This is a true story. It doesn’t have some of the impressive details of some stories posted but never the less all is as true as I can recount.
About me. I’m a middle aged guy who females fortunately don’t seem to find too ugly. I have been into tying lingeried and high heeled females of virtually any legal age since I can remember. I have always had a particular preference for the 27 – 45 year range and these females are relatively experienced and know what they want. I have tried to dissect, research, examine and search out why this is a part of what I find incredibly attractive but have never come up with a reasonable answer and so have just run with it.
Now I have been a very lucky guy when it comes to getting females to allow me to tie them up. The vast majority of these were sexually related. But I always knew that these females that were so trusting were only ever doing this as a favour for me.
I had never tightly tied, gagged and blindfolded a female who was into it as much as I was.
I was keen to change this, but of course how? In reality any female who would consider allowing a total stranger to put her into such a helpless position would not be too wise at all.
Living in Sydney Australia, I looked for related and dedicated local websites to at least have related discussions with like minded females with a possible option for more. Even though the results were not encouraging, I eventually came across a particular site that seemed as close as it was going to get to what I was interested in. I placed an ad about myself and interests and waited. I have to admit the response wasn’t encouraging but as there really wasn’t any other options (as literally visiting known clubs was not an option as my bondage side is known only to myself and confidentiality is everything to me and I’d like to keep it that way with the people I associate with) I simply waited. Slowly but surely the odd response crept in but none seemed even remotely close to what I was after, even on a chat only level.
Then Karen (obviously not her real name) responded.
It was really obvious right from the start that we were on a very similar level regarding bondage and it was great to finally chat with someone who seemed to have such similar idea’s about what they were into. We had many an email conversation delving into what was important to each other’s scenario to make it special. We finally came to the conclusion that she simply wanted to be very tightly bound, gagged and blindfolded for a set period of 2 hours. In that time I was permitted to do anything sexually I wanted to her excluding intercourse. The more teasing and non orgasming the better. Mine was I requested her to dress in the highest stiletto’s she owned, with sheer skin coloured stockings, black suspenders, black bra and panties, a black silky lacy full slip and elbow length black opera gloves. I would then very tighly tie her wrists behind her back, her elbows as close as they would go together, her knees and ankles together and then place her in a very strict hogtie. Add a scarf blindfold and gag and all was complete.
More email conversation’s followed discussing our advised preferences which I have to admit were an amazing turn on. But these were just emails. I really wanted to suggest a possible meeting but decided against it as it wasn’t me that had to make an unenviable decision to put all trust into some strangers hands.
It was probably around about 3 months of emailing that Karen finally hinted to meeting for a drink only. I was estatic that she at least had trusted me as far as to meet face to face. I carefully went along with her hint as the last thing I wanted to do was scare here away with over pressuring.
But the night was finally organised at one of the quieter pubs in the North Sydney area where I lived.
I sat there, almost shaking awaiting for her to arrive. I advised I what I would be wearing and she did the same.
And then she was there!
Now I would like to advise anyone reading this that she was an absolute beauty but that was not the case. She was approximately 32 (that I already knew), slightly to mediumly overweight, medium height, shorter darkish type red hair and though I thought she may have worn some of the outfit I had advised in our previous conversations, she was relatively conservatively dressed.
So we drank and talked. For about 3 hours if I recall correctly. We discussed all manner of our email conversations face to face and I remember her getting more attractive by the minute. And then it was time to say goodnight. Again I was so careful not to be making unsubtle suggestions too early as although I knew I certainly would never bring her any harm, how could she know this considering what we were discussing and the helpless and vunerable situation she would be placing herself into.
So it was back to the emails again for around a month before the faithful email arrived. Again, I remember virtually shaking when I read it. Karen was proposing we meet and make all that had been discussed a reality and wanted my opinion. It’s funny really. When you resign yourself to the fact that something will probably never happen and then all of a sudden it's there on the table how you react. I actually can’t describe the feeling. I responded with huge thanks for placing her trust in me and on the condition she didn’t have a change of mind, all was good. Karen advised she was fine with all this happening at my place and a time was arranged. Obviously time went very very slowly for me waiting for that night to arrive. But arrive it did. Karen again arrived in a conservative outfit but was carrying a rather large carry bag. We went upstairs and started with a couple of wines. I went to great lengths to try and make her comfortable as possible as she was obviously very nervous at what she had agreed to. I advised her that if she wanted to pull out of this at any stage or make this another drinks night only it was fine with me. Thank goodness she didn’t want to. Large quantities of alcohol don’t mix with what we were proposing to do so after the second glass I suggested it may be a good time for her to change. She looked at me, kind of smiled, picked up her bag and asked where the bathroom was. While Karen was changing I made sure that everything I had pre prepared was ready.
After about 20 minutes which seemed like an eternity she came out of the bathroom. And she looked absolutely amazing! She had obviously gone to a considerable amount of trouble. Her black stiletto’s were so different to what I had seen her wear previously. They were amazingly high and stylish. Her stockings were expensive, shear and the colour that you actually have to look twice to see if they were actually being worn. The full slip was like an old fashion one where it was very silky and there was stylish lace around the edges and hem. The slip was also slightly see though and the black bra, panties and suspenders could be seen underneath. The black elbow silky opera gloves completed and incredible picture. She had also done her makeup and hair. I just couldn’t believe what I was looking at. She simply could not have succeeded any more regarding what I had requested if she tried. I remember thinking that if Karen changed her mind at that point, I had still won out big time just seeing her like that. But after my raving compliments she asked “Where do you want me?”.
I led her into the bedroom where I had prepared everything and she turned to look at me when she saw all the rope neatly laid out, two scarves… and an egg vibrator with a lead and remote control, ice, and a large feather. I said “Hey, you said lots of teasing with pretty much anything except intercourse”. She seemed quite pleased with all of this. So after a final conversation regarding agreed safe noises she would make through her gag if she really needed out at any stage and a final option of anything she might like to change (including pulling out of all this) it was time to begin.
I turned her so her back was to me and grabbed the first piece of rope. I tightly but neatly bound her wrists behind her back. I just remember thinking that I couldn’t believe I was doing this. The next was to gag and blindfold her. I wanted it to be as tight as possible but not majorly uncomfortable. Karens elbows were next and they went within about 12-14 of each other. I tightly tied these together and then to her back by rope running around her chest just under her breasts. I ensured that I cinched everything up as tightly as I could without creating extreme discomfort. After all, I wanted my full 2 hours worth that Karen advised that she should only be released from if she really was aggressive about being untied. Otherwise tightly tied she would stay. Now it was time for her ankles and knees and when I helped her turn around and sat her on the edge of the bed, again I couldn’t believe how unbelievable she looked. God it was a turn on to tightly bind and cinch those stockinged knee’s and ankles.
Now maybe it’s me but I believe that most bondage enthusiests that are into hogties would find tying that final hogtie between bound ankles and wrists as the most enjoyable. I carefully laid Karen back onto the bed, shuffled and slid her to the middle and rolled her onto her stomach. I grabbed the last piece of rope and with trembling hands doubled the rope, threaded it through her bound ankles, passed it back through itself, took up the slack, passed it down between her bound wrists and back between her bound ankles and slowly started to tighten the hog tie. I watched Karen carefully for reaction and kept tightening. When her ankles were about 6 inches fron her gloved fingers she seemed to give a little grunt and I took this and enough and tied off the rope at the front of her bound ankles so the knot was out of reach.
It was done. I stepped back and looked at possibly the most beautiful thing I had seen in a long time. I told Karen this, reiterating that she had absolutely nothing to worry about as I would not harm a hair on her head and would untie her at any stage if she wanted.
Then I just stepped back and again admired what was on my bed. This fully silkily lingeried girl, tightly bound gagged, blindfolded and hogtied. She was so helpless and vunerable.
A number of thoughts shot through my mind. Why was this so different from previous girls I had tied? Why was I more turned on than ever before? It wasn’t long for the answer to arrive. Because it wasn’t a favour like the other girls. This girl wanted to be exactly where she currently was. She was into it as much as I was. It really made all the difference.
After I was done with my admiring, I whispered one final question in her ear.
“Just confirming anything, anything except intercourse?” She paused and nodded yes.
My clothes were off in an instant. I rolled Karen onto her side and grabbed the egg vibrator and after a little bit of effort (considering her knees were bound and there were panties and garter belts to get past) I placed it where I thought was the optimum spot between her thighs. Karen was absolutely soaking wet. She later told me that the most foolish thing she could ever have done was allow a virtual stranger to place her in the predicament she was in, but this uncertainty, this nervousness and the potential danger was such a turn on. She explained as far as she as aware no one literally wanted to be hurt or abused, but the unknown thoughts and fears regarding allowing one’s self to be placed in the extremely vunerable position she was in was such a turn on for her.
I gave the vibrator an instant hit at full power. The reaction was priceless. I turned it off straight away and laid the remote out of Karens reach and rolled her back onto her stomach.
I began kissing and caressing every part of Karens body using not just my mouth and hands but pretty much all of my body as well. It was an absolute challenge in self control to keep control of myself. It was the most amazing feeling to have my body moving against this bound lingeried girl who had allowed herself to be placed in this predicament and I had to slow or stop quite a few times for obvious reasons.. .
When I was done with this type of body rub, I picked up the feather and in the most sensual way I could started brushing the feather over all parts of Karens body. The best reactions were always where the feather brushed over silk which then gave away to skin such as the tops of Karens gloves, the bottom of her slip onto stockinged thigh, the top of her slip onto her neck, etc.
When I was done with this, I then picked up a large piece of ice and also the vibrator remote. I placed the remote into one of Karens bound wrists and explained to Karen that she was under no circumstances to allow herself to come or 2 hours would turn into 4 hours whether she liked it or not (not too sure I would have carried this one through though but I thought it added to the atmosphere. Karen also later advised that it took some work to operate the vibrator switch with her gloved hand which was actually going a little tingly due to the ropes but she was very determined to succeed). Also I advised that if I had to stop her from coming I would take the remote away from her from the rest of the remaining 2 hours and only use it when I saw fit. However she could use the vibrator on herself as much as she wished.
But no coming…
(Karen also told me being bound and hogtied on her stomach and having her weight on the positioned vibrator really accentuated the vibrations which were maddening to her). I started work with the ice on all exposed skin at first and started onto her stockinged shins and calves. There is just something about droplets of water on sheer stockinged legs. All this time Karen was manipulating the vibrator on and off, fast and slow. I was watching carefully that she didn’t get too carried away. At the stage where the ice reached the top of her stockinged thighs and turned into skin, it seemed like she was nearing the point of no return and not turning the vibrator down or off so I had to grab the remote out of her gloved hand and switch it off. This definitely brought a substantial grown of protest. The vibrator was left off for a fair while after that.
Thinking back I still can’t believe how fast time went and that 2 hours was nearing its completion was too soon for my liking. But I had agreed to release Karen after this period and so with not much time left I decided Karen deserved a well earned release. I laid her back on her side (and the grunt she gave was telling me she was getting a little uncomfortable) and I decided to use my tongue in the best way I could coupled with the assistance of the vibrator. I was amazed that as I lifted her slip she was even wetter than before and her panties and some of her slip were wet as well. I grabbed the remote with one hand and with the other peeled her wet panties back. Karens breathing became much stronger at the propersition of what was about to happen and she let out a grown as my tongue searched it’s way past her bound wet thighs and found it’s mark. Coupled with use of the vibrator it took almost no time at all for Karen to shudder violently under the effects of her orgasm.
Once she calmed down I asked if she wished to remain bound for a little longer and she shook her head no. That was a shame because I had never been given a blowjob by a hogtied girl before (though we would do this at a later date) but I had agreed that 2 hours was the max and it was time to untie her. As I untied each part of her, she let out moans to have limb after limb released and the ability to stretch came back. After she was totally untied and the use of her limbs were back again, we pretty much relaxed with her still in her full outfit and discussed the experience. I told her it was he most amazing bondage experience I had ever been involved in and she seemed to agree with these sentiments for herself as well. Her reactions while she was bound and I was doing the things I did to her really seemed to confirm this. Oh, and the wetness was a slight give away! One thing she said that really shattered me was “I really want to thankyou for honouring the no intercourse agreement though I kind of wished you didn’t…”
I just looked at her and said “Thankyou very much for sharing that but next time just keep that sort of information to yourself…”
I would kind of like to say that Karen stayed that night but after about 2 hours of discussion she left. I would also like to say that she got me off before she left but that didn’t happen either. But that was just fine with me. It truly was an amazing experience.
Karen and I continued to see each other for similar experiences for around the next year on and off. She had her life and I had mine and we shared some amazing bondage episodes together. We got into some amazing situations and I always remembered her words that first night advising “ I wish you would have disregarded the no intercourse agreement” and I so took full advantage of that one when I could. This seemed to really get Karen going more than anything else.
But as time went on we saw each other less and less and all of a sudden she was engaged which rightly shut everything down for good.
I’ll always remember Karen for pretty much being the only girl who I ever tightly tied up who was into it as much as I was. And I’ll always remember that first night with her.
Who know’s, maybe there will be another Karen sometime…
But in the meantime, if you end up reading this "Karen" it was really special, It'll be a night I'll always remember and who knows what the future holds...
Cam.
04.09.10