I'll aim to keep this as accurate as possible with no embellishments because I think they are always the best to read. I have changed names and the location but otherwise all information is as accurate to the experience as possible. This is the first time I've ever told anyone about this and I've tried to be as detailed as possible whilst conveying my emotional response to everything that happened, so apologies in advance if it's too long, not as fluid, or not as interesting as other stories.
By way of background, I'm English, male and I was 26 years old at the time this happened in 2022. I am 6'1, dark brown hair, blue eyes, keep fit, and, conscious this will make me sound arrogant, I would consider myself quite good looking. You're probably rolling your eyes at that but I may as well be up front about it, I've had a good track record of being with attractive women since my teenage years and get compliments on my looks fairly often so I think I can safely say I'm an attractive man.
Like many people here, I have also always had an interest in bondage and domination, in particular being in control and having command in sexual encounters. I've had this ever since I was a young boy and used to love watching TV and seeing shows where there would be a damsel in distress. It would fascinate me and I'd daydream about coming to the rescue to untie a kidnapped woman, and also at times being the villain and tying a woman up. I honestly don't know where it started from so I presume it's just engrained in me. I've kept this hidden from others my whole life as I expect most people do.
I have had other bondage experiences and this wasn't my first time, but I've chosen to write about this one because I still reflect on it due to how arousing it was - it is one of my favourite sexual moments in part because of how it ticked so many of my sexual preference boxes. I may write about those other bondage experiences, not all of them sexual, if people are interested in hearing more after this story.
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I was living in Manchester at the time working for a large insurance firm handling customer claims. It was fairly easy white collar work and I'd spend a good chunk of my down time talking with colleagues. One in particular, called Millie, had caught my attention. She was 24 at the time and worked on the next bank of desks over from me. Millie was from Hertfordshire originally and had the middle-upper class English accent that goes with that area. She had stayed in Manchester after university and found work at the same company as me through their grad scheme. She was on the shorter side, probably about 5'3, but slim, with straight brown hair swept to one side, green eyes, pale skin, a nose that sloped cutely upwards, a wicked smile and, if I'm being blunt, perfect breasts. Her bra size was 30E for reference.
I'll also be open and say that one of the things that drew me to Millie over other women is that she insisted on wearing skirts, tights and heels or ballet shoes in the office. This look drives me wild and she would adhere to it five days a week. Occasionally she would kick off her shoes when sat at a desk in front of me which was always a treat - I couldn't get enough of seeing her swivelling in her chair with her stockinged legs tucked underneath her, or watching her pad over to the printer with her nylon feet. She used to wear a silver anklet around her left ankle too. It was attractive to watch, she had nice legs, a good figure, and a very pretty face - so I started to get a strong crush on her unsurprisingly.
To my pleasant surprise she slid into my DMs one night after work when I'd left my phone charger at my desk to let me know she had it. We chatted from there and got to know each other better - and the flirting continued over text and (more discretely) in the office.
The tipping point happened when we went for drinks at the local pub the next week after work with some others from the department. I was sat across from her but she didn't really look at me or talk to me which confused me a little. After 30 minutes or so of being blanked, I felt something rub against my leg under the table. Pretending to check my phone by moving it to my lap discretely, I could see it was her nyloned foot and ankle gently brushing up and down my calf, so subtly that you could have believed it was inadvertent. My heart stopped in that moment.I remember clearly the detail of the white nail polish on her toes showing through the reinforced black toe of her tights as her foot stroked my leg softly. She showed no signs of intent and didn't look at me once but her foot stayed where it was all evening. I can't tell you how incredibly turned on I was by that and to this day I still don't know how she knew that would be such an effective way to get my attention. But it did.
As everyone was leaving, I bee-lined to her and sparked up some weak and forced conversation. She didn't seem to mind and she told the others we were walking to the bus stop nearby and carried on chatting to me as we left. Ten minutes later we were intensely making out in the rain on a bench down a side street. Not the most romantic setting but it worked for us.
That night it ended at making out as I genuinely had to catch the last bus (I paid for her taxi back) but we arranged to see each other again for dinner the next week. That went well and we kissed again that night. The next weekend my flatmate was away seeing his parents so I invited Millie over on Friday evening after work for a home-cooked meal and a trip to the cinema if she fancied it. She accepted and then, and this turns me on just thinking about it now, she texted me to say "and don't forget to wear your best tie to work today
". I didn't want to read too much into it so I joked around about her liking my adherence to formal corporate attire at all times. She just did the "
" emoji by response (I've still got the WhatsApp messages as a nice memento).Fast forward to that evening and I'm in something of a sexual frenzy for want of a better word. I literally had blue balls thinking about her coming over and didn't do a scrap of work all day as it was utterly impossible to focus. We left together discretely and took the bus back to my flat. She was wearing a tight black skirt with a satin cream coloured shirt tucked into it and, of course, this was paired with black semi-opaque tights (maybe 20-30 denier) and a pair of black heels. Jackpot. She looked so good I couldn't take my eyes off her.
In a truly ungentlemanly fashion, I gave her the grand tour of the flat that ended entirely coincidentally with the bedroom. She kicked off her heels and jumped into bed to see if it was comfy. I suggested it was comfier with company. Moments later we were making out under the covers. Her hands were in my boxers and mine were in her panties and we were getting down to business.
As we were lying next to each other rapidly removing clothes and fondling each other the thought popped into my mind to ask why she wanted me to wear my tie today. She replied that it was because "She liked seeing me so smart" and I replied with "Oh so is that the only reason?" to which she said something like "Well, ties do have other uses you know... ". I remember that moment so clearly because, and sorry if this is TMI, I almost came.
Controlling myself I slowed things down and knew what I had to do. I straddled her and didn't say another word in response. I remember her breathing so heavily looking up at me. I kissed her neck and touched her area for a few moments, rubbing her clit through the fabric of her panties and tights. She was intensely wet, quite literally soaking through her panties which was a pleasant surprise, and she started moaning softly then, pushing her pelvis up into me. I kissed her on the mouth and whilst doing so brought her hands up above her head. I took my tie off and wrapped it slowly around her wrists, which I'd crossed, then I cinched it with a knot that I pulled fast to secure her wrists. Meanwhile she was pushing her pelvis against me, rubbing it against my thigh and arching her back on the bed. I now took the loose part of the tie and pulled it towards the wooden bed head, wrapping it through the spokes and tying it off. There wasn't much space between her crossed bound wrists and the bed head. She struggled against it for a moment but it was no use, she was tied too tightly and was at my mercy.
I pulled back the duvet and inspected her body. Perfect breasts nestled in a light pink bra. A flat abdomen with her tights still pulled up to her belly button. A pair of pink panties over her hips with a large damp spot on them visible through the nylon. Shapely legs still clad in tights. My hand stroked between her legs and she was writhing and moaning in response. It was an incredible sight and so arousing. I released the catch on her bra and looked at her perfect rack. I sucked on her small pink nipples whilst rubbing her clit. She smelled divine and I drink her scent in whilst working her erect nipples with my tongue. After a few minutes I made my way down her body, pulled down her tights and panties, and went down on her until she came.
Turns out she makes a racket when brought to orgasm. She was hollering and moaning at full throttle. Straining against her bonds to the point I could hear the wood creaking on the bed head. Acting on impulse I balled up her panties and, making my way up towards her face, kissed her deeply. This quietened her down a little. Then pulling away from the kiss, I pushed her balled-up panties deep into her open mouth
She acts outraged by this and mphhffs at me in annoyance, pouting at me and her cheeks going pink. I think maybe I've overstepped a little, but then she lifts her head up off the pillow and kisses me hard with her panties still in her mouth. I can feel her tongue pushing the fabric into my mouth. I can taste her on the fabric and using my tongue I push the panties back into her mouth. I almost came again in that moment.
At this point my horniness is just too great and I find a a condom, pull it on, and slide inside her. She's still neatly tied to the bed head and moaning away through the pink panties stuffed in her mouth. I kiss her deeply and again taste her panties with my tongue. She moans even louder. She strains again against her bondage but is still helplessly tied to the bed. She wraps her legs around my waist instead whilst I fuck her deeper. It is the most incredible sex I've ever had and unsurprisingly it's over in about two minutes. I didn't stand a chance.
In that moment I acutely remember wishing that I'd perhaps maximised this opportunity by tying her ankles and spreading her legs with her tights, or gagged her more thoroughly, but I didn't want to completely let on that I was a bondage obsessed dominant right away in case she found it weird.
Fortunately for me, and clearly the clues were there, she was very much into that. There were occasions later on (though not as many as I liked as sadly we had to break up after a few months due to her having to head back to Herts to be with family) where I was able to use her tights to enhance our sexual experiences - including hooding her with them, using them as a gag, and hogtying her too. The ties also made a few reappearances as she was always keen on their involvement. So many happy memories.
Anyway that's the end of that particular experience. After I came I untied her and removed her gag. I asked her if she was okay and she laughed and said she was better than okay. We joked around about her hiding her kinkyness well behind her professional image. She said she fantasised about me fucking her in the break room at work and has been desperate for us to make out since she met me, but that I don't pick up on signals very well lol. We snuggled and watched films for the rest of the night and had vanilla sex twice more before she left in the morning. It was the perfect way to start a relationship and often I think about what might have been with Millie.
I hope you enjoyed this. As I said above this is all true, I really haven't embellished any details, and I consider it particularly accurate as it was so memorable for me and happened only three years ago. Let me know if you want to hear more as I'm happy to share and enjoyed writing this.
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