From fantasy to reallity (M/F)

[Silk_Scarf_Heaven]

Having read this forum for a few years now, here is my first contribution

Where do I start.

Since being a youngster, I was always interested in tying up games, which my friends and I always used to play. Watching old cowboy or spy tv series, there never seemed to be a week going by without someone being bound and gagged for some reason.
I don't know if it was because of what I saw on the tv programmes or the games we played but I always preferred using scarves rather than rope and no bound victims were finished until being gagged. We very rarely managed to tie someone up in a way that they couldn't escape, and I don't think we ever managed to apply a gag that couldn't be worked out of the mouth. Things which looked so simple on tv weren't that easy in real life.
As all my mates and I grew up we all moved on to different games and the tie ups gave way other games, soccer and cricket being the biggest new interests. I did, however, move on from all this with a love of silk scarves and gags. There was nothing sexual involved when we were kids, it was just extensions of cowboy games but as I matured seeing a bound and gagged woman on tv certainly brought a different reaction.

This leads us into an occasion that happened about thirty years ago. At the time I had been happily married for about eighteen years. Although my wife and I had tried a few different ideas in the bedroom one of the things she didn't like was bondage. We'd experimented with a few scenarios but she just couldn't get any excitement for it, in fact it proved to be more of a turn off for her rather than the opposite. Although not the ideal outcome, from my point of view, it wasn't something I thought I should press too much as the rest of our intimate relation was great, best not to spoil a good thing by being greedy.

One afternoon I bumped into Carol, an old girlfriend of mine, in a local coffee shop.
We hadn't seen each other for quite a few years, certainly not since I had been married. When we had been going out together, we got on very well but, for some reason, things just didn't work out and we both moved on, our split being very amicable.
It turned out that Carol was still single and still living with her parents but seemed quite happy and settled with her life. I don't know if this was by choice or if she just hadn't met the right guy yet.
Anyhow, we had a really good catch up over a couple of coffees and must have been chatting for well over an hour when she dropped a bombshell. I don't remember how the conversation was going at the time but she mentioned that she had always had a fantasy of being made love to whilst being tied up on a bed.

WHAT!!!
Where the hell did that come from? Gobsmacked doesn't cover what I was thinking.
Had I mentioned my past interests when we were together?
Had I let something slip about what I though was my big secret?
Was it possible that we both had the same fetish without realising?
One thing was certain, in that split second, I realised that this was, rightly or wrongly, a possible scenario that I could not ignore.

When our catch up finished, we each went our own way but kept in touch over the next couple of months with a couple more coffee breaks. During this time there was never any mention of sex and bondage, our conversations just being about our respective work and pastimes.
For me though there was now this elephant in the room which I knew I would have to address at some point. So, at another one of our catch ups, I referred back to what she had mentioned and, to cut a long story short, we ended up arranging a late afternoon liaison in a couple of weeks’ time when her parents were going away on holiday.

When the day arrived, I pulled up at her house and my heartrate must have been about 200.
Almost thirty-five years of fantasy were about to come to fruition. This being in the years before the internet, where ideas and methods can freely be investigated, meant that as I stepped into Carol's house, I didn't have a clue on what our next move would be, and as it turned out, neither did Carol.
So, my first question was "Do you want to be tied up on the bed or tied up to the bed?"
To the bed, came the reply.
At this point it would have been great if I'd thought about bringing some rope with me, but in fairness, I was as green as grass with what would be involved with any bondage scenario.
Thankfully Carol must have put a little bit more thought into it than I did because she opened her top bedside drawer and pulled out an absolute load of scarves. There were long ones, large squares and most were either silk or polyester. I'm sure I could have blown my load at that point if I hadn't tried my hardest to contain my excitement.
Carols bed didn't have an open headboard so there was nothing to tie any restraints to, it was however supported on a number of castors, one at each corner and the others in the middle.
As Carol was stripping off, I took two of her long scarves and tied them together. I then tied one end around one of the corner castors leaving a nice long length of scarf to tie one of her hands. I repeated this with the remaining three corners and within no time at all I had Carol secured to her bed, as she had requested. I didn't even know at the time that this was called a spreadeagle.
As I removed my clothes the look on Carols face was amazing as she was finally experiencing her fantasy, and I'm sure she knew how I felt by the size of my rejection.
I climbed onto the bed, kissed her for what seemed to be ages and marvelled at the experience of watching her straining at her restraints, unable to direct which way things would go.
It took a lot of effort, on my part, to contain my excitement as seeing this bound woman under my total control was so mind-blowing and I didn't think that I had ever had an errection so big, but it was about to get bigger.
After having teased Carol with the kisses and breast fondling, she was desperate for more, I think that being restrained and having no control drives that urge even more.
I leaned over, to her top drawer, and pulled out a large square silk scarf. I picked it particularly because it was a quite heavy silk material and seemed perfect for gagging. I folded the scarf diagonally into a long band and tied a knot in the centre. because of the thickness of the material the knot was quite large, but not too large.
Because of her position, Carol couldn't see what I was doing, and as we had never mentioned gagging in any of our coffee catch ups, I wasn't sure how she would react, but to be this far down the line I wasn't going to miss the opportunity to see what it was like.
I moved back on top of her and started to kiss her again. she was pushing up with her mouth and straining against her bound hands for the kisses to be harder but this time, as I pulled away, I slipped the scarf into place and pushed the knot between her teeth, fastening the ends of the scarf behind her neck.
Carol looked more startled than angry. She tried to say something but realised it was just a garbled noise that came out, and at that point she just seemed to relax and accept that her situation had become more helpless.
Needless to say, that by now I was finding it difficult to contain myself and this is when I finally finished off Carols fantasy and made love to her, although I am ashamed to say that I don't think that this part lasted as long as we both would have liked, but that was my fault.

We did have a couple more liaisons over the following months but, happily, Carol did find her Mr. Right and has been happily married ever since.

[Solarbeast]

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