To the inexperienced viewer, James wasn't moving in the slightest. The bondage was that extreme and effective. But I could detect that he was really struggling, more than I had ever seen before. I smiled and continued to watch, while softly rubbing my clit. This S&M business must be contagious, I thought. I realized that I was really enjoying watching my fiance in inescapable bondage, very tightly and effectively gagged, blindfolded, and obviously trying his best to escape. Maybe it was conditioning, since I always masturbated while he was in bondage. Who knows for sure? Maybe I was a closet sadist and all our games were bringing that closer to the surface.
“Maybe it's time”, I thought, and got off the bed and crossed the room. It was obvious why he was trying to get loose, or at least to get my attention and have me release him. I had thought this idea crazy from the first time I heard about it, but didn't say so. James delighted in contriving these bondage ordeals for himself. And if he wanted to try something, I was more than happy to go along. He was a loving, faithful mate, and I got all the normal sex I wanted, and I did find his games interesting and provocative. Yes, exciting in fact. I had to admit.
Our first foray into bondage involved what the aficionados called “Tie & Tease”, and which was still among Jame's favorite things to do. This involved his being rigorously bound and gagged, having me bring him almost to orgasm, and then stop. I would continue to tease him, and keep him hard and horny for several hours before I let him come. This was my favorite also and I enjoyed it more and more.
The first few times were fiascos, of course. He escaped my bondage within minutes. But I had been a willing student and he had been encouraging and anxious to help me develop my skills and, with the additional help of Internet sites and lots of experimentation, my rope bondage became quite expert. I learned remarkably quickly and had evolved to the point that now, once I had bound him thoroughly, he could struggle for hours and still not even begin to free himself
I got to like having control and being able to manipulate the situation. In most of his bondage positions, hogtied on the bed for instance, I could take off his gag whenever I wanted, and position myself so that he could lick my pussy. This was another of his loves, being “forced” to service me orally, for as many orgasms as I wanted. Sometimes I would give him a relaxed bondage session stretched on the bed with his hands and arms tied to the top of the bed and his feet tied and stretched to the bottom... he likes to be stretched tight and gagged (until I would take it off and sit on his face and make him sate me totally and completely)
I would also love to ride his cock in this position and tease him, then get off him when I felt him close to coming.... So I could relieve the sexual tension anytime I wanted, and relax and continue with the session, continue teasing him at my own pace, without any pressure. My own horniness determined how the session would end. If I felt like being ravaged, I would release him before making him come. He would mount me like a stallion. If I didn't feel like being penetrated, or if I was sated or tired, I would just bring him off while he was still bound and gagged. That way, when I did finally release him, he would only want to cuddle a little bit more and then go to sleep.
At first I was very conscious of not keeping him tied too long. We discussed it and initially set a time limit of one hour. But James quickly decided that this wasn’t long enough, and he pushed it up to two hours. Then, “Can we try three hours today?”. These days there was no official time limit. We had decided that I knew him well enough to judge his reactions and that I would merely use my judgment as to how long he remained in bondage. Additionally, this pleased James by adding to the mystique, the fantasy, of his being completely in my control.
His bondage scenarios slowly evolved into extremely strict bondage scenarios and we spent many hours in bed, snuggling, with James tightly hogtied and me leisurely playing with his nipples and cock. And I would always interrogate him about what other kinds of things he fantasized about. And it was in this context that many of his more complicated scenarios were born. Tightly bound in this way he was very open, and freely talked about other things he would like to try, about what he must have thought were his darkest fantasies. I began to realize why people spoke about bondage as being a “liberating” experience.
And once his fantasies were vocalized, they took shape. Over the years, his bondage experiments became more and more elaborate. Some were so elaborate and complicated and time consuming that they had to be reserved for either Saturday or Sunday afternoons. The scripts were always composed by James which didn't bother me in the least. I did notice that lately, in the last couple of years, his scenarios had begun to drift toward situations which involved inescapable bondage combined with some degree of discomfort. In cruising the various web sites and forums, he had come across the concept, "It's not really bondage until you want to get loose!".
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21.04.13
story continues in Mistress Takes Control 2
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