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|Storycodes: M/f; bondage; cons; X|
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This experience happened a few years ago with a old friend who I have since lost contact with. Her name is Carol and we were both in our mid 20’s at the time and had been friends since high school. Carol was about 5 ft 8 in tall and had ‘impressive’ breasts. She was also very flexible from many years of yoga which you’ll see paid off in the story.
The whole thing started in
a restaurant where we were finishing off a delightful dinner.
How about bondage?" I innocently
suggested. "You can start of slow and if you like it you can build it up."
"So you trust me and you
would like to try being a captive... admit it... it's likely a hidden fantasy
in many women, the idea of being helpless until the Prince comes to rescue
you." I could see she was warming up to the idea.
As I drove us over to Carol's place, she began asking questions that told me she was really uncertain about this and perhaps even a little scared. I tried to calm her worries by assuring her that I wouldn't do anything she didn't want. She just had to say the word and the scene would end.
We arrived at her place and she immediately disappeared down into the basement, only to return in a minute with several lengths of rope in her arms that she dumped in the middle of the living room and said "Now what big boy?" She was putting in a good effort to be positive about this new wild turn for her live.
"Let's start simple," I said.
"Take one of your dining room chairs and sit down in the middle of the
In a split second her right
leg came flying up slamming into my balls sending me flying across the
room in agony. Immediately she tried to apologize explaining that she was
extremely ticklish and her kicking was just a defensive reflex. Meanwhile
I was curled up in a ball barely able to move and she sat there bound to
the chair with no way out but me untying her. After several minutes I struggled
to my feet and hobbled over to Carol and began untying her wrists. Once
they were loose enough for her to finish herself I began to carefully walk
to the door, politely saying good night and heading out. But Carol called
me back in a rather lonesome voice,
I asked her to stand in the
middle of the room and I tied her ankles together firmly, cinching the
rope tightly between her ankles. I did the same thing just above her knees
too. "That should prevent any kicking this time," I said with a smirk.
"How flexible are your arms?"
"Well, for this next part
I need your arms to be bare" I said. She began to roll up her sleeves,
but I said I needed them bare right to the shoulders. She smiled a crocked
smile and said, "Good planning. Tie my legs together, make it impossible
to go upstairs to change and then say you want my shirt off."
"Very pretty. Now put your hands high up behind your back." She really was quite supple, but she couldn't hold them up as high as I could pull them myself. We needed to find a way to hold her hands high up her back while I tied them in a reverse praying position. I saw a coat hook high up on the wall and asked Carol to jump over to it. Her breasts really bounced while she bunny-hopped across the room. I had Carol face the wall and I tied short cords around each wrist and twisting her wrists high behind her back, tied the other ends to the hook over Carol's head. I asked her if she could put her hands any higher up her back and she bent her knees slightly and that pulled her wrists even higher up her back.
I tied her wrists together with her palms facing in and then began neatly wrapping the long rope around both arms starting at her wrists and wrapping around toward her elbows. The loose end of the rope was neatly tucked in between her arms. Each turn I made sure the ropes were neatly side-by-side and her arms were tight together. Each turn brought her elbows closer together. About 3/4 of the way to her elbows she made a comment about the ropes being quite tight.
I assured her that they were
not as tight as the ropes around her legs because this rope was not cinched.
"Can I see what my arms look
like behind my back?" asked Carol. I found a large mirror hanging in the
hallway and used it to help her see behind her back. "WOW! Before tonight
I would have told you that was impossible! Are you sure I still have circulation
to my hands?"
"Well I could test the bow
on your skirt." She wore a wrap around skirt that was held on with just
a sash tied in a bow at her waist. I pulled the bow out as she tried to
tell me that just the bow was holding in on, but she was too late. The
way she was bound all she could do was watch the skirt settle to the ground.
"Very pretty. I have to do something to these big boobs, how about making them even bigger?" With that comment I grabbed another small coil of rope and wrapped it around the base of her left boob. They were even wraps, side-by-side, and just about as tight as I could tie them. The tight rope made her tit swell. "See? I can make big tits look even bigger" and I proceeded to do the same thing to her right breast. While I wrapped the rope around her breast I asked her to hold the starting end with her teeth and she did. As I wrapped it seemed to me that she was trying to pull her end even tighter.
When I finished the wrapping,
I took her end from her and tied them off.
"Now that's beginning to
hurt", Carol admitted.
"So how long are you going
to keep me like this?"
As the bottle neared 3/4
full, Carol said "I don't think I can take any more tension on my poor
nips.Can you stop now, please!"
"This is really going to hurt" she said and tried to take one hop. The bottle full of water bounced with her hop sending such pain through her nipples that she screamed for the first time. "I can't take this pain, please untie my poor nipples, leave everything else, just give them some relief, please, or I will pee right here on the carpet!"
It was clear that her nipples
were in a lot of pain, so I cut the string holding the bottle and cut the
string between her nipples. Although the strings were still tied around
her nipples, Carol seemed very grateful and quickly proceeded to hop toward
the bathroom. As she got to the bathroom she called for me to come over.
"Could you pull down my panties, please" she said.
As she bunny hopped back
to the living room she said, "I guess we’re done now. Can you untie me?"
I tied a big figure eight
knot into the loose end of the rope about 4 inches from her waist and then
past the rope between her legs and up her back and tied it off on the ropes
wrapped around her arms. I went around in front and figured that the bulb
knot was not quite on her clit, so I tightened the crotch rope just a little
more then I said, "Try to move your arms."
I laid her on the living room carpet saying that it would probably be safer if she was lying down. But she looked far too comfortable just lying on the floor so I rolled her onto her stomach and took the end of the rope wrapped around her ankles and tied it to the top of the rope that wrapped her arms. By the time I was finished her feet were just inches from her arms making this a very tight hog tie. Before she could complain about anything being too tight (at this point I figured everything was too tight), I said that I had to go to the bathroom and headed out the room.
I stayed in the bathroom
about ten minutes and as I returned Carol was in the throws of a self-induced
orgasm. I watched in amazement. When she had finally recovered I asked
her how she liked her ropes. She said, "That was my second orgasm since
you headed off to pee, you know!"
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