I’d known Karen for two years, admiring her from a distance and doing a lot of fantasizing. I taught English and she was the school nurse two days a week, but we’d still managed to have plenty of chats and several lunches together. I really liked her, even outside of my bondage fantasies, and she seemed to like me. I knew she was married, with two kids in their teens. I’d been single for ten years. Both of us were pushing forty hard. Innocence was a thing of the past. And suddenly, here we were, at a district conference two hundred miles from home, and Karen had come alone, and there I was to keep her company. We attended some meetings together, had coffee, a lunch, and then the second night of the conference there was a dance.
I was at the cash bar when Karen arrived, wearing her little black dress. My heart gave a few extra beats when I saw her. Karen is petite, brunette, with some nice muscle in arms and legs, and a wonderfully curvy body. The dress showed all of it. I guess I was staring. Karen saw me and smiled as she came up to me.
“Wow,” I said.
“It’s all I had,” she said. “I don’t get out much.”
“Well, here we are. Want to dance?”
“Sure.” There was no hesitation, and she smiled again. My heart started to pound as I took her hand and led her out to the dance floor. A few couples were there, and it was dark. The music was slow, a soft ballad I didn’t know. I took her in my arms, my chin on top of her head, her cheek against my shoulder, and when her scent hit me I nearly trembled.
The tune went on and on, and we drifted with it. Without thinking, I pulled her right hand to the small of her back and held it there with my right hand, my left grasping a shapely arm. After a minute of that, she looked up at me and smiled.
“Are you capturing me?” she said.
“What?”
She wiggled her arm. “I feel like I’m being captured, getting ready to be tied up or something.”
My heart hammered. “Have you ever been tied up?”
“Maybe,” she said. “Are you into that sort of thing?”
“Maybe,” I said, and Karen’s eyes sparkled in the gloom. “I do have some travel toys in my room.”
“Show me,” she said. “This music is too slow.”
I was a little stunned, I guess, like it was all a waking dream. We took the elevator up to my floor and grinned at each other like two naughty kids. My hand was shaking a bit when I put the card key into its slot to unlock the door.
Inside, Karen watched as I retrieved my little traveling rope bag from a drawer and dumped its contents onto the bed. There were five lengths of cotton rope, a roll of wrap, bandana and purple ball gag now lying in front of her. She picked up the ball gag, pressed it into her mouth and faced me with her hands behind her back.
“Mphhhh,” she said.
My chest hurt. I hoped I wasn’t going to have a heart attack.
Karen took out the gag, and laughed. “Let’s do this in front of the mirror. I like to see myself tied up.”
“Okay.” I picked up a short rope and then tried to be clever. “I don’t suppose I can talk you out of that dress for this.”
I detected a tiny hesitation, but then she turned her back to me. “Why not? There’s a little hook at the top.”
The dress slid to the floor; Karen kicked off her shoes, faced me and posed, hands on hips. “What do you think?” she said.
“I think I’m in heaven,” I said, and my chest was very tight. She wore a strapless half-bra and panties in black, and I hadn’t imagined how wonderful her breasts were for such a small woman. Suddenly I wanted her badly, and not just as a bondage playmate. I don’t know how she could not have seen that in my eyes.
“I like hands behind,” she said, and crossed her wrists behind her.
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly as I touched her wrists. In the mirror, her eyes were bright with anticipation, and as I wrapped her wrists she leaned back against me. I caressed her arms, and she smiled.
“You are my beautiful bondagette, now,” I said.
Karen closed her eyes as I wrapped coils around her body, above and below her breasts, cinching the lower coils under her arms and the upper coils with rope going up over the back of her neck.
She gave me a dreamy look when I pulled her back against me. “Now I’m feeling captured,” she murmured. “What are you going to do to me now?
“Nothing you don’t want done,” I said softly, and tied on a new rope in the back, bringing strands over her shoulders to cinch the ropes above and below her breasts. When I pulled up and then down, Karen moaned, and I nearly lost it, my erection so hard it was painful. Without thinking, I clamped a hand over her mouth, and she moaned again.
“You’re mine now, Karen, all mine,” I growled, and she pushed back with her head and wiggled against me. Another minute of this and I would cum in my pants for sure. I pulled her to the bed. A breath exploded from her when I took my hand away and immediately pressed the ball gag into her mouth. There was a new, wonderful odor, and it was coming from her. It was all so easy. I couldn’t believe it. Where have you been all my life, woman? I wondered.
“If you say no I will stop, Karen,” I gasped, and she only moaned again. I pushed her down on the bed, on her back, pulled her panties off and two minutes later had her in a tight frogtie. She moaned and writhed back and forth on the bed, and my heart was hammering so hard I could scarcely breathe. Her scent overwhelmed me, then. I stripped in a minute and was inside her with a slow, gentle push. She was hot and wet and rocking her hips, and an eternity later we climaxed together wonderfully and loudly.
I think I passed out for a minute. When I awoke I was still inside Karen, still hard, my arms around her bound body. Her eyes were open. She smiled, and I pulled the gag from her mouth.
“Kiss me,” she whispered, and I did, very softly. “You are amazing,” I said.
“You, too. I’ve never felt so completely taken as right now. I don’t know why I want it so much, but I do, ever since I was a teenager.”
“And I was tying up the neighborhood girls in third grade,” I said.
“My husband doesn’t understand, but I love him.”
“Of course,” I said.
“I want to be captured, and bound, and ravished while I struggle.”
“I do understand that,” I said.
“No strings attached. Everything discrete.”
“Yes.”
Karen smiled. “I have other fantasies, like coming out of a shower, being grabbed from behind and tied up naked.”
“You’re just making me harder.”
“I know.” Karen giggled.
I hugged her tightly, and then gently and slowly untied her. She dressed in front of me, kissed me softly, her arms around my neck. “There are two more nights in the conference. I want to do this again,” she murmured.
“Me, too.”
“And after the conference.”
“Absolutely.”
And we did.
END
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