Chapter 1 Introduction
Kyle was a good looking forty two year old, and had lost his wife two years earlier. Now, after the initial grief, he was venturing out into the dating world once again; only things were slightly different this time. Apart from being nearly twenty years since he had done this sort of thing, he had now decided he wanted a certain type of partner. That was one who also indulged in his passion for bondage.
Although his wife had gone along with this interest in bondage and let him tie her up, it wasn’t the same as participating with someone who craves the domination. He always had that distant hope that she would develop a liking for it, but it never materialised. He had always been extremely grateful for her participation in something that at best she was indifferent to or more likely just went along with to please him. But knowing this left him with feelings of guilt that out-weighed the pleasure gained from their occasional bondage sessions.
Consequently, his new girlfriend or partner should also crave this participation in a bondage lifestyle.
Chapter 2 The meeting
Kyle had located, via the internet, a meeting at a local-ish pub of a bondage group. So he had made his mind up to go along with the intention of meeting someone of that persuasion. He was apprehensive to say the least, not just at the thought of entering a room full of strangers, but would they be his age, would they be mainly men, would they all be experienced in these sorts of meetings? Not only that, would whoever he met want him for who he was and or for what he was. So, all these thoughts had been going through his mind as he drove to the meeting.
Pulling into the car park ten minutes before the start time he was surprised to find there were just two adjacent spaces left, over in the far corner. He drove over to the two spaces and was just about to reverse into one when a sports car sped into the car park and stopped just short of the space he was going to reverse into. The attractive woman in the sports car beckoned him into the parking space before driving into the last remaining space; such that their driver’s doors were next to each other.
Consequently, as Kyle got out of his car and stood up he could not but help notice the way the woman’s skirt had ridden up in the low seated position of her sports car revealing her stocking tops. With the image still lodged in his mind he walked to the front of his car and stood there looking for a sign of some kind indicating where the meeting was. He was not sure what he was expecting to see, ‘Bondage Pervs – this way’ flashed through his mind as he still felt unsure of himself, but he needed to do this if was going to fulfil his desire.
Walking on a few steps he was aware the attractive looking woman, who was now out of her car was also standing looking somewhat lost. They both wandered around to the front of the pub to the main entrance and Kyle held the door open for the late thirty something woman to enter; taking a look at her figure as she passed by with “Thank you”.
They then both stood just inside the door still looking for signs to the meeting. Kyle building up his courage said, “Are you here for the meeting?”
The woman taken a back somewhat replied, “Errr no, well sort of”
“I’ll take that as a yes then” Kyle said with a smile “A first timer like me I imagine”.
“Well, yes” she replied.
“How about just getting a drink and sitting over there” Kyle suggested pointing to a table “and watch how things progress before we take the plunge?”
“Errr, Ok” she said, realising she had just agree to sit and have a drink with a perfect stranger while her attention was elsewhere. However he appeared nice enough and the place was full of people so nothing was going to happen.
“Oh, I’m Kyle by the way”.
“Jodie”.
“Pleased to meet you Jodie, what would like to drink?”
They got their drinks and sat down at a table that allowed a good view of most of the bar area. Both scanning the area they concentrated their attention on the two or three groups mingling by the bar, but none showed any sign of being anything than people meeting and having a drink.
“It’s not easy to tell who’s who is it “. Kyle commented, “It would be a bit embarrassing to wander up to the wrong group and ask – Are you into bondage”.
Kyle then suddenly went red as he thought ‘ Oh hell there might be more than one meeting here, she might be at a completely different meeting’.
But his fears were unfounded as she replied, “Oh yes, I would just want the floor to just swallow me up”.
Kyle continued, “But I suppose they could all be part of the group, it’s just not that easy to tell without mingling with them”.
“I thought I was ready to meet people but now I’m here I feel I need to build up a bit more courage” Jodie said.
“Well there is no hurry, well not as far as I am concerned”. Kyle replied.
So they sat there chatting and watching the crowd looking for signs of bondage lifestyle, but none really appeared. After twenty minutes or so of light conversation the topic of bondage finally came up. Jodie had obviously been thinking about the subject for a few minutes as the question was one that would normally be asked part way through a conversation, not as an opening line.
“Your wife or partner not into this sort of thing?... Oh I’m sorry that’s rather personal. It’s just that is what was going through my mind. I’m making this worse aren’t I. They say when in a hole stop digging. Just forget I said anything and I’ll just shut up.”
“No, it’s fine” Kyle replied. “She died a couple of years ago, but no she wasn’t”
“Oh, I’m sorry” Jodie apologised.
“It’s not a problem; I’m over it now, hence my visit here. She used to participate and let me tie her up and have sex but I could always tell she was just doing it to please me. So I always felt guilty and I knew she wouldn’t object unless I went over the top. Consequently, we only did it now and again.” Kyle explained.
“That’s a shame” Jodie replied, “But I know exactly how you felt. I’ve been divorced about eighteen months. My husband couldn’t appreciate my need to be dominated and although it wasn’t the only reason for the break up, it was a major factor”.
“There seems to be an awful lot of people leaving” Kyle said rather breaking up Jodie’s flow. “Do you think we are a little earlier?”
“Maybe” Jodie replied a little put out.
“Well I was wondering if you would like to get something to eat, in the restaurant on the other side of the bar. Then we could continue this conversation.”
“Yes, Ok.” Jodie replied now realising she wasn’t being given the brush off.
Chapter 3 The meal
Moving around to the restaurant they took a table in one of the dimly lit booths.
“Sorry about that” Kyle said once they had sat down, “I rather cut you off mid story in there, you had just explained about your divorce.”
“Oh, yes Tom, that was my husband,” Jodie continued taking a large gulp of her drink; perhaps to gain courage. “Didn’t get the bondage and domination thing at all. When I asked him to tie me up he just got a couple of scarves and gently tied my wrists in front of me. Not really what I wanted.”
Jodie took another gulp of her drink. “So I took things a step further. I had bought myself a proper boned corset, made to measure, jet black it’s beautiful. Anyway so I dressed in my new corset, it took ages to get it laced tightly, and then seamed black stockings, black 5” heeled shoes with a strap that buckled around my ankle. I was getting really turned on at this stage.”
Kyle sat there mesmerised trying to visualise Jodie in her corset and seamed stockings.
“I lay on the bed and tied my ankles together with some nice white rope I bought from the local DIY store. It was such a contrast to the black stockings I didn’t know if I could hold on for Tom to arrive. Anyway I then made a big-ish loop from more rope and then doubling it a couple of times I put my hands behind my back and wriggled my wrists through the loops so I was sort of tied up.”
“This sounds absolutely marvellous” Kyle drooled.
“So I then called Tom up to the bedroom for something special.” Jodie explained.
“And” Kyle said, having difficulty containing himself.
“He came in and said You look extremely sexy! So I thought things might be looking up but as he started kissing me he also started untying me!” Jodie said in a disappointed tone.
“Oh what a downer. It all sounded so good up until then.” Kyle commented. “Did it ever improve? I always hoped Mandy, my wife, would grow to like it but it never happened.”
“Well, once it did.” Jodie said with a smile. “I had bought a bright red ball gag, and having dressed in my corset, again with seamed black stockings and 5”heels, I asked Tom if he would tie me and gag me.”
“And did he?” Kyle enquired hoping the story would develop.
“Yes and it did improve but not quite in the way I expected.” Jodie continued. “I said I wanted to be hogtied, so after explaining what that was; Tom proceeded to tie me up. Firstly he tied my ankles together with the white rope and then my wrist together behind my back with more rope. Finally, using a loose end of the wrist rope he tied it to my ankles, even though there were another four or five lengths on the floor.”
“So you got here at last Jodie!”
“No, there must have been a couple of feet of rope between my wrists and ankles, plus it was all loose. I pulled one wrist out almost immediately! So I really lost it, telling him he was useless and couldn’t tie a Christmas parcel!”
“Oh so how did he react to that? Did he storm out?” Kyle asked.
“Well yes, but not immediately. He said I always had a big mouth and picked up the ball gag and thrust in my mouth. I tried to fight him off but one wrist was still tied, so he put a knee on the free arm while he buckled the ball gag really tight. Then he pulled both my wrists together, palm to palm, and retied them but much tighter. He told me he was a really good Boy Scout, as he wound a few loops around them, and then cinched them in the middle. Then he did the same with my ankles.”
Jodie swallowed the last of her drink as Kyle indicated to the waiter to bring two more drinks.
“I thought he was leaving the room but he bent down and picked up more rope and came back and wound a rope around my legs above the knee. After a few turns he cinched it, then he began winding rope around my arms just above the elbow. This I was not expecting and he pulled it tighter and tighter until my elbows were almost touching.”
The waiter approached with the drinks causing Jodie to pause and her cheeks turned slightly red.
“By this time my mind was whirling with his actions and my anger” Jodie continued, “and also because I was becoming extremely turned on. He then said ‘Improving am I?’ in an angry voice before taking another length of rope pulling the rope around my ankles up as far as the rope around my wrists and tying it off leaving me in a stricter hogtie than I had ever imagined.”
Kyle sat there wide eyed “Wow, that sounds amazing!”
“Well, he wasn’t quite finished, and I don’t know where he learnt this one but he braided a rope into my hair and pulled it back to my wrists and ankles pulling my head back. Then, and this part really did for me, he took a couple of pillows and put one each side of me so I couldn’t roll over on to my side. I was stuck laying on my stomach in a strict hogtie with my back arched and my head pulled back!”
“Then what” Kyle asked excitedly imagining Jodie with her head severely pulled back by virgin white rope braided into her long jet black hair.
“He said ‘See how you like that’ and stormed out slamming the door. Jodie said, “He must have thought it was a sort of punishment, but I was in heaven, even though it hurt a bit.”
“How long did he leave you Jodie?”
“Not long enough! I squirmed a bit and managed one orgasm but I was just building up to a second when he back came in, in a terrible state saying how sorry and cruel he had been and he untied me. I was really confused, I felt sorry for what I had said and how he must now be feeling, but it was so nice and I was so close to the second of what could have been a few more orgasms!”
“So you never got to repeat the situation?” Kyle enquired.
“No that was the beginning of the end. I knew I could never ask him to participate again, so the corset, ropes and ball gag are all still in my bottom draw. Anyway, hadn’t we better order this meal” Jodie said taking another sip of her drink.
They ordered the meal and continued chatting until it came. When they main course had been cleared away Kyle, having built up sufficient courage said, “I don’t think I want to go back into the other side of the bar and meet the group.”
Jodie looked a little disappointed.
“This is because” Kyle continued, “I’ve found someone already.”
Jodie now looked a little confused.
“That’s you Jodie; I just wish I’d met someone like you years ago.” Kyle disclosed.
Jodie taken aback paused and looking thoughtful said “Yes, I can’t see any point meeting the group as I feel comfortable with you and I also want to take this further.”
The sweets arrived and they both sat silently eating a peach melba and a chocolate torte, while contemplating the last couple of sentences.
Once the sweets had been cleared Kyle said, “Of course you realise that there some rules you need to obey, and one of them starts now.”
“Oh, and that is?” Jodie asked.
“Ok, are you wearing knickers Jodie?”
“Of course, what sort of girl do you think I am?” Jodie said indignantly.
“Submissives are not allowed to wear knickers unless specifically instructed to do so, so you need to remove them.” Kyle instructed.
“Ok” Jodie replied with a cheeky smile, “I’ll just go and powder my nose.”
“NO!” Kyle said sharply, “remove them here please Jodie!”
“Here at the table?” Jodie said in astonishment.
“Here at the table” Kyle repeated.
Jodie was just starting to think perhaps Kyle wasn’t someone she wanted to take things further with when she realised that she was starting to become turned on. After all wasn’t this what she had been craving, being dominated, doing things that she didn’t always want to do. So after a few more seconds thought and a slightly increased state of arousal she agreed.
“Ok then,” Jodie said as she looked around to make sure there were no waiters coming her way and no one was looking.
“Hurry up Jodie, are you always going to be so disobedient.” Kyle said sternly.
Jodie started wriggle while hitching her skirt up, exposing her stocking tops and suspenders, not that Kyle could see as he was the other side of the table. Then she hooked her thumbs in either side of the top of her knickers and started to pull them down squirming and wiggling violently. She was wearing her favourite black lacy bikini style knickers, and these were by no means inexpensive.
After a few seconds Jodie had managed to get her knickers past her thighs and down to her knees. However this process had caused them to roll themselves up and pulling skirt back down she let the knickers fall to floor. She then bent down and slipping her feet out of her shoes and stepped out of the knickers.
She then sat back up as Kyle said, “Give them to me please.”
Jodie scrunched them up in her hand and passed them over the table to Kyle. But rather than just put them in his pocket Kyle first lifted them up and sniffed them smiling slightly he said, “I see your beginning to get aroused.”
The thought of Kyle sniffing her knickers and then being able to assess her state of arousal was embarrassing but also heightened her state of arousal. Then further to her dismay he laid the knickers on the place mat in front of him and began straightening them out in full view of everyone. Having straightened them out he turned them over front upper most and began carefully folding them. First he folded the left side to the middle, then the right to the middle, and then he folded the left side to the right, effectively folding them in half before picking them up and sliding them into the top pocket of his shirt. This left the crotch visible above the top of his pocket.
Jodie stared across the table at the attractive man with the damp crotch of her still warm knickers peeking out above his shirt pocket. This had the effect of increasing her arousal as she felt the top of her inner thighs becoming slightly damp. If this continued she thought I shall have a damp patch on the back of my skirt. This concerned her greatly and caused her to act before fully thinking through her plan. She needed to get up from the table fairly quickly, then before she realised, she said, “Shall we skip coffee here and have a leisurely cup back at my house?”
Kyle was slightly phased for a moment then said, “Sure” as he signalled to the waiter he wanted the bill while Jodie was wondering what the consequence of her hasty move was going to be.
Kyle looked at the bill and quickly tossed a few notes on the table that resulted in a generous tip; he didn’t want to wait for the change and risk Jodie changing her mind. He stood up and offered Jodie his hand to help her get up from the table before they made their way back to their cars.
Chapter 4 Submissive Position
Jodie explained her house was about ten minutes drive away and he should just follow her. They pulled out of the car park and went a couple of miles down the main road before turning off into the country. After a few more miles they turned into a tiny country lane and then about a mile down that into a gateway and up a longish drive to a large old style house. Jodie parked her car in front of a double garage and got out and locked the car. Kyle pulled up in front of the second garage and then followed her to the front door. Jodie opened the door and led Kyle up a couple of steps into a large hall with a staircase ascending on one side, putting her handbag and keys down on a side table.
“Ok, move to the middle of the hall and stand still” Kyle said.
Jodie a little confused did what she was asked.
“Now Jodie, remove your blouse.”
Jodie removed the beige coloured blouse as Kyle looked on paying particular attention to her breasts as she pulled her arms back to release them from the sleeves. Kyle walked towards her and held his hand out for the blouse.
“Now your bra”
Jodie was apprehensive about removing her clothes for a man that she had only just met but her state of arousal was such that she would do just about anything at the expectation of what might follow. Twisting her arms behind her back to release the bra hooks caused her to thrust forward her breasts, that once released from the frothy material jutted out firmly from her body. The erect nipples indicated that she was indeed aroused and as Jodie handed Kyle the bra he said, “Nice breasts Jodie you have obviously looked after your body, very pert and an ideal size and shape.”
“Now, your skirt please.”
Jodie reached to the back of the waist band, again thrusting her breasts out, as she released the black skirt and it dropped to the ground. Bending down and stepping out of it Kyle eyed her pert rounded bottom and also the movement of her breasts. Jodie stood up and held the skirt out for Kyle to take, which he did. Then he walked over to the side table and laid Jodie’s clothes on it.
Walking back towards her he instructed, “Now Jodie take note because you need to remember this position, it is your submissive position that you hold when not being instructed to do otherwise.”
Jodie nodded.
“Feet about two feet apart.” Jodie moved her feet to the required position.
“Then hands behind your head, fingers interlocked.” As Jodie raised her hands to behind her head her breasts lifted slightly and took a more prominent position.
“Fingers interlocked.” Kyle repeated and Jodie complied.
Kyle then walked around Jodie taking in the sight of this extremely attract woman stood to attention in only stockings, suspenders and high heels.
“Ummm, nice.” Kyle said as he cupped and lifted her left breast as though weighing it; this bringing a shiver and a sigh from Jodie. Then he slid his hand around her waist then down over her pert bottom, then walking around in front of her he slid his hand down between her legs.
Jodie inhaled sharply and sighed again as Kyle’s finger slid into her wet slit.
“Oh,” he said causing Jodie to frown. “Do you know what they call girls who are always wet?”
The question was rhetorical as before Jodie could answer Kyle said, “Sluts.... we call girls who are always wet sluts. And do you know what we do to sluts?”
Jodie realised there was no need to answer.
“We have to punish them!” Kyle said sternly.
“But...” Jodie said before being cut off mid sentence.
“Did I give you permission to speak?” Kyle barked.
“I didn’t...” Jodie stuttered as Kyle barked.
“I just told you, you need permission to talk and you did it again. Now go and retrieve you ball gag from your bottom draw.”
Jodie started towards the stairs and took her hands down from her head.
“Put those hands back behind your head” Kyle shouted.
Jodie complied and started to climb the stairs. She was aware Kyle’s eyes were watching her which only made her more conscious of her wiggling bottom as she ascended. Having retrieved the ball gag from her bottom draw she was then unsure what to do with it. He had already told her off for not keeping her hands behind her head, so would it be Ok to walk back down normally carrying the ball gag, or should she hold it in her hands behind her head. Then again should she put it on? He hadn’t told her to, so what should she do? She decided on a compromise, she put the ball in her mouth so she could carry it but not buckle it and leave the straps hanging; that way she would still have her hands behind her head and also carry the gag.
As she appeared at the top of the stairs Kyle’s eyes were already on her. She wiggled her way down the stairs and walked up to Kyle.
“Well done Jodie, now I think you’re learning. Now buckle the gag, nice and tight! If I think it’s too loose I will tighten it another couple of notches.”
So Jodie had to gag herself and tightly, tighter than she would have liked because if she did didn’t do it tight enough Kyle would do it still tighter. With it tightly buckled Jodie noticed Kyle had wandered off around the house, so not being told otherwise, she retook her pose in the centre of the hall with legs two feet apart and hands interlocked behind her head.
After a few minutes, in which Jodie felt her arousal turning into frustration, Kyle reappeared. “I think that cup of coffee would be nice now Jodie”.
So assuming she was supposed to make it she started off towards the kitchen. As she took her first step she almost released her interlocked hands, but luckily remembered and walked to the kitchen holding the pose. Arriving in the kitchen with Kyle in close proximity she decided that she would start preparing the coffee. So she released her hands and started assembling the items required. Kyle didn’t comment so she felt slightly easier and started preparing the coffee. When she looked around again Kyle had disappeared. With the coffee now ready and no sign of Kyle she resumed her submissive position in the middle of the kitchen.
This really started her thinking. How could she have ended up near naked except for heels, stockings and suspenders standing in the middle of her own kitchen with hands behind her head and breasts thrust out and a bright red ball gag in her mouth. However this minimal bondage was having its effect as she wanted to be further restrained or to have sex or ideally both.
After a couple of minutes of fantasising, she realised Kyle was expecting her to bring the coffee to him. So keeping her hands behind her head she started to see where he was. She spotted him making himself at home in the lounge, so she went back to the kitchen and put everything on a tray to carry into the lounge. But, she thought, How many cups? I am allowed a cup? If I put two he may think I am over stepping my position? Then she thought I’ve only been doing this half an hour and already he has me thinking like a slave, how can this be? However Jodie’s less submissive side came though and she added a cup for herself and carried the tray through and set it down on the coffee table in front of Kyle. She then stood up and resumed her submissive position.
Kyle gave her a stern look and said, “We have a visitor coming?”
Jodie shook her head.
“Then who is this cup for?” Kyle enquired.
Jodie answered from behind her gag “Mmmeee” and nodded.
“My, you’re a disobedient girl Jodie,” and with that stood up and walked over to Jodie and again slid his hand down between her open legs. “You are wetter than ever” he said pushing two fingers into her.
Jodie shut her eyes and her head tilted back as she groaned with pleasure.
“You are such a slut, I’m not sure what punishment to apply,” Kyle said as he moved his fingers in and out, but Jodie was lost in pleasure and hadn’t heard a word. The next thing she knew was the significantly moist fingers were under her nose and she smelt her own arousal.
“I shall have to give this some consideration” Kyle said thoughtfully.
Give what consideration Jodie thought? What is he talking about? Her thought train was interrupted as he said, “Pour the coffee please Jodie, and you may pour yourself one.”
Jodie poured the two coffees wondering when he would release her from the ball gag.
“Now come and sit next to me and I will remove your gag” Kyle instructed.
Jodie was now concerned that sitting next to Kyle she would leave a damp patch on her expensive sofa, however she was in no position to argue. She sat down and Kyle gently released her from the gag, it producing a ‘plooop’ sound as it was pulled out. Then Kyle kissed softly on the lips, causing her to almost grab him and pull him close for a real deep long kiss; but she managed to resist. This submissive role play was much harder than she had thought; previously she had always imagined the bondage restricted what you could do, but this was mainly physiological. She was really turned on but having to fight her own desires.
Kyle started to drink his coffee and talk about how nice her room was decorated and how nice the house was in general. In fact he was now almost a different person from the one that had been ordering her about earlier. Consequently her replies were normal and by the time they had finished the coffee she realised she had gradually been released from her submissive position back to normal life. This was confirmed when Kyle suggested she might be cold and perhaps she should go and get a dressing gown after she had taken the tray back to the kitchen.
So back in the kitchen with tray put down she made her way up to her bedroom without assuming the submissive position. As she reached the bottom of the stairs she saw Kyle looking at her though the open door and he made no comment, so she had read the situation correctly. A few minutes later she reappeared in her dressing gown and Kyle met her at the bottom of the stairs.
“Well I suppose I should go now Jodie, I have really enjoyed this evening.” Kyle said.
“Yes, me too” Jodie replied.
“How about I call around about 8pm tomorrow, we could progress things further?” Kyle suggested.
“I think that would be delightful Kyle”
“Very well Jodie, I will see you at 8 and I hope you will be suitably dressed.” Kyle said in a slightly sterner tone as he moved towards the door.
Jodie moved in front of him and opened the door to let him out and he gave her another light kiss on the lips as he exited. She closed the door then leant against it as she pondered on his last comment - I hope you will be suitably dressed.
What exactly did he mean, she thought she was released from her submissive role but now she would be thinking about that until he returned tomorrow. Was that his intention to keep him in her mind and have a sort of control over her when not even there!
The night was going to be a long one.
Iceni copyright 2008 © Iceni@live.co.uk
23.12.08
story continues in Submissive Position 2: Slutty Claudia
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