I always appreciate women who are handy with rope: especially those who love to bind their men when fore playing and/or making love. Meeting Debra awakened that infrequent, kinky preference in a way I had not experienced in several years.
The adrenalin rush and sensual complications had always been an irresistible opiate in my somewhat atypical, B&D lifestyle. Consequently, as with any adventure involving the fun and pleasure of sensual bondage, there were risks to be taken into account. However, since my instincts had thus far compiled a perfect track record, where the turning over of one’s freedom to a switchable, submissive women was concerned, I opted to go for it, and enjoy the exploration of Debra’s formidable imagination and style.
“I love the way you kiss me,” she praised. “No one has ever kissed me more passionately.”
I tried to be gracious. “You’re easy to kiss, and a lot more than just comfortable in my arms.” At the time, I had no idea what she was planning. We had known each other for only a week, when, after having spent the first half hour of a pleasurable evening necking on the couch, she backed off before our passion could get too out of hand.
“I know you want to make love to me, John,” she said while pacing the floor, “but I don’t think I’m ready to go beyond what we have been doing here on the couch.”
I mustered my reluctant understanding, but let her know exactly how I felt. “I know we’ve only just met, and I appreciate your need to keep things from getting too intimate, but you are one hell of an attractive woman, Debra dear. Keeping my hands off of you is not easy.”
She made things crystal clear. “I don’t mind the touch of your hands at all, John. In fact, I find it perfectly acceptable. What I will not accept are your attempts at removing my clothing.”
I smiled. “Then I’d better get out of here before my better judgment is overruled by the side of me that wants more than what you are willing to permit.” I stood and headed for the closet for my jacket.
She cut me off before I could make it across the room. “There is no need for you to leave, John”
“Oh, yes there is, sweet Debra,” I assured, “unless you want to run the risk of getting, for want of a better word, raped.”
She smiled and gave me a huge hug. “That’s what I like about you. Your respect for my feelings is more than just appreciated,” she said before giving me a heartfelt kiss and stepping back a bit to ask, “What if I can come up with a way to give us the best of both worlds, without your having to worry about doing anything regrettable?”
My expression turned quizzical. “Uh-I don’t quite follow you.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Then take off your shirt and do exactly what I tell you.”
I didn’t hesitate. Would you have, if you were me and alone in a beautiful woman’s apartment, and she told you to take off your shirt?” While I did, the aftermath of hard-pressed affection her ample breasts had left on my chest lingered in memory.
“Now your slacks and shoes.”
I smiled and figured she was putting me on about not wanting to consummate our, up-to-then, somewhat frustrating relationship. “OK.” I was soon down to just my briefs.
“Turn around,” said Debra Cushing. “Cross your wrists together behind your back.”
I immediately knew what she was up to. “Are you going to do what I think you’re going to do?” I asked before trusting my instincts.
She said nothing as she stooped to remove a length of nylon line from under one of the couch cushions. It didn’t take Debra long to bind my wrists tightly together behind me, something I was hoping to do with hers that evening myself.
“Hey, that feels like you know what you’re doing,” was all I could come up with when the last knot was tied and my latest intoxication walked around in front of me. Her next kisses were just a series of teasing pecks. I closed my eyes and pressed forward for more. None were forthcoming. My eyes popped open to discover Debra was sitting down. She crossed her legs and spread her arms out and over the back of the couch.
“There,” she said with a sexy smile, “that should keep you from doing anything unsavory. Come here.”
I sat next to her and eased back on my left side. “What am I supposed to do now?”
She unbuttoned her blouse. “Nothing,” said Debra while caressing her neck with one hand, and my right, inner thigh with the other. “Ever been tied up before?”
“No,” I lied.
“How does it feel?”
“Different.”
She removed her long-sleeved, silk top to reveal and exquisite upper body, supported firmly and beautifully under a provocatively overflowing white, strapless bra. I moved closer for another kiss, but she pushed me away and stood to remove her skirt. There she was, just like I dreamed of seeing her, in nothing but bra, panties and heels. I watched hungrily as Debra grabbed a breast with one hand and ran the index finger of the other up and down the front of her pussy.
I stood and walked to her, but she did nothing before saying, “Did I tell say you could get up?”
I was quickly and slightly restless with frustration, and somewhat surprised by her suddenly revealed, dominant nature. ‘Hmmm.’
She wasted no time walking out of the room and saying, “Follow me.” The bra was removed en route. The bedroom was our next stop. “Lie down on your stomach, facing the foot of the bed, and spread your legs as far as you can.” A drawer was opened to reveal several skeins of soft-nylon rope in it.
“What are you looking at?”
My eyes were instinctively drawn to her gorgeous upper body. “A woman of outstanding countenance,” I said while moving to the queen-size bed and doing on it what she told me to.
“How do you like my solution so far?”
A few tugs on the inescapable wrist ropes left me speechless.
My ankles were soon tied to the bed with tether lines. The feel of her obvious knot mastery gave me reason to believe there was more to Debra’s plan than originally assumed. “Am I safe now, do you think, John?” she teased.
“I would say so,” was all I could think of saying as the swelling in my briefs pressed hard against the mattress and I wondered if grinding my burgeoning excitement into it would be tolerated.
“Do me a favor, John, try to escape. I need to know if you can before we go any further.”
She watched my attempt with a hungry look in her eyes, and more self-fondling. It was easy to hump the bed, now that I could cover up the pleasure with what I had been told to do.
“Hmmm, I think we should make doubly sure before going any further,” she said while walking to the toy drawer and removing a large skein of thick rope. Debra then got onto the bed to sit on my behind, straddling me as she undid the skein and looked at us in the full-length, wall mirror in front of the bed.
“Am I making you hot, Johnny?”
“Yes.”
“Are you surprised by the turn of events tonight?”
“Yes.”
What she said next didn’t surprise me at all. “I know who you are, John, and well aware of your reputation. I’ve got spies everywhere. They tell me you are a master at this. So, how am I doing, Master John?”
The feel of a tightening lasso around my upper arms and torso, and the accompanying revelation, brought a special tingle to my spine. I struggled a bit to see what she would do. The rope tightened considerably.
“The more you struggle,” she warned, “the tighter I’m going to make it.”
Since I didn’t want her to know how much I was enjoying every second of our newfound make-out game, I ceased from testing the fix and did all I could to accommodate Debra by lifting my chest at every turn of the rope and enjoying the weight of her body on my hard pressed erection. It took but a few minutes to use the 50 or so feet of rope to thoroughly bind my arms to my body from chest to wrists.
She jumped from the bed and folded her arms under her breasts, spreading her legs as she said, “There, that should keep you out of trouble until I’m finished with you.” The panties came off first, then the heels, before she lay down beside me and stretched out sexily. “You like my body, John?”
“I love your body.”
“Good, so do I.” Her tone and facial features were expressionless. “Hot-n-bothered?”
“Yes.”
“Me to. Want to kiss me?”
“Yes.”
“Want me under you while you do?”
“Yes.”
It took some doing, but Debra managed to do just that.
“Now,” she whispered seductively, “isn’t this better than going home and leaving both of us frustrated?”
“Yes.”
We spent the next several minutes kissing and grinding and doing all we could to achieve some kind of satisfaction. Little by little, she pulled my briefs down until my vitals were exposed, but harshly pressed against at the base of my sack by the super-tight tolerance of my only remaining piece of clothing. Her upper thighs wrapped around my erection as she pushed me up a bit to break our latest and most passionate round of kissing.
“Everything OK?” she asked with a smile.
“Yes.”
“You are suddenly a man of few words.”
“Is that a problem?”
“Not if you keep kissing me and doing whatever it takes to make my day.”
I smiled. “And if I don’t?”
She smiled. “Then I’ll find someone who can.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
Since I wasn’t getting any advanced satisfaction anyway, and since I wondered what she meant by her last line, I decided to call her bluff by ceasing from both kissing and humping Debra. She frowned a bit as she slithered out from under me and walked to the rope drawer. I watched her take a ball gag from it and put it on around my neck before walking to the phone and punching in a number. “Lisa? It’s me, Debra. What are you doing?”
They spoke for about a minute before she hung up and started putting her undies back on. I ground my erection into the mattress and watched her leave the room as she said, “Don’t make a sound or cum or I’ll make the rest of your evening a living hell.”
The next several minutes were spent alone, super-excited, and wondering what she meant by ‘living hell’.
Twenty-five minutes later
“John, meet Lisa,” introduced Debra upon her return.
I looked up from my adventure and saw a very surprised, very well built damsel standing in her astonishment, her elbows and wrists tightly secured together behind her back, and another ball gag hanging from her neck.
My approach was decidedly cool, calm, and collected. “Good evening, Lisa.”
It was obvious she had no idea anything like this was going to happen prior to her entering the scene. “Hi.” Her ball gag was then tightly fitted in place.
Debra moved to the toy drawer for another fifty-or-so footer, the end of which she tied to Lisa’s elbow cinch. As she wrapped up her friend, she spoke to her in a very gently teasing, but very menacing tone.
“Didn’t think I could do it, did you. Didn’t think I had the right stuff. Well, sweetie, I do, and intend to use it without mercy on both of you.” She then turned to me and explained, “We made a wager. She bet against my getting you here like this. I won the right to do whatever I wanted with her till noon tomorrow. She knows who you are, too.”
Both were in sexy undies and very high heels. All I could do was watch Lisa get thoroughly hog-tied on the bed, to my right.”
“I drugged him,” she explained to Lisa. “He’s been like this for more than an hour. I called you when he woke up.”
There was plenty of room for her to roll from side to side, which she started doing just after Debra removed her own underwear and slipped back under me. It soon became blatantly obvious that both women were very turned on by the scene, and that I had been duped into becoming a semi-willing partner in it. The revelation continued. “Lisa wants to tie up guys, too, but has yet to enjoy the privilege. I thought it was high time she did. Hope you weren’t planning on being anywhere in the next twenty-or-so hours.”
I tried to assert myself. “As a matter of fact...”
“Kiss me,” said Debra as she closed her upper thighs around my erection and began to rub her slippery-wet pussy against it.
My response was, “Untie me.”
“Yeah-right,” she quipped, sarcastically. “Kiss me.”
“I won’t until I’m untied.”
She turned to give the bound beauty next to me a curious look. “If I undo him, he will undoubtedly bind me and have his way with at least one, if not both of us. What would you like me to do?”
Lisa’s body language suddenly went ballistic with pleasurable, kinky writhing. She didn’t make a sound, but it was clear something deep within her wanted to say, ‘Untie him.’
“Yes- untie him?” proposed Debra as we both waited for either a positive or negative indication.
My eyes locked onto Lisa’s, but all I could see was fear and delectable frustration. A good thirty-seconds came and went.
“I see,” said Debra. “Well, it looks like the decision is all mine to make.”
I did my best to keep a straight face. “Untie me, and I promise you won’t regret the move.”
A very important minute or so went by before she said, “Kiss me, and do it like you mean it.”
Lisa’s impassioned struggling ceased as she placed her forehead down on the bed and took a deep breath.
“No,” was my testing answer.
Debra wasted no time strapping on the ball gag she’d hung from my neck. She then rolled her head left and said to Lisa, “Kiss me.”
Her very hot-n-bothered girlfriend immediately raised her head, smiled inwardly, and started to maneuver her helplessly hog-tied and crotch-roped body towards the task. As she did, I did all I could to penetrate Debra’s crevice. But she would have no part of it, and spoiled every attempt with a simple twist of her lower torso.
“Oh-no-you-don’t, Johnny,” she quashed with delight. “This will just have to do for now.”
Lisa’s ball gag was then removed, but kept hanging from her perfect neck.
The ‘for now’ gave me an inkling of what might possibly lie ahead in the way of kinky action. Regardless, I did not stop in my failed attempts at nailing Debra as soon as possible. Both Lisa and I realized she was getting very turned on by the scene she’d succeeded in actualizing into our experience. Within a few minutes, the three of us were out of control, doing all we were capable of doing to reach closure as we lost ourselves in the sensual particulars of what our combined fantasies had managed to translate into outrageous reality.
Ten Minutes Later
Debra decided to put the icing on my expectations by turning to Lisa and saying, breathlessly, “Don’t worry, after I’m finished, I’ll untie you and you can do what you like with him. Or would you like me to untie him and let him do whatever he likes with us?”
Lisa started to spasm, and didn’t show signs of stopping for some time. Debra, too, after thoroughly tuning into her accomplice’s passion, and my heated attempts at escape and maneuverability, exploded out of control, without so much as a look of concern over what my frustrated gyrations were attempting to accomplish.
“What’s the matter, baby,” she chided, “aren’t you getting enough?”
I knew my pelvic struggling, and overall, under-indulged expectations were feeding Debra’s psycho sensual hunger, so I deliberately did all I could to bring her overwrought libido to a place to which only a Domme of her stature and determination could aspire. The bed rocked, Lisa’s muffled moaning got louder and louder, and Debra smiled at me, as if to say, ‘Now you’re getting it, baby.’
She played the top side of my cock against her pussy like a well-tuned instrument, stroking it roughly while squeezing it between her upper thighs, pinching her nipples, and glancing, now and then, at Lisa’s predicament. All sorts of erotic sounds escaped her wildly expressive, wide-opened mouth, an outcome that served also to feed Lisa’s kinky nature in a way I don’t think either one of them expected.
“NOW, are you going kiss me?” asked Debra, with an exhausted smile.
I nodded a ‘yes.’ The gag was removed, and I relented to the task she’d so carefully and deliberately managed to squeeze out of my insolent disposition. The kisses were icing on the cake of her victory, not only over me, but the bet she and Lisa had consummated some weeks before.
“Atta’-boy,” she said, after only a few seconds of wet ones peaked her competitive satisfaction. “How about we make things a little crazier.”
She was out from under me in a flash; lifting me up to my knees, then back down onto the bed between my widespread feet. A rope soon tethered the upper part of the arm bind to the base of the headboard. Lisa gazed up at my fully extended erection as her passion subsided and the gag was removed. Mine was then replaced. Without a word of information, Debra vacated the room, closed and locked its door, and left Lisa and me to wonder about what would happen next. It was then I first caught sight of the ceiling mirror. ‘Wow.’ My bedmate rolled over onto her side, and dozed off, leaving me unsatisfied in my astonishment, and determined to turn things around as soon as an opportunity presented itself.
20-Or-So Minutes Later
My legs ached for freedom, but all I could do was wait on Debra’s next move and watch Lisa awaken from her nap. She stared up at the mirror, and back down at my cock, instinctively moving, as best she could, in its hardening direction. I immediately realized that, no matter how hard she tried, given the way things were, there was no way Lisa would be able to get it into her mouth. She continued struggling her way towards me anyway. The journey did much to inspire a more erect, penal posture. The harder I got, the closer she got. The closer she got, the more I struggled to widen the distance between my knees, hoping to lower my groin to a more accessible elevation.
It soon occurred to me that, if I moved backwards, not only would the torso tether loosen, allowing me to further raise myself to the desired height, but the closer I could bring my knees together. Painful as it was, I worked in that direction as I watched Lisa in the mirror and hoped Debra would not crash the party with another of her frustrating adjustments. When I was sure I could go back no further, or achieve more accessibility, Lisa’s tongue started toying with my scrotum.
“Mmmmmm,” she said, before doing her best to get it into her mouth.
I stared up at the mirror and started to rock.
A minute or so passed.
My cock struck the top of Lisa’s head.
“Auhuhhuhunnnnn!” I instructed, from behind the ball gag.
But she paid me no mind as the inside of Lisa’s gaping, oral attention further surrounded my titillated balls.
“AUHUHUHUNNNNN!!”
I struggled wildly in the ropes Debra had so expertly and tightly used to make sure my arms would not do any damage to the fantasy fulfillment at least two of us were thoroughly enjoying. After my erection had struck Lisa on the head at least a dozen times, she caught on to the plan and backed off a bit to see just how far I could rock my cock. It struck the top of her nose just before she said, “One more time.” As is swung down for like the 25th time, she stretched her neck, opened wide, and caught it by its circumcision with her teeth.
“Mmmmmmm,” she appraised, obviously pleased with its size and rock-hardness.
Lisa’s struggling was, to say the least, fierce, as she worked her severely hog-tied and bothered body closer to me until my erection could go in no further. By the tone of her moans, I was sure she was putting her crotch rope to good use. I leaned back, hoping to give my gut a rest. But when the back of my head touched the headboard, Lisa bit down on my penis to stop it from slipping out of her mouth. I threw my head back further to stop that from happening by shifting the supportive weight responsibility to the top of my head. The move worked, but also tightened the ball gag strap considerably, adding yet another disciplinary wrinkle to the bind. ‘Shit.’
Lisa continued to enjoy her end of the situation, shifting into high gear, thus bringing the heat of my passion to a level of satisfaction it had not yet achieved that night. It was then we heard the key in the door. Debra was obviously ready for phase three of her belated agenda. When she saw what we were doing, she immediately reached for some rope and stood over us as she undid the skein. All she wore were heels and panties.
“Don’t let me interrupt,” she quipped, before fashioning a hangman’s noose at one end of the 3/8s-inch-thick, nylon line she’d chosen for her next move. “Perhaps I can help make your pleasure a bit more interesting, for ALL of us.”
Lisa and I tried not to pay our binder any mind as we continued the enjoyment of the scene, but it wasn’t long before Debra was on our case. She grabbed Lisa by the hair and pulled her head back, extracting my cock in the process as she slipped the hangman’s noose over her head and around her neck, with the knot in back. She then re-inserted my rock hard erection back into Lisa’s mouth and ran the rope up to the top of the headboard, threaded it through a handy hole, and pulled out the slack until the head of my penis could go no further into Lisa throat. She then tied things off and undid the knots in my arm rope tether, pulled out all its slack, and tied it off again. She did the same with the lines that secured my ankles to the right and left corners of the bed. The back of my head was now smack dab up against the back of the headboard, relieving much of the strain in my gut and ball gag strap. The noose rope knots were also undone and re-secured after all THAT slack had been taken out.
“There. That should make things a LOT more interesting,” said Debra as she backed off to admire her handiwork and remove her heels and panties.
I looked up at what we all looked like in the mirror. Debra sprawled out on the mattress in front of us and began to stroke her very wet pussy.
“And it’s only ten-o’clock,” she reminded. “Fourteen hours to go.”
I watched as her fingers toyed with her nipples, and did my best to help Lisa create as much friction as possible. There was little we could do in that area. However, the sheer, erotic absurdity of the situation was having a profoundly satisfying effect on all of us, to say the least.
“Mmmmmuhuh.” said Lisa as her first spasm broke the silence and I reached full, rock had extension.
“Oh...oh...ohohoh,” said Debra as the beginnings of her pleasure blossomed in front of us.
I was suddenly certain that all they really cared about was keeping me hard and frustrated, while they enjoyed the fruits of their conquest and the outcomes I was to inspire during the hours ahead. The realization both excited and pissed me off. Regardless, as hard as it was to think straight, I continued to ponder the situation plan a way to make both Lisa and Debra my captives before the fourteen hours were up.
In the middle of that pondering, I came, big time, which caused Lisa to pull away or choke on the outcome. As she did, the rope around her neck tightened.
“What’s the matter,” teased Debra, “bite off more than you could chew?”
I tried and failed to pull out, and at the same time achieve as much satisfaction as the dilemma would allow. Lisa writhed frantically in her bondage, fisting and flailing her fingers as she tried and failed to utter a sound, given the accumulation of cum building up in the back of her mouth. Debra observed our struggling efforts for several seconds before reaching the end of her fuse and letting go to yet another mountaintop experience in the fine art of bondage voyeurism and vicarious observation. Lisa’s choking spewed gob after gob of the white stuff out of the sides of her mouth as she got lost in the lengthiest, most intense multiple of her 32-year-old life, and I tore wildly into the ropes that held me fast until the last drop of molten manifestation and aftershock tapered off and into oblivion.
John Roper
You can also leave feedback & comments for this story on the Plaza Forum
16.03.03
story continues in Bound to be Safe
o0o