea". I remember Abdullah coming in and going up to her. Her face froze in absolute fear as he bent down and started licking her breasts and then started to bite them hard. She screamed as the blood flowed and a strong security guard had to be called to avoid Abdullah biting her breast off and killing her. I have never heard a woman scream so loudly and so fearfully and for so long as I did that afternoon. But then the breasts are the most senstive area of our body. vi) I don't know what it was with Abdullah - but as he was his father's favorite son, he persuaded the Sheik to give Jenny to him for his 25th birthday. What happened to her after that I don't know. What caused Abdullah to be so sadistic to her, I don't know? After all he was always so gentle with me. But perhaps it was becasue I am black. I guess you'll never give up looking for her. If you do find her alive, give her Polly's love and tell her I so wanted to help her but I was fearful of reprisals -especially from Abdullah With love Polly |
| Name: | Rosie |
| E-mail address: | Jane@hotmail.com |
| Comments: | Tricked into being skirted and booted in bondage
Hi guys, I met first Debbs at my first year in Uni at a party. After the party I dropped her home but couldn't go in to her flat because it was a "boys no- go" zone. Her landlady, Mrs Mc Allister, a pretty 40 year old, didn't want the flat to degenerate into a "student brothel". Having a boy in the flat would constitute a breach in the contract and then Debbs would have to find another place. We had been going out for three months when I took Debbs home and she said: "Why don't you dress up in skirt and boots - and then she won't notice you as a boy." and yiou can come up to my flat where we won't be disturbed. As I fancied more time with Debbs alone, I agreed. After all, it wasn't such a crazy idea as I had beautiful long blonde hair that most girls would kill for. I was slim - svelte you might say, and no growth at all on my face. I might have to shave once a month - and there was never a 5 o'clock shadow. In fact Rosie was Debbs nickname for me (just between ourselves) "OK" I said and I changed into the skirt and boots in the car. Debbs applied some lipstick to make it look more authentic. As we went in, I caught a glance of myself in the long corridor mirror and I really looked like a beautiful girl. Mrs McAllister poked her head out from her flat door as we disappeared upstairs - and then called Debbs over as I went into the flat Debbs came back and said that Mrs MacAllister had not fallen for the trick - yes I looked the part but walked in like a boy. She had given us two options 1. Debbs would have to leave or 2. Debbs would have to deliver me up to Mrs McAlliser tied up for the day for her to do what she wanted with me - though she said there would be no sexual intercourse. And she had a consent form - a standard BDSM release form - for me to sign. "No choice, Debbs" I said after thinking a bit "I'll do it" And with that Debbs bound my hands behind my back - quite tightly and wound the rest of the rope around my torso pinning my arms to my back and tying it off at the top of the skirt. Everything below the waist was free. I was marched down to Mrs MacAlliser who smiled. " I thought so" she said "Rosie, let's go" and with that she went to get the car out. I was surprised she called my Rosie - after all that was Debbs' special nickname for me. Now I need to say that Mrs MacAllister was dressed beautifully in a red leather skirt, boots and a beautiful silk blouse. And her perfume was alluring. Debbs accompanied me to the car and kissed me goodbye as she helped me into the passenger seat and buckled me in. Mrs McAllister turned to me and said “We are off to a bondage party and you are my prisoner.” What could I say or do? I just nodded We arrived at the secluded location and just before we went in, Mrs McAlliser ball gagged me and then hooded me. She dropped a noose over my neck and led me in like that. I heard a number of female voices saying “Hi Zoe, wow he looks as good as you told us he would” It was then that I realised that Debbs had been in on this too - how else did Zoe know that I would be her prisoner that evening or my nickname. I was taken and tied to a post in the middle of the room. During the evening, my hood and gag were removed and a number of girls came up to kiss me. "Wow Zoe has a beautiful prisoner" They would say. Then I saw Debbs who came over to me. “You do look beautiful, Rosie” she said "all tied up - it is a real turn on for me." And standing there in front of me she started to fondle me and kiss me passionately for a few minutes. “I’ll get you back” I smiled at her as she regagged me. Later that evening, Zoe MacAllister was brought over by two beautiful skirted and booted women and was tied to my pole –her hands behind her back and also around my waist. She had lost at poker - and her forfeit was to be tied up - though she could choose where. So she choose to be tied to me. Once tied up around me - her hands started to wander and she started to play. “ Ever since I saw you outside the flat the first night you brought Debbs back ” she said “ I have wanted to have you – you see my fetish is bondage and skirts. And I knew you would look beautiful skirted, booted and tied up." At the end of the evening, Debbs and I sat in the back of Mrs MacAllister’s car as she drove us home. I was still tied up – but Debbs had me on her lap and had her hands all over me. She seemed to love stroking my bum over the skirt I was allowed up to the flat - and Zoe and Debbs teased me -still bound tightly - until midnight when I was released. I went home the next day - in my male gear But what a fabulous evening with the two of them. Zoe and Debbs you are really hot! Love Jane |
| Name: | Polly |
| E-mail address: | Polyanna@ abdul.com |
| Comments: | Rowena
I came across your wife - you said she was sold at the slave auction in Mogadishu. I was working for an Arab Sheik for many years in Mogadishu - and I recall him buying her - I remember it because it was such a strange buy. She was wearing - unlike any other slave we ever bought - a black skirt, red top (and red pullover - in that heat)and shiny black boots. All pretty designer stuff - so we knew she was something special. Must have been around 19995 And she was given special treatment! What she did to deserve it I don't know She could be bought for "special services" by special friends of the Sheik's. Most of the time these "special services" would entail no more than being tightly tied up on the bed on her stomach with her legs spreadeagled, so they could "play" with her until they were sexually satisfied. Usually she was respected but not always. What made her so atrractive to these men? I think it was to find a girly girl, skirted and booted in the desert and so I think she was rented out quite expensively. Yet she was given to some of the worst perverts as well. i) For example one day she was brought hooded into the room with Abdullah - she was generally only given to men. Abdullah then caught hold of one of her hands as she stretched her hands out to feel where she was. He then whisked her arm behind her back and forcing her to her knees as she squealed in pain. He placed his knee in the middle of her back as she was forced down on her stomach, wrenching the arm almost out of the socket as she howled in agony. Then he would demand the other arm be presented immdeiately - always giving a little "encouragement" by twisting the captured arm until she put the other behind her back quickly to ease the pain. She was then tied up - reverse prayer position I recall - and was fitted with a horse bit and harness (suited modified to fit a human head) with the the bit fitted into her mouth. Abdullah placed her on a table and sat on her riding her. The pain in having the bit yanked in her mouth was such as to draw blood. ii) On another occassion she was taken to the buggy and harnnesed to it her hands tied behind her - which made pulling the buggy far more strenuous as she has nothing to hold on - not even the hraness she was pulling. She and one of the beautiful skirted and booted guards (obviously as a punishment) were harnessed together in a buggy and were taken for a ride - pulling a buggy with four twenty stone men in over rough terrain. The two woman were regularly whipped if they did not pull hard enough. This was exhausting in the heat and she and the tortured guard came back drenched after 3 hours. Both were stripped off and hosed down. The guard was then released but Jenny, (your wife Rowena), was then dressed in a fresh set of ironed clothes (skirt, jumper -oh the heat must have been unbearable-and boots). She was then hooded which made her plight even worse as she gasped for breath with her hands tied behind her - to stop her removing the hood. iii) On an other occasion, she was taken to the dungeon where she was suspended by her arms behind her back - for ten minutes - standing just on tiptoe. She told me that was agony as your muscles start to seize up. iv) Again on an other occassion, she was strung up by her ankles and left hanging - hands tied behind her back with the skirt over her face and whipped for ten minutes - and I mean whipped. The man seemed to be turned on by her howls of agaony v) There was one case only when she was given to a woman (or shall I say the woman was entertained while Jenny was present). Jenny's torso was tightly tied to a thick post in the middle of the room, the rope being tied to accentuate her breasts (after the blouse and jumper had been removed) but the skirt and boots would be free of rope so she would be "part of the furniture" while the clients took "afternoon tea". I remember Abdullah coming in and going up to her. Her face froze in absolute fear as he bent down and started licking her breasts and then started to bite them hard. She screamed as the blood flowed and a strong security guard had to be called to avoid Abdullah biting her breast off and killing her. I have never heard a woman scream so loudly and so fearfully and for so long as I did that afternoon. But then the breasts are the most senstive area of our body. vi) I don't know what it was with Abdullah - but as he was his father's favorite son, he persuaded the Sheik to give Jenny to him for his 25th birthday. What happened to her after that I don't know. What caused Abdullah to be so sadistic to her, I don't know? After all he was always so gentle with me. But perhaps it was becasue I am black. I guess you'll never give up looking for her. If you do find her alive, give her Polly's love and tell her I so wanted to help her but I was fearful of reprisals -especially from Abdullah With love Polly |
| Name: | Rowena |
| E-mail address: | Rowena@hotmail.com |
| Comments: | HOW TO LOSE A BEAUTIFUL WIFE WITHOUT EVEN TRYING
It was the first day of our honeymoon and we were travelling on the SS Marie Celeste. My gorgeous wife looked stunning in her black slinky skirt blouse and red jumper and black shiny boots. She dressed just as I liked her The wind drifted through her hair as she sauntered along the deck and it could have been heaven. The Marie Celeste was also carrying seven white Miss World contestants and besides Jenny and me there were no other white people on board. the crew consiusted of our black Captain and three other crew members Suddenly there was a crash into the side of the ship and a number of pirates sprang aboard. I was surprised to see they were all pretty women - I guess they too believed in equal opportunities for women - dressed in skirts and boots and carrying submachine guns. They quickly rustled up the women on board planning to take them to sell on as white slaves at Mogadishu, as time was short. The Captain of the SS Marie Celeste and the crew jumped overboard and were allowed to swim to land. The Pirates rounded up the white Miss World Contestants and my pretty wife Jenny. Each one of them had their hands tied behind their back very quickly and were each gagged with a ball gag including my Jenny. I tried to intervene but a gun was put to my head. " Stay out of this" the pretty pirate said "Or we will simply shoot you" "But you don't need my wife" I cried. But as luck would have it - Jenny was the Pirate Captain's own special choice. And the Pirate Captain was a buxom woman, very pretty herself, with a lesbian taste for pretty women and an even bigger taste for money!! She stood arms akimbo in her black leather boots with her skirt fluttering in the breeze . " If you know what's good for you, you'll jump overboard and swim to land like the other men have done" the Pirate Captain said At that moment one of the Pirate crew came up from the cabins - having gone through the clothes in all the cabins - holding a black skirt, white blouse red jumper and black shiny boots size 8 (my size surprisingly - but then I found out lter that that pirate had previouslyt works for a boo stor and had the ability to gauge size simply by seeing the subject) ""Capt'n, how about making him look like a girl too" she said: "He looks pretty enough to pass for a girl at the market and CDs sell well in Mogadishu." The Captain smiled, paused and looked me in the eye. "Yes what agood idea. If you are so keen to be with your wife, so be it" And with that I was forced to change into the skirt, blouse jumper and boots (with a gun to my head) before being quickly bound and gagged myself. I was taken off the ship with Jenny and the seven other white contestants and we were all "stored", hogtied in the hold of the ship - except for Jenny Jenny was reserved for the Captain's cabin She was taken into her cabin and roughly tied to the post in the centre of the room, helpless to await the Captain's return. It was later that evening that the Captain returned to her cabin - sufficiently eniebriated after this quick success - and she started to play with Jenny. It was a painful eveing for Jenny I was told by the crew hoping to add to my discomfort. During the night we were all hooded and we travelled like this for the next few days - having the hoods removed only to feed and water us - and take us to the bathroom. In Mogadishu, we were all taken to the market. Jenny was one of the first to be sold to a local Arab chief and I never saw Jenny again. I was sold as a Cross Dresser (I was tightly gagged so I could not say anything to protest) for a very high price to a white woman with distinctly kinky and fetish tastes. At the end of the sale, we slaves were all hooded and transported to our new "homes". Two of the Miss World Contestants came to the same ranch as me. All three of us were taken to a barn, where we were quartered in horses stables on straw. The two girls were forced to change out of their beautiful dresses and each wear a black skirt - midi length, black boots and a blouse and red jumper - just as I had been forced to wear. We were then shackled to the rings in the walls of the stables - usually used to tie the horses too and our hands were re-bound - forcing us each into a reverse prayer position - which makes it extremely difficult to go on resisting. The mistress of the house came down to the stables with her black maid - a fierce Amazon of a woman and she gave me to the Maid. I was untied from the ring and led up to the Maid's bedroom where I was forced on to the bed (bum sunny side up) and my ankles were spreadeagled apart on top of the bed. I was helpless when she came to bed and did she use me as a toy that night to live out her fantasies The black Maid (I called her the Amazon) would also regularly wrestle with me. She always brought one or two guards - just in case I got the upper hand but I never did. She would stand me up, ungag me and untie me. We would then circle the stable until she could catch hold one of my hands. She would delight in whisking my arm behind my back and forcing me to my knees and then she would place her knee in the middle of my back as she forced me down on my stomach, wrenching the arm almost out of the socket as I howled like a girl. Then she would demand the other arm be presented - always giving a little "encouragement" by twisting the captured arm until I put the other behind my back quickly to ease the pain. Once tied, she would put a horse bit and harness (suited modified to fit a human head) on with the bit in my mouth and proceed to ride me, her skirt caressing my bound arms as she rode up and down. I would then be yanked to my feet and taken to the buggy where I would be harnessed to it. She and one of the beautiful skirted and booted guards (you will see why I always describe what the women wear later) would go for a ride - with me pulling the buggy. This was exhausting in the heat and I would come back drenched after 3 hours. I would be stripped off and hosed down and then dressed in a fresh set of ironed clothes (skirt, boots and blouse). Some days when the weather wasn't so good, we dispensed with the buggy ride but life wasn't any easier. I would be taken to the dungeon where I was suspended by my arms behind me back - one can only survive that for max 2 mines - standing just on tiptoe. She would then stand and caress my hair - that was now quite long and had been cut to make me look like a girl - while I suffered and then I would be released. Occasionally I would be strung up by my ankles and left hanging - hands tied behind me with the skirt over my face for ten minutes, while she again caressed my hair. She seemed to have a long hair fetish. And, of course, if she got out of bed on the wrong side, I could be whipped but that wasn't often and not too hard. This routine went in for months until one morning my owner's sister Fiona came down to the stables. Wow, was she pretty in her brown leather skirt and matching boots and white blouse - and she carried a black whip with her all the time. She had wonderful blonde hair and had sparkling eyes and a seductively beautiful smile She approached me and said she had persuaded her sister to make a present of me to her for her twenty fifth birthday. The deal was that I come back to the US with her (my passport had been part of the deal at the auction) as her personal assistant for her club the "Vixens Club". I would have to sign a contract of my own free will and the only "strange" clause was that my uniform which I had to wear at all times as a skirt, blouse and boots. Given my present predicament, I agreed and the papers were freely signed and notarised (I went into the notary's office in my own male clothes - but my mistress' guards armed with guns accompanied us (- for protection!!)). I then travelled back with Fiona to the States and went to her ranch in Arizona, where the Club was. There I found all the staff suitably skirted and booted in a uniform - black skirt, black shiny boots and a red blouse. Any members who came to use the facilities - also had to be skirted and booted but the blouse could be any colour than red. The Vixen Club celebrated skirts and boots - and was protected from outsiders by huge walls and guards (suitable skirted and booted) with guns with live ammo. Most of them were ex Special Forces. You didn't want to mess with them. I was Fiona's PA, and to make sure I showed no stubble on my face each morning a beauty specialist came in - again she had to be skirted and booted to treat my moustache and beard electrolytically so I would appear as a woman. As I had not heavy growth of beard, I never had a 5 o'clock shadow. I was always at Fiona's side around the Club, though I could be bought for special services by special friends of hers. Most of the time this would entail being tightly tied up on the bed, so they could play with me until they cummed off. Sometimes I would be tied to a post as part of the furniture while the clients took "afternoon tea". As they have my contract - I have to go along - and if one is honest what else can I do. My old life is gone and Jenny too. I heard later that the Marie Celeste was found abandoned in the Indian Ocean three days after our abduction and it was assumed that the ship had turned turtle in a violent storm and everyone was drowned and had then righted itself later. The only living being found on the ship was the ship's cat -who couldn't have told the real tale. We had all been declared dead and massive insurance claims paid out. And anyway, how could I escape? I have been renamed Rowena and I only answer to that now. All I am ever allowed to wear is a skirt blouse and boots - and at night my wrists are always tied behind my back as I sleep in the spare bed in Fiona's room. If I try to talk to her and she doesn't want to talk I am simply gagged. And believe it or not I am beggining to enjoy it. Fiona has come into the room so I have to sign off now Any one know what happened to my wife after she was sold? Love Rowena |
| Name: | ken |
| Comments: | I have this fantasy about my wife tied to a chair by two intruders. I like the idea of her dressed only in bra and waist slip or even a full slip |
| Name: | ryan |
| E-mail address: | ryan_420_4life@hotmail.com |
| Name: | me too |
| E-mail address: | me @ yahoo.com |
| Comments: | whats this tug you folks are talking about?
some help please |
| Name: | peter |
| E-mail address: | vanman992001@gmail.com |
| Name: | tabtied |
| E-mail address: | tabtymeup@yahoo.com |
| Name: | CC |
| Comments: | Yes, there is a video section. Go to front page and register(necessary to see videos). Click on "Current Stories," then True Tugs. Click on the user name of any poster, then you can go to the bottom right-hand corner and click on what aspect of tugs you want to see. Tugs pics and videos is in the list. Hope this helps. If I've missed something maybe someone else can point the way. |
| Name: | Josh |
| Comments: | There is a TUG video section? Where can I find it? I stumbled on to this page thru a Google search so I'm not quite familiar with how this whole system works..... |
| Name: | Cathy |
| Comments: | You would like that too much Ed! |
| Name: | Ed Overton |
| Comments: | All,
Please email me at edoverton99@yahoo.com to discuss stories about my mother in law, Ginger, and anybody's wife. Thanks. Ed |
| Name: | Ed Overton |
| Comments: | Cathy,
Would love to discuss your fantasy about you and your husband coming home while house is being robbed then both of you are bound and gagged. Please email me at edoverton99@yahoo.com |
| Name: | CC |
| Comments: | Appreciate your response, Silver Fox! Perhaps when you have acquired a digital camera? Would look forward to it!
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| Name: | The Silver Fox |
| Comments: | Thanks for the interest, CC. Wouldn't mind posting parts that wouldn't compromise my wife's identity. Big problem is that these are old VCR tapes, not digital. I think the tape has deteriorated over time so that there are minor bad spots throughout the tape now. Although I'm sure that there is a way to produce a digital copy (and perhaps eliminate the bad spots) of the tape, I don't have the wherewithall to do it, and am not all that inspired to go out and have it done. I do appreciate the interest though. |
| Name: | CC |
| Comments: | Hey Silver Fox. . . How about posting some (or one) of your videos in the TUG video section. Would love to see some of your work!
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| Name: | The Silver Fox |
| Comments: | Picking up where I left off, Demi had just rolled onto her left side, facing the camera, still snuggly bound and gagged, and still trying to free her wrists. Again, she returns to a sitting position, left profile, with her legs extended to the left, still trying to free her wrists. She turns slightly to her right, and moaning softly, flops back onto her right side. She lies quietly for a moment, then starts working her wrists and sits up again. She looks at the camera, then lies down on her back, arms beneath her, hands visable under her butt, and legs fully extended, in defeat. I told her that, if she gives up, to work her way back onto the sofa, and lie down, so she sits up and turns towards the sofa, and starts scooting across the floor towards it. Upon reaching the sofa, she turns to the right and gives one last struggle with her bound wrists. Then she scoots her butt next to the sofa and turns so that her left shoulder is against the cushions. She gathers her bound legs so she can push herself up onto the sofa, but she doesn't quite make it. She then turns a little further so that her back is square to the sofa. She gathers her legs and aagin pushes upwards, and this time succeeds in boosting herself back onto the sofa. It's a bit of a struggle working her way fully back onto the sofa, but she is finally able to swing her legs up and fully recline. She makes a final attempt to sit up again, but flops back in resignation, so I fade out and free her.
Demi then changes into a blue one piece swim suit and a red full length wrap around skirt with a tie at the waist. For the first time, she doesn't wear her gold lame opera gloves, but she is wearing the black copy of the red high heels that she wore for our second taping. As the scene opens, Demi is again lying on the sofa, head to the left and feet to the right. The skirt is at the middle of her calves, so we see her bound ankles. She is slightly on her left side, so we also see her bound wrists and bands of rope securing her upper arms above and below her breasts. As in episode one, she is gagged with a broad band of white cloth over her mouth. Twice she tries to sit up, the second time by raising her feet high into the air and extending them to help give her leverage, but both times she fails, so she starts working at her bound wrists. She tries to sit up a third time, again falling back. For her fourth attempt, she swings her legs out over the edge of the sofa and succeeds in sitting up. I zoom in for a closeup of her bound and cinched ankles, her feet inches above the floor. As I zoom back out, Demi places her feet on the floor and scoots to the edge of the sofa. She sits momentarily, working on the rope at her wrists, then reaches around to try and tug her skirt aside. When it doesn't open up, she reaches back behind her to release the tie strings. Then she stands up and the skirt falls away to her right side and we see that her legs are bound and cinched above her knees. The strap of her swimsuit has also slipped off of her left shoulder. Demi continues to try and remove the skirt which has gathered at her right side. She reclines onto her right side and reaches back to release the wrap tie. She sits back up and goes back to work on the rope at her wrists. Again she stands up, almost free of the skirt, and then sits back down on the edge of the sofa. She then slides off of the sofa onto her knees, and we are treated to a left side profile with her lower legs extended to the right. The skirt has fallen over her calves, but we can still see her bound ankles. She kneels there for a minute or two, working at the rope binding her wrists, losing her balance a couple of times and leaning against the sofa, but each time returning to an upright kneeling position. Then she rotates 180 degrees on her knees to a right side profile with her legs extende to the right. After reaching that position, the skirt has bunched up to her knees. She falls over onto the sofa and extends her legs fully, holding that position for a while while working on the rope binding her wrists. She then drops her knees back onto the floor while still leaning against the sofa, the skirt wrapped just below her knees, still working at the rope securing her wrists. Then she scoots down to a sitting position with her back to the sofa and her legs extended towards the camera. In the process her ankles have become crossed, and a bit of the skirt extends from her calves back towards th sofa. She is able to grab it and pull all of the skirt back behind her. She rolls over on to her right side and goes back to work on the rope binding her wrists. The heel of her right foot has some how managed to separate itself from her shoe, but she can't lose it altogether because of the ankle strap. Dremi rolls over onto her back with her head and shoulders against the sofa, so I fade out to get her shoe back on. When the scene re-opens, Demi is siting up, her ankles are parallel again, and she is moving her legs from side to side. The left strap of her swimsuit is still off the shoulder and the right strap is at the point of her shoulder. She is working at the rope on her wrists, and after a minute or two, she flops over onto her left side. Then she rolls over onto her stomach, her legs fully extended to the left and her head to the right. Working in this position, she is finally able to free her hands (I didn't want to tie her too tightly without any protection, and being able to use her fingers without gloves on made it easier to pick at the knots, I'm sure). She pushes herself up to a sitting position (left profile) and bends her legs back so she can free her ankles. After loosening the rope binding her ankles, Demi rolls over onto her right side and kicks free of the rope. She hobbles back to the couch, and unties the rope above her knees, letting it fall to the ground and kicking free. Then she sits back on the sofa and finishes untying the rope on her wrists. That done, she stands back up to work herself free of the ropes binding her upper arms. Both straps of her swimsuit are now off her shoulders. I continue taping until she works herself free, and then fade out. |
| Name: | The Silver Fox |
| Comments: | OK, in an attempt to get this dreambook back to it's intended subject matter, I'm going to relate Demi's seventh taping. This episode broke new ground in two ways. It took place on a week day (can't remember why we were both off from work) and the kids were at school, so we moved the venue from our bedroom to the family room downstairs. There was a change of costume, so there were two episodes involved in this taping.
For episode one, Demi wore her short black leather trench coat which just came down to the top of her thighs. It barely covered her panties and garter belt, but you could see the tops of her fine black fishnet stockings and the straps holding them up. She also wore the black pair of boots described in the first taping with the cuffs turned up to cover her knees. You can also see her gold lame gloves, but of course, the sleeves of the coat cover all but her hands. As the scene opens, Demi is lying on the sofa with her head to the left and feet to the right. Her back is to the camera, so we see her wrists crossed and bound. She struggles to roll over and face the camera, and we are treated to six bands of white rope securing her at the ankles, above and below her knees, at her upper thighs, and above and below her breasts, securing her upper arms. All of the bands are securely cinched. She is also gagged with a band of white cloth over her mouth. There are a pair of scissors on the floor in front of the sofa which she can use to free herself if she can reach them. After rolling over, Demi raises herself to a sitting position, swinging her legs off of the sofa. Then she flops over so that her head is to the right, but she doesn't bring her legs back up onto the sofa. She again raises herself to a sitting position and flops back over with her head back to the left. Although you can't see the action, it is obvious by her pauses during these maneuvers that she is testing the ropes binding her wrists. She sits up a third time, and this time swings her legs back up onto the sofa briefly. Then she moves her legs back off of the sofa and reclines briefly. She sits up a fourth time and brings her wrists out enough so we can see her struggles. I zoom in for a closeup of her gagged mouth, then back out as she scoots forward to the edge of the sofa and places her booted feet on the floor. She sits on the edge of the sofa, shifting her legs while working her wrists. Then she stands up, and we are treated to a nice profile while she still struggles with her wrists. Demi sits back down, then stands up a second time, more briefly than the first, sitting down again almost immediately. She then scoots up to the edge of the sofa, then slides down to the floor, almost falling over onto her right side. Moving her bound legs from side to side, she scoots to the center of the room and manages to pick up the scissors, then flops over to her left side. Unable to do anything with the scissors, she drops them and sits back up. She rolls over onto her right side and works at the ropes securing her wrists. Not getting anywhere, she again sits up and flops back down. She rolls back over onto her left side, reaches down and flings the scissors away from herself. She again sits up, all the while working at the rope binding her wrists. She reaches for the scissors again and tries to use them, but drops them behind her when she fails. Demi flops over onto her right side again, resting her head on the floor while working on the wrist ropes. Then she rolls over onto her stomach, then back onto her right side, all the while working her wrists. All the while the ropes on her legs and body remain securely cinched. She works her way into a sitting postion again, struggles for a while, then flops back down onto her right side. The contrast of the white rope on the black leather coat and boots is a thing of beauty. Now she seems to have made a little progress with the rope on her wrists. It's possible that when I bound her wrists, I wrapped them and tied a knot, then wrapped them some more and tied another knot. It appears that she managed to untie the second knot, because there are definitely short strands of loose rope at her wrists, yet her wrists remain securely tied. The rope secureing her wrists was tied around the sleeves of her coat. With the leather sleeves for protection, I probably felt okay in tying her wrists a littl tighter. Demi sits back up, then flops bsck down on her left side, trying to make further headway with the rope binding her wrists, but the sleeves of her coat and the gloves she is wearing make things difficult. She again sits up, works at the ropes for a while, then flops over on her right side again. Making no progress, she sits back up and turns to the right so that her legs extend to the left and we are again treated to a profile shot. She lies down on her right side, but still can't free her wrists. She sits back up and struggles some more, but it's no use. Again she flops down onto her right side and struggles futilely. Then she rolls over onto her left side and faces the camera. More futile struggls and she returns to a sitting position. More struggling gets her nowhere. She again flops onto her right side, then immediately sits back up. Then she lies down on her back with her arms beneath her, rocking her legs back and forth. I zoom in for a closeup of her wrists to see if she can succeed in freeing herself. She uses her feet to raise her ass off of her wrists, then flops over onto her left side to rest. TBC |
| Name: | jw4 |
| E-mail address: | quiet_12@hotmail.com |
| Comments: | I hope to make this a reality, if I can find someone to B&G me properly:
I am wearing TWO pair of white lycra satin panties under sheer satin skin-tone hosiery. I have on a white pullover rayon woman's top, long sleeved. My wrists are bound behind my back with white nylon rope. More rope is wrapped around my ankles, and above and below my knees. All the ropes are cinched tightly. Balled-up panties are stuffed in my mouth, and a long satin scarf is wrapped around my mouth several times before being knotted behind my head. I am blindfolded with another scarf. Flesh-tone kneehigh pantyhose is pulled over my head to keep me from working the gag or blindfold off. I am laying on my side on the bed. I struggle and thrash around for a bit to get good and worked up, but I cannot get loose. I REALLY want this to happen!!! email me and we can discuss a hookup |
| Name: | The Slver Fox |
| Comments: | For our sixth taping, I thought that I'd try something a little different. Demi had a pair of tan sandels with a 4 inch heel. Straps went back around the heel and forward to straps across the front of her feet and toes. I matched them with a beige body briefer and the obligatory gold lame opera gloves. The outfit was completed with a totally mismatched black garter belt holding up tan nylons having a seam up the back.
For the change of pace, I brought up a high barstool from downstairs. It had a soft seat and a low back. You could not put your feet on the ground while sitting on it, but you could rest them on an iron rail about two feet below the seat. I bound Demi to the chair by crossing and tying her wrists behind her. Loops of rope above and below her breasts secured her upper arms to her body. Another loop ran snuggly bound her elbows, but not tight enough to cause her any discomfort. Her ankles were bound and cinched as well as her legs below her knees. In addition, her ankles were secured to the pole of the barstool, several strands of rope ran across her thighs just below her crotch to secure her to the seat, and several more went around her waist and the back of the chair seat and over her wrists. Last of all, she was gagged with a band of shiny black cloth. I suppose that her suspender belt did match that. The scene opens with her facing the camera and her testing the freedom of her legs and feet. There isn't much slack in the rope anchoring her ankles to the barstool. She can move her feet off the rail and side to side a little, but not much. The neat thing about the setting is the she can rotate the barstool, so we view her predicament from all angles as she struggles. She begins to test the snugness of the ropes binding her upper arms and body, but finds them quite secure. She rotates the stool to the right so that we can see her struggle against the ropes at her wrists, all the while futilly trying to increase the range in which she can move her feet. She then rotates the stool over 180 degrees back to the left so that we can see her right side and back. I zoom in for a close up of her bound ankles, heels, and seamed nylons, then upwards to the ropework securing her wrists, elbows, and upper arms. Everything is still secure. She rotaes back around so that we are viewing her left side again, and starts to work at the ropes around her waist and over her wrists. She manages to loosen them so that they fall away from her wrists, still across her lap, but with the ends on the ground. I fade out and remove the ropes across her lap which are no longer secured. She continues to work at the ropes on her wrists, but fails to make any progress. I zoom in for a closeup of her bondage from her ankles up to her gagged mouth. After I zoom back out, she rotates the stool back to the front. Unable to extricate herself further from the ropes, I fade out. For the first one of our episodes, she is unable to escape. |
| Name: | The Slver Fox |
| Comments: | For our sixth taping, I thought that I'd try something a little different. Demi had a pair of tan sandels with a 4 inch heel. Straps went back around the heel and forward to straps across the front of her feet and toes. I matched them with a beige body briefer and the obligatory gold lame opera gloves. The outfit was completed with a totally mismatched black garter belt holding up tan nylons having a seam up the back.
For the change of pace, I brought up a high barstool from downstairs. It had a soft seat and a low back. You could not put your feet on the ground while sitting on it, but you could rest them on an iron rail about two feet below the seat. I bound Demi to the chair by crossing and tying her wrists behind her. Loops of rope above and below her breasts secured her upper arms to her body. Another loop ran snuggly bound her elbows, but not tight enough to cause her any discomfort. Her ankles were bound and cinched as well as her legs below her knees. In addition, her ankles were secured to the pole of the barstool, several strands of rope ran across her thighs just below her crotch to secure her to the seat, and several more went around her waist and the back of the chair seat and over her wrists. Last of all, she was gagged with a band of shiny black cloth. I suppose that her suspender belt did match that. The scene opens with her facing the camera and her testing the freedom of her legs and feet. There isn't much slack in the rope anchoring her ankles to the barstool. She can move her feet off the rail and side to side a little, but not much. The neat thing about the setting is the she can rotate the barstool, so we view her predicament from all angles as she struggles. She begins to test the snugness of the ropes binding her upper arms and body, but finds them quite secure. She rotates the stool to the right so that we can see her struggle against the ropes at her wrists, all the while futilly trying to increase the range in which she can move her feet. She then rotates the stool over 180 degrees back to the left so that we can see her right side and back. I zoom in for a close up of her bound ankles, heels, and seamed nylons, then upwards to the ropework securing her wrists, elbows, and upper arms. Everything is still secure. She rotaes back around so that we are viewing her left side again, and starts to work at the ropes around her waist and over her wrists. She manages to loosen them so that they fall away from her wrists, still across her lap, but with the ends on the ground. I fade out and remove the ropes across her lap which are no longer secured. She continues to work at the ropes on her wrists, but fails to make any progress. I zoom in for a closeup of her bondage from her ankles up to her gagged mouth. After I zoom back out, she rotates the stool back to the front. Unable to extricate herself further from the ropes, I fade out. For the first one of our episodes, she is unable to escape. |
| Name: | Russ |
| E-mail address: | roprandheels@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | Live in western Pa, early 50, in shape. My wife loves to be bound and gagged, dominated. would love to meet others. |
| Name: | The Silver Fox |
| Comments: | For our fifth taping, Demi wore a brown print blouse with long sleeves over her gold lame opera gloves, a brown leather miniskirt, seamed fine black fishnet nylons, and the shiny brown over the knee boots described in episode one. As the scene opens, Demi is already struggling, flexing her legs in a loose hogtie that allows her to almost extend them fully. She is on her stomach and we see her wrists crossed and tied and her legs bound at the ankles, below and above her knees. Another band of rope extends across her back around her upper arms, and a strand or two is around her waist.
She shifts her position on the bed and rolls over onto her back, and we see bands of rope around her waist, above and below her breasts, and she is gagged with a band of shiny black cloth over her mouth. She then rolls onto her side and we see her gloved fingers searching for a purchase on the hogtie rope. She raises her head as if trying to sit up, and I zoom in for a closeup of her beautiful gagged face. As I zoom back out, she rolls back and forth, trying to loosen the knots at her wrists. Although it takes her a while, it seems to me that she has achieved freedom too soon. I love the outfit, and want to see her remain bound longer. Before she can start working on the knots at her ankles, I fade out and retie her. I don't want to discourage her for what she has already achieved, so I try tying her arms parallel to her body instead of behind. When the scene reopens, her wrists are bound to her sides with ropes running around her front and back, but they allow her a lot of freedom. She can bring her hands together to work at the rope on her wrists, and before long her hands are free again. This time, instead of trying to free her legs, she starts working on the ropes securing her upper armes. After much rolling and struggling, she manages to pull her arms free and goes to work on her leg bindings. She loosens the ropes above and below her knees, and after kicking free of them, goes to work on her ankles. After freeing her legs and starting to work the ropes around her body down past her waist, I fade out. |
| Name: | Jay |
| E-mail address: | jstevenson659@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | I wanted to share what I did last night, but before I do let me tell you a little about us. My wife and I are in our late twenty's and have been involved in a D/s relationship for about a year and a half. I am a huge bondage guy and she loves and kind of submission.
Last night she came to bed and laid on the bed naked as she always does. But something seemed different to me she had a sort of grin on her face that she has when she knows that she is going to tease me. As soon as I picked up on this I said before you come to bed I need you to grab our bag from the closet (where I keep my rope). She handed it to me and I placed it next to the bed then continued to read my book. seeing that I planning on reading some more she did the same. I waited just a few mins before I quietly reached in my bag to get a small amount of my rope. I turned over and folded her corner of the page she was on and move the book to the nightstand taking her arms placing them over her head and tied them together then to the headboard. She was a little shocked but I could see her approval. I told her that I had a feeling that she was up to no good. she quickly confirmed my thoughts of her plan. I then blindfolded her and slowly kissed my way down her body. skipping any area that might set her off. Soon she realized and made some useless pleas to get me to touch her where she wanted. Feeling a bit evil I thought it was good to use her plan against her. I put my head in between her legs and kissed the inside of her thighs slowly climbing. As I did this she started pushing her self towards me, not wanting to give in I moved back. As I reached her area I pulled her legs up and put them over my shoulder and started to circle the outside. She no had given up on holding back and was begging. I felt it was time I then continued to finish the job what only seemed like seconds I had her bucking and wiggling around I sat up for a min to let her calm down. I then laid next to her still blindfolded and tied and I waited. after a short wait she asked if I was going to let her up I said yes when I am done. Two hours later, several O's later I untied her and went to bed. Jay |
| Name: | The Silver Fox |
| Comments: | Demi continues to roll and struggle, working at the ropes on her wrists. As she works her legs, the ropes below her knees eventually slide down to her ankles. She seems to think because they are loose, she can work her leges free, but the original ankle binbings are secure, and the cinch on the original leg bindings won't allow them to slide off. They just move up and down her legs depending on how she flexes and raises or lowers her legs. Mostly, they stay bunched around her ankles.
Slowly, Demi has managed to loosen one of the knots at her wrists, and the ropes there are beginning to loosen. Also, the two bands of rope below her breasts have become one during her rolling and struggling. Finally, she is able to free her wrists and start working on the ropes at her ankles. After several minutes, she is finally able to kick her legs free and go to work on the ropes securing her arms, so we fade to black. |
| Name: | The Siver Fox |
| Comments: | While finishing my taxes last night, I watched "A Few Good Men" again and it reminded me to post our fourth taping. For this event I chose a very short blue pleather like dress Demi had aquired before we met. It was shiny blue and sleeveless with broad straps over the shoulders and a zipper down the front. Being a pretty conservative gal, I wonder how she wore it, since it barely covered her ass. To complement it, she wore seamed nylons and a garter belt along with some neat(Wild Pair) four inch spike heels that had an ankle strap that supported a neat little webbing across the front of her feet. She also wore the gold lame gloves as in our previous episodes.
As the scene opens, Demi is lying on her stomach and testing the ropes binding her ankles. More rope binds her legs below and above her knees. Her wrists are crossed and bound behind her back, and three bands of rope secure her upper arms above and below her breasts with the third at her elbows. A crotch rope runs from her wrists to this third band, secured at the front. She rolls over onto her back and continues to her side so that we see her testing the rope at her wrists, and we see that she is tightly gagged by a shiny black cloth over her mouth. Then she rolls back over to her other side, still working her wrists and flexing her legs. I did a lousy job of cinching her leg ropes, and the combination of the slick nylon rope on her silky nylons allows the rope over her knees to slide down to the ropes below her knees. Demi continues to roll and struggle, working her wrists and picking at the crotch rope. We zoom in for a closeup, and she tries to sit up, but flops back onto her side. We quickly zoom back out. Have to call it a night; will finish tomorrow. |
| Name: | CC |
| Comments: | Great story, Rita! How about you and your husband posting the video in the video section of this site? Pics, too, for that matter. Will be much appreciated by lots of us, I am sure! |
| Name: | Rita |
| Comments: | My husband and I are both into bondage. I also like high heels, seamed nylons, revealing blouses, tight skirts, etc. My husband is a photography nut, and also an amateur video producer. We have made several bondage videos, but in them I'm already bound and just struggling and moaning. Mark does a good job on them, but he wanted some with onscreen tying. He didn't want a fixed camera, but rather one that was mobile. The thing with that was, who would tie me. I considered it for several weeks, and finally suggested we arrange for someone we both agreed on to do the tying. One problem with that is, we have never told any friends or family about our fetish. It's been our secret for the 6 years of our marriage. I did some anonymous research on the internet, checked personal ads, etc, and finally decided on a couple of possibilities. Mark and I made arrangements to meet each one interview them. We decided on 2 potential candidates, and over a multi-week period, talked to each several times. Finally, we met with both at the same time, explained what we were wanting, and each seemed willing, and agreed to the limits and restrictions. It was difficult to decide, so after a short private chat, we asked for both ofthem to participate. We also offered to compensate them. Just for security purposes, we were going to use our rural clubhouse for the filming. We could maintain some anonymity, and not worry about unwanted visitors. We gave each of them a script, directions to our clubhouse, set a time and date, and an email address if they needed to contact us if unable to participate. We both took off work an entire week to prepare, and on the evening selected, were waiting for our "actors". They arrived together, which surprised us, since they had never met each other. Mark met with them outside, having a final briefing. The scenario was they were intruders, breaking in, finding me alone, and binding me helplessly, and "robbing" me. Mark came back in, checked the camera(s) and sound and light equipment, and gave everybody their cues. I was moving around inside, dressed in a tight, short skirt, a very sheer blouse with my black bra very visible underneath. My stockings were seamed, held up by a garterbelt, my shoes were 5 inch heeled pumps, no platforms. I had spent a rather long time doing my makeup, and, even saying so myself, looked pretty danged sexy. I'm just a B cup, but the front opening bra was a pushup style, which made me appear larger. My attackers suddenly burst thru the unlocked back door, grabbed me and wrestled me to the floor. The largest ballgag I ever had used on me was thrust into my mouth, stretching my jaws, the straps pulled so tight the corners of my mouth were pulled back. A blindfold was also buckled around my eyes. Then, they began binding me so fast, pulling all the ropes tighter than my husband ever had. One bound my elbows very tightly, which can touch, while the other wrappped my hands with tape, precluding me from trying to untie the knots. My ankles were bound, my legs above and below my knees, then raised to a kneeling position, rope was wrapped around my upper body, also tightly, over my shoulders, under my armpits, back thru the should rope, crossed over my breasts, which I felt get fondled quickly, then back onto my stomach I went, my legs pulled very far up, and bound, with no slack, to the ropes around my elbows and shoulders. I heard Mark say, "cut" and sensed my captors stand and move away. Then, all 3 of them had a quiet conservation, with a bit of chuckling, then Mark said, "here's your money, guys, thanks." One of them offered to do the unbinding but Mark declined, saying he would take care of that whenever it was time. I heard them exit the front door, their car started and drove away, and then, absolute slience. I figured Mark had gone outside to smoke a quick cigarette, as I don't allow smoking in our home or the clubhouse. The silence was deafening, and I began to panic. What if they had done something to Mark? What if they intended to come back and do something to me while I was helpless? A myriad of thoughts went thru my mind, but finally, I felt the unmistakable touch of Mark's hands as he caressed my body. He whispered into my ear, "should I untie you know, or after I fuck every opening in your body?" Unable to answer verbally, I just nodded my head. "Hmm, don't know what you mean, so guess it'll be after." I was lifted, carried into the bedroom, lowered onto the bed, and that's all the info I'm going to give you |
| Name: | SILENCER. |
| E-mail address: | ADULTSUBJECTS@AOL.COM |
| Homepage URL: | http://ADULTSUBJECTS@AOL.COM |
| Comments: | I am Silencer.
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| Name: | joe |
| E-mail address: | joeroberts136@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | I am looking for guys that would like to tie up and gag my wife. If intrested or want to know more contact me |
| Name: | Jeffrey |
| Comments: | Growing up, the girl who lived next door always tagged along with they boys, wanting to play whatever we were playing. She was the only girl our age in the whole neighborhood, and we did our best to discourage her, If we played cowboys and Indians, she always ended up tied up, either to a pole of tree, or, usually, hogtied. She always came back for more. She was the tallest of all the kids, had long, thin, blonde hair, braces, and ugly horn-rimmed glasses. Even when we got older and moved on to other interests, she was there. When we graduated from high school, our parents got together and gave a graduation party for the two of us. I was going in the Army, she was going off to college in the fall; she asked me to write her when I could, and when she had an address at college, she would make sure I got it. Trying not to be impolite, I just murmured, "sure, fine." I wrote a couple of times in basic, but after Infantry training, my first assignment was to a unit being deployed to Iraq. Don't remember ever writing after that. I had enlisted for 6 years to get a large enlistment bonus, and during the 6 years, had multiple deployments to Iraq and Afghanistan. When my time was up, I got out, went home, and the first person to greet me when I pulled up in front of my folks' house, was Jodi. I didn't recognize her. She had stopped getting taller and had filled out, amazingly. She either had contacts or lasic, as the glasses were gone; her hair was shorter, and fuller. In short, she was absolutely gorgeous. For some odd reason, she seemed to forget how mean we had been to her when we were kids. We began dating, and got married after 6 months of courtship. On our honeymoon, she surprised me when she tossed a small backpack to me, filled with several coils of rope, a ballgag, and other items. We enjoy bondage several times a week, but I tell her if we do it too often, we'll tire of it. Her reply was, "we can stop we we start our family, but I've dreamed of this with yhou since I was 9 years old. So, tie me up, and make love to me, please." Talk about being a lucky guy! |
| Name: | manny |
| E-mail address: | manfred.kunoff@aol.,com |
| Comments: | it,s simple. i wished to be a woman, and i love tights. i just want to be tied up and helpless, by any attractive woman. |
| Name: | silver Fox |
| Comments: | For our 3rd taping, the scene opens with Demi lying face down on our bed. She is wearing the same fine fishnet nylons she was wearing in episode two, but now you can see the seams running down the back and the garters from the suspender belt holding them up. Her legs are encased in thigh high black leather boots with a four inch spike heel (courtesy of The Wild Pair). She is lying motionless, and due to the low camera angle, the only thing else you can see is that she is wearing the same gold lame gloves that she wore in the first two episodes, her wrists are crossed, she is wearing small triangular black panties, and her legs are bound at the ankle, above and below her knees.
She slowly begins to struggle and rolls over on her right side. In the process, a rope can be seen extending from her wrists through her crotch. As her face comes into view, a shiny band of black cloth can be seen over her mouth. She makes an attempt to sit up, and you can now see that she is wearing a black long line bra. Bands of white rope surround her arms above and below her breasts. You can see that her wrists are bound, and there are a few strands of rope around her waist and over her bound wrists. We can also see a diagonal strand of rope coming over her shoulder and heading for her crotch. We zoom in for a closeup of her wrists and see her fingers flutter in a search for release. She rolls back over onto her front while her fingers continue their search. As her stuggles continue, Demi rolls completely from one side to the other, first over her right side onto her back and over to her left side, then back again. As she rolls, we can now see a second strand of rope coming over her other shoulder and extending towards her crotch. Eventually, she ends up on her right side and we pan around for a better frontal view. The contrast of the white bands of rope aganst the black bra, panties, and boots is exceptional as she struggles fully extended. She rolls over to her left side and we can see that her elbows are connected, although at body width. She is bound snugly but comfortably, only now she has managed to get her fingers onto either the crotch rope or the rope around her waist. She continues to roll back and forth as she works at the ropes with her gloved fingers. While that is going on, we zoom in for a closeup of her ankle and leg bindings, then out and back in for a closeup of her gag, panning down the length of her great body. When the closeups finish, Demi is on her left side and we can see her fingers picking at her wrist bondage. The wrist bindings have definitely loosened. We move in for a great shot from above, and we see her wrists separating but still in a tangle of white rope. The scene from above starts with a great full leg shot and works up to her body. We see her picking at the last strand around her right wrist and again pan down for another fantastic leg shot. When we zoom out for the next full shot, Demi's wrists are free. She bends her legs back and begins to work on her ankle bonds. After loosening her ankle bonds and starting to unwrap them, she eventually kicks the ropes free. Then she rolls over onto her front and begins to work on her elbow bindings. After much difficulty, she is able to free her right elbow with her left hand and loosen the ropes above and below her breasts. Leaving the ropes lying loosly around her body, she begins to attack the ropes below her knees. She loosens them, but decides that the ropes around her body are still too much of a hindrence, so she goes back to removing them. Finally, with her arms completely free and the body ropes down around her waist, she removes the rope below and above her knees. A very entertaining video worth watching her completely free herself. |
| Name: | jw |
| E-mail address: | geek5508@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | This was back when I was with Michelle.
I had bought a ballgag at Dream Dresser, and needed accessories for our games. The ballgag was fastened with a leather strap that buckled in the back, so i wanted the same kind of thing for restraints. I already had handcuffs so I only needed stuff for Michelle's legs. In the dollar store, I came across a whole bunch of small leather straps with buckles. Anywhere from 10" to 24" long. (i think they were dog collars )I bought a whole mixed set. The short straps were for around her ankles - one on each ankle, looped together. A longer one went around her legs just below the knees. Michelle put on a black dress, black heels and PH. I had her sit on the edge of the bed. First I strapped her ankles together, then I strapped her legz just below her knees. I used an old belt as a strap above her knees so her legs were bound together very securely. I handcuffed her wrists in front of her, then used one of the short leather straps looped thru the handcuff chain to fasten the cuffs to the strap above her knees. This kept her in a sitting position. I then ballgagged her, and swung her legs up on the bed so that she lay on her side, still w/ hands in front and strapped to her knees. I left her to struggle for twenty minutes sor so - she never was able to get loose. She loved it. |
| Name: | Cathy |
| Comments: | JW, that sounds like fun! |
| Name: | JW |
| E-mail address: | geek5508@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | The scenario is that you are an executive working late alone at the office. You are wearing a
charcoal gray jacket and skirt, silver/light gray satin blouse, sheer black hosiery and black 4" heels. You have on black french-cut panties and bra. While sitting at your desk, you take off the jacket and hang it on your door. I am a burglar, breaking into your office to steal company secrets. My "tools" are two long satin scarves, and white clothesline, cut up into four lengths. When you get up from your desk to go into the file room, I grab you from behind and pin your arms behind you, and clamp my hand over your mouth. Telling you not to struggle or scream, I quickly cross your wrists behind you and tie them with one piece of rope. Forcing you onto a chair, I knot one of the scarves to gag you, tying it tightly in back. You are now thoroughly muffled! Kneeling in front of you, I tie rope around your ankles, wrapping it around several times and cinching it tight. I do the same with another piece of rope above your knees. (I save the last rope for later). I then blindfold you with the second scarf. You are left to struggle while I access the computer in that room to steal the data. Done with my work, I get you up from the chair and lay you on the floor and roll you onto your stomach. I use the last rope to tightly hogtie you. I give you a couple smacks on your sweet ass to get you squirming , so you can see for yourself that you are completely immobilized. I turn off the lights and leave you there - hogtied, gagged, and blindfolded. |
| Name: | quiet_12@hotmail.com |
| E-mail address: | quiet_12@hotmail.com |
| Comments: | I was attending the last evening of a two-day IT seminar at the Frederick Sheraton. I had made many new contacts and renewed old ones. I was particularly pleased to run into Jasmine, and old friend from way back. We caught up on things and joked about some of the stuff we used to do in the past. Half-seriously I asked her "Plan A or Plan B". To my surprise, she looked me in the eye and said "Plan B"! She gave me her spare room key and told me to "make myself comfortable" and she would be up there at 6:00. Glancing at my watch, I saw it was just after 5.
I swung by my room to pick up some things, then headed to her room. I let myself in and took a shower to freshen up. Putting on a spritz of cologne, I went into the bedroom and looked around. The bed was perfect for my needs - a single queen size with a wooden headboard. I sat on the bed and opened my bag of goodies... I pulled out a pair of white satiny women's panties - they had some lycra/spandex that made them nice and snug when I slipped them on. I then put on a pair of pantyhose, very sheer flesh-tone. Now for the fun part! From my bag I took out the rest of my "toys": one pair knee-high hosiery, two scarves, and four plastic zip-ties. I used tone of the knee-highs to bind my ankles together, wrapping it around several times and cinching it tight. I did the same with the last stocking, tying it just above my knees. I tested my bonds and was satisfied. Before proceeding further, I stretched out on the bed in various positions to judge what would be best for what Jasmine wanted. I decided to lay diagonally, with my feet at the lower left bedpost, and my hands at the upper right bedpost. I also took time to caress my legs, enjoying the sensuous feel of the hosiery on my skin. I took one of the zip-ties and looped it thru my ankle bindings and then around the lower left bedpost. I left a little slack, but my legs were now secured to the post. The first scarf I knotted and gagged myself with. I wrapped it around my head twice before tying it behind, forcing the knot deep in my mouth. Checking to make sure I had the remainder of my toys in easy reach, I blindfolded myself with the other scarf. After that, I encircled each wrist with a zip-tie and linked them together to make simple but effective handcuffs. I took the last zip-tie and by feel, looped it around the upper right bedpost and then my cuffs. My hands were now secured above my head to the bedpost, and I lay face-up diagonally on the bed. I lay there for a moment or two just luxuriating in the feel of my restraints, and savoring my utter helplessness. Shortly, I heard the hotel room door open, and Jasmine come in. I let out a soft moan to let her know I was ready for her.... |
| Name: | burglar |
| Comments: | Hole, Hole, where should I go?
Last night, when my sexy wife and I were making love, we decided to play a little fantasy game. I had my wife strip off all of her clothes and lie face down on our bed. Just looking at her petite, sexy Asian body was already getting me hard. “Hands”, I said, as she placed her hands behind her back. I proceeded to take some old white stockings of hers that we had used before and tied her wrists tightly together behind her back. I then took another stocking and tied her ankles together. Now, she was lying face down on the bed. I then took a blindfold we always used and placed it over her eyes. “Open wide”, I said, as I stuffed a wash cloth into her mouth. “I’ll be back in a minute”, I told her, leaving her to think about what will happen while bound and gagged. I returned a short time later with a roll of black electrical tape. I ripped off a piece and placed it over the blindfold to keep it on her and prevent her from rubbing it off or pulling it down. I then lifted up her head and taking another strip of tape placed that over the cloth in her mouth so she could not spit the cloth out. “Hmmn, which hole should I use? Pussy or Ass?” I proceeded to begin to rub my hard cock over the cheeks of her ass. “I think it will be ass”, I said. As I was rubbing my cock over the cheeks of her ass, she began to “mmmph” , squirm and shake her head from side to side as a way of telling me not to put my cock in her ass. I continued to tease her like this for a few more seconds, and then flipped her over on her back. “How about your pussy?”, as I began to rub my dick over her pussy lips. “MMMMMM”, she moaned as she was nodding her head. I continued to tease her for about ten minutes by flipping her on her stomach, putting my hard cock on her ass cheeks and rubbing her ass cheeks with it, and then flipping her on her back and teasing her pussy with my cock. Every time I rubbed my hard cock on her ass cheeks while she was face down and lying on her stomach, the intensity level of her “mmmphs” and shaking of her head sideways became more intense. Finally, I turned her over on her back, cut the tape off of her ankles, grabbed and spread her legs and placed my now very hard cock into her wet pussy. She came (and so did I) with an intense orgasm and screamed through her gag. I then took out the gag and blindfold and cut the tape from her wrists. “I really enjoyed this game. I knew all along which hole you were going to use”, she said. “So did I, So did I.” |
| Name: | CC |
| Comments: | Hey Dave. . . maybe not just like yours,but yours sounds like a delightful story that fits here fine! Would love to read it! |
| Name: | David |
| Comments: | I found this page because of something that happened yesterday, but the stories here seem more hardcore and a bit far fetched.
I've always liked the idea of women tied up, but not in a BDSM or brutally sexual way. Anyway, yesterday, I kid you not, my wife actually got tied up at work by some male co-workers. Nothing sexual, just a prank, but she was really pissed off. She told me all about it, and I came here looking for similar true stories, but I'm not sure if this is the right place to tell what happened. Does anyone have more stories like mine? Is there somewhere else I should go? Dave |
| Name: | JW4 |
| E-mail address: | quiet_12@hotmail.com |
| Comments: | This was back when I was with Monica
I had bought a ballgag at Dream Dresser, and needed accessories for our games. The ballgag was fastened with a leather strap that buckled in the back, so i wanted the same kind of thing for restraints. I already had handcuffs so I only needed stuff for Monica's legs. In the dollar store, I came across a whole bunch of small leather straps with buckles. Anywhere from 10" to 24" long. (i think they were dog collars )I bought a whole mixed set. The short straps were for around her ankles - one on each ankle, looped together. A longer one went around her legs just below the knees. Monica put on a black dress, black heels and PH. I had her sit on the edge of the bed. First I strapped her ankles together, then I strapped her legz just below her knees. I used an old belt as a strap above her knees so her legs were bound together very securely. I handcuffed her wrists in front of her, then used one of the short leather straps looped thru the handcuff chain to fasten the cuffs to the strap above her knees. This kept her in a sitting position. I then ballgagged her, and swung her legs up on the bed so that she lay on her side, still w/ hands in front and strapped to her knees. I left her to struggle for twenty minutes sor so - she never was able to get loose. She loved it. |
| Name: | JW4 |
| E-mail address: | quiet_12@hotmail.com |
| Comments: | Love the stories |
| Name: | dmsh |
| E-mail address: | dmsh@mail.com |
| Name: | Silver Fox |
| Comments: | For our second taping session, Demi is wearing the same red satin blouse and gold lame opera gloves. But this time she is wearing a black leather skirt which comes to just above her knees and a matching black leather vest. Her legs are graced with fine fishnet nylons, and she is wearing red sandals with a five inch heel and ankle straps. She is seated on a breakfast nook chair and I pan upwards from her feet as the scene opens.
Her ankles are bound and cinched, as are her legs below the knees. Her legs are also bound above the knees, but not cinched, and this rope also cicles the front chair legs. Another rope circles her at the top of her hips, holding her to the back and the seat of the chair. More rope circles her waist, securing her to the back of the chair. Finally, more rope circles above and below her breasts, gathered at the tops of the gloves on her upper arms and securing her to the back of the chair. Her wrists are crossed and secured with rope behind the chair, and she is gagged tightly with a shiny black band of cloth over her mouth. After panning up her body close up to her gagged mouth, I back away so that her whole body is in view. At this point she begins to struggle. The only thing that she can really move are her legs, which she stretches out and moves sexually from side to side. Gradually, the uncinched rope above her knees begins to loosen and work its way down her legs as she struggles. At the same time, she works to free her bound wrists. Occasionally, she stretches her head backwards and gazes at the ceiling. Eventually, the rope that circled above her knees falls to the floor and she is able to kick and lift her feet out of the coils. Now, occasionally moving her cinched legs, she conentrates on freeing her wrists. Somehow, she eventually succeeds. With her wrists free, she is able to reach up and remove the ropes above and below her breasts, and finally reaches down and frees her ankles and legs. |
| Name: | Burglar |
| Comments: | My petite Asian Wife was securely tied spread-eagle, face down on our bed with cotton stuffed in her ears, blindfolded and gagged with a pair of her silky lace bikini panties.
“MMMMMM NO” she moaned into her mouth filled panty gag as I moved down the bed and knelt between her legs. I allowed my hands to play over her legs, and then slowly ran them up her sides. I leaned forward and felt her tense as I placed a kiss at the base of her spine. Gradually, I licked and kissed my way up her back until I was lying on her, my face buried in the hair at the back of her neck. “MMMMMFFFF” she moaned as I slowly pressed the head of my dick against her cute little rosebud. She struggled at her restraints and fiercely bit down and screamed through her silk panty gag as I slowly started to enter her small, tight rectum. I pushed in slowly, and once I was all the way in, I felt her push up (as much as she was able due to her restraints) and then heard her moan as a wave of orgasms swept over her small petite body. She was writhing moaning and screaming with delight from the intense orgasmic pleasure she was feeling. With my cock still inside of her anus, I lay on top of her and stayed there until my cock became small. At that point, I slowly pulled out of her. I then removed her restraints and her gag. She immediately turned over and gave me a warm, loving, passionate kiss. “That was one of the most intense orgasms I have ever experienced! Thank you for giving me such pleasure”, she said as we held each other tightly in a passionate embrace. She proceeded to give me the most explosive blow job I have ever had. Then, we both fell asleep while lovingly holding each other. What a fantastic experience for both of us! We both can’t wait to do it again! |
| Name: | Burglar |
| Comments: | Whenever my wife and I make love, she wants me to tie her up, blindfold and gag her as she feels this helps me to cum harder and stronger. (Boy does it ever). However, each time she is tied, gagged and blindfolded, she always manages to escape the knots I have tied (I deliberately tie them loose on purpose). Then, she comments on how she could even escape from a real burglar.
At that point, I mentioned to her that a real burglar would not be so gentle with her and would tie her up, gag and blindfold her in a most uncomfortable manner and where she would not be able to escape. She laughed when I said this, and said that could never happen. So, in order to prove my point, I decided to teach her a lesson. One day, when my wife was out side watering, I went into the bedroom and got the things I would need to use as if I was a real burglar. I hid them under the bed, and then waited for her to come inside and go to our bedroom. Once inside the bedroom and I heard the door close, I put my plan into motion. I pulled a black stocking over my face, and entered into the bedroom. I saw my wife lying on the bed resting. Now was my chance. I quickly jumped on top of her, placed my hand over her mouth and pinned her small body to the bed. I told her to be quiet and not make a sound. I then told her to get up and strip off all of her clothes. She immediately complied with my request. Then, I told her to lie down on her stomach and place her hands behind her back. Reaching under the bed, I pulled out my stuff I had placed there earlier. I picked up a panty I had taken earlier and an old tie and stuffed the panty in her mouth and then secured it with the tie. Then, I placed the blindfold over her eyes, and also put two cotton balls into her ears. She was now effectively gagged blindfolded and unable to hear. She continued to lay there on her stomach, waiting what was to happen next. Little did she know that I was going to use the one thing she knew that she could never get out of –duct tape. I reached under the bed and pulled out the roll of duct tape and placed it next to me. I took the roll and pulled out a piece which I used to tie her hands together in an x pattern behind her back. Then, for good measure, I took a strip and placed it over her mouth to hold in the tie and panty gag I had previously used as my gag. I then turned her over on her back and where her hands were under her butt. I removed the blindfold and replaced it with a strip of duct tape. She started to MMMFFF and squirm so I pinched her nipples and told her to stay still. She complied. Knowing that she was now completely helpless and unable to see or hear, I removed my mask. I then began to torture her by slowly licking and sucking her clit, then stopping, and then starting all over again. I did this for about fifteen minutes. During that time, she had numerous orgasms, and was trying to get free (she couldn’t). I really got turned on when I heard her moaning through her gag and developed a rock hard erection. I then pushed my dick into her moist pussy and pushed in until I was all of the way in. Even while tied, she raised her hips up to meet my thrusts and had another orgasm. I then pulled out and began to lick and suck her clit again which caused her to have more orgasms and me to get my penis rock hard once again. I then flipped her over onto her stomach. She knew what was coming next (anal sex) and tried again to get free from her bonds. I then positioned my now hard penis over her puckered hole and then slowly began pushing in. She began to scream as much as she could through her heavily gagged mouth. However, as I continued to push in, her screams turns to deep moans until finally I was all of the way in. I stayed inside of her, not moving, until I felt my hot cum explode inside of her anus. I knew she was enjoying this too, as she pushed up while I was cumming in her rectum. When my cock became small and slid out, I then slowly and carefully cut away the duct tape which had secured my wife, and then pulled the strips from her mouth and eyes. After taking the strip off of her mouth and taking out the tie, she spit out her soaked panty gag and gave me a long, passionate kiss. She told me that had always been a fantasy of hers to have a burglar restrain and gag her with duct tape and then have his way with her. She asked me when we could do it again. “How about right now? “Let’s go”, she replied. |
| Name: | Dreamer |
| Comments: | CSM! tell us about the next caper that was awesome. Or even about previous capers! :) We don't have kids, but my nephews gor my wife in a bind (at my encouraging, heehee). I'll tell about that sometime. |
| Name: | Lilly |
| Comments: | I am a wife who enjoys being tied up and gagged. I always laugh at post I see where women tell others that this is wrong, that they need get help or out of the relationship. It makes me even madder when I see woman saying men have unrealistic views of woman because of porn.
Personally I love watching porn with my husband and acting out the scenes I know he enjoys most. We are turned on by the same things i.e. slapping, bondage and gagging. We even enjoy threesomes I love watching women enjoying rough sex. I love being choked by my husbands cock while he binds my hands behind me. I enjoy getting so slobbery that my face and hair are covered. Were young yet only in our late 20's so I can't wait to see what our future holds. |
| Name: | Angel |
| E-mail address: | alter.ego@aol.com |
| Comments: | Hi Guys!
I've found this Dreambook while searching for erotic stories like my secret desire... Actually I've never been tied up, but it's really my greatest wish! Unfortunately I'm divorced now, 40 yrs old, with a 15 yrs old daughter to care for. It's not easy to find a partner... well maybe just for sex it would be easy (I'm still slim and looking sexy I think) but for my daughter I have to set an example, and bringing home new guys every other day wouldn't be quite that... So what remains...? fantasies... and browsing the net... and finding kinky and dirty pictures and stories... Oh God, I'm really ashamed but these dirty things really turn me on... I mean: getting kidnapped, tied up, gagged, blindfolded, and then be used as a sextoy... Well to get to the point... I don't dare to make it done to me in real life (especially with strangers), but virtually, I'm totally curious! I would like to make friends virtually, via e-mail, and then exchange ideas, and fantasies and experiences. Is anyone interested? If so, write me to: alter.ego@aol.com |