Terri Asked to be Bound (M/F), part 2

[FrustratedBinder]

See part 1 of this serialized story here. In summary, Terri was fascinated with bondage and asked me to tie her up. We agreed to meet once a month, but she had set ground rules of what I could and coudn't do while she was tied.

I knew it would be difficult to top the experience Terri had the first time I tied her up. The combination of her initial bondage experience and the intense nipple orgasm would be hard to replicate. The ground rules remained the same: no touching her crotch while she was bound. I also knew I had to be gentle, building up to more intense bondage play gradually. I didn’t want to go too far. I’d often thought about what game I would play for her second experience.

When Terri arrived Saturday morning, she again carried a duffel bag with clothing and accessories. After some small talk and a cup of warm tea, she went back to the guest room to change out of her “street clothes” and put on her “play clothes.” She was wearing a black, smooth-cupped bra without underwire. She also wore silky black panties over sheer black pantyhose with a seam up the back of her legs, over a black thong.

"Since your first bondage experience was so intense, I’m not sure I can match that level. This time, I plan to tie you up and let you enjoy your helplessness with less interference."

Terri nodded. “I understand.”

“I will change your bondage a couple of times during this session. Is that okay?”

She nodded again.

“Is the gag okay again?”

“Yes,” she replied. “I am pretty sure I could have spit it out, but it really heightened my sense of helplessness and made the experience more enjoyable.”

“If you’re ready, then we’ll get started. Remember your safe word.”

I had arranged a collection of black leather straps of various lengths on the coffee table. I had her stand with her back to me. I used a short strap to bind her hands, palms together. I had her clasp her fingers, then used a few wraps of black electrical tape to immobilize her fingers. When she said it was comfortable, I continued. I wrapped a longer strap around her shoulders and chest above her breasts. A second strap went around her upper arms and under her breasts. This is why I had instructed her not to wear an underwire bra. I didn’t want this strap to cause discomfort from the underwire, since I anticipated her being bound like this for a couple of hours. I then wrapped another strap around her belly and her arms near her wrists. I did not attempt to cinch her elbows together. I didn’t want to cut off circulation or make her uncomfortable. The idea was to make her completely helpless but pain-free. The collection of straps immobilized her arms securely. I asked her to struggle a bit to test the bonds to make sure they were inescapable but not painful.

“Yes, this is wonderful,” she crooned.

I helped her sit on the edge of a chair so I could secure her legs. I wrapped leather straps around her ankles, calves, just below her knees, thighs, just above her knees, and mid-thigh. She was able to wiggle a little, but she clearly enjoyed the feeling of security and helplessness.

“Okay,” I said, helping her to her feet. “As I said last time, I don’t think you’ll feel completely bound until I do something to you that you don’t want.”

“I understand, but I am nervous about what you are going to do to me.” She smiled coquettishly at me.

I held up the black ball gag. “Okay?” I asked. She merely opened her mouth. I placed the gag in her mouth and then buckled it behind her neck under her ponytail.

While she wobbled a little, trying to get used to standing fully restrained, I moved the coffee table and other furniture to the edges of the family room. I took out a soft riding crop used for beginner bondage games. “Do you know what this is for?” I asked, slapping the crop against my open palm. Her eyes widened, and she shook her head frantically. I laughed. “You are now going to entertain me by hopping around the couch.”

“Huh?” she mumbled through the gag.

“Hop!” I gave her a playful swat on her fanny. She yelped. “Hop! Hop around the couch!” She made little hops around the couch. I have to admit, I was really enjoying watching her. Her not overly large, but nonetheless ample, bosom bounced pleasingly. She had a shapely figure, so I regretted having her wear the pantyhose. They encased her thighs and rear, reducing the jiggling as she hopped around the couch. She made one circuit around the sofa. I followed her closely to catch her in case she stumbled. By the time she made it back to her starting point, she was breathing hard and drooling around her gag. She stopped to catch her breath. I gave her another swat with the crop. “I didn’t tell you to stop!” She yelped again, growling something I didn’t understand but knew was quite unladylike around her gag. I swatted her thighs several times with the crop until she started hopping again. She was working harder on the second circuit, and her boobs bounced more. Every time she stopped to rest, I whacked her fanny and thighs. In all, she was forced to make six laps around the couch. She was gasping for air, and her skin glistened, when I let her stop. I wiped the drool and perspiration from between her boobs.

“Are you tired?” I asked in mock concern.

Terri nodded, casting pleading eyes at me.

“I guess you’ve earned a rest,” I chuckled. I lifted her in my arms and carried her to the sofa. I laid her on her stomach across my lap. I propped her head and shoulders on a pillow. I opened my Kindle and began to read a novel I was enjoying. The way I had her propped, her bosom hung between my thigh and the pillow supporting her shoulders, neck, and head so that they would not be crushed painfully, and she would be comfortable. I very much wanted to fondle her boobs in that position, but that was not part of this day’s plan. As I read, I absently caressed her fanny and thighs with one hand, enjoying the feel of her smooth flesh tightly encased in the nylon. After a few pages, her breathing began to return to normal. I set down the Kindle and removed the elastic band so that her blonde hair fell around her shoulders and face. I took the Kindle in the hand that had been caressing her butt and thighs, then used my free hand to stroke my fingers through her hair gently. I had read of women falling asleep while in bondage. That was what I was hoping to accomplish. I alternated my attention between her thighs, buttocks, and hair. After a few minutes, her breathing slowed, and I knew she had fallen asleep.

I let her doze for a few minutes before I rolled her over, stood, and cradled her in a classic Fay Wray damsel posture. Her eyes fluttered open as I carried her to a small hassock. I laid her stomach on the hassock and used several wraps of thick rope to hold her stomach to it firmly. I ran a few more loops of the thick rope behind her thighs and around the legs of the hassock, pinning her to the piece of furniture. The hassock was not quite as tall as her thighs, so tied as she was, her fanny stuck prominently and seductively in the air, just begging for attention.

“I have some chores to do, but I can’t have you sneaking away.” I gave her a swat on the fanny with my hand and left her tied to the hassock as I walked to the kitchen. I emptied the dishwasher, did some light dusting of the kitchen and family room, and otherwise occupied myself while watching her through the corner of my eye. She was wriggling in her bonds, trying half-heartedly to get free, moaning gently through her gag, and depositing a small pool of drool on my tile floor. As I went about my cleaning, I made a point of walking past her several times, each time fondling or swatting her exposed rear end.

After about forty-five minutes, I snuck up behind her. I wanted to try something in preparation for our next session. I positioned myself over her and tickled her sides. She exploded with high-pitched squeals and flailed her bound ankles like a fish on the dock. She struggled frantically against her bonds. I only did this for a few seconds; this was just a test. I still had the feather duster in my hands, so I attacked the soles of her bound feet. Again, I got the thrilling response I had hoped for. She was very ticklish!

I sat cross-legged in front of her and removed the gag. “Have you enjoyed our little game so far?” I asked.

“Yes,” Terri replied with a smile. “You make me feel helpless but safe. Does that make sense?”

“That is what I was hoping to achieve. Is everything okay? Is anything too tight? Going numb? Hurting?” It felt odd having a conversation with someone bound so completely.

“Everything is comfortable, but I am getting pretty wet. Are you going to let me cum?”

“That would be against the rules,” I teased. “I can’t touch you down there, and the nipple orgasm is reserved for special occasions .”

“Please,” she pleaded, “Don’t worry about the rules. I really need to cum.”

“That’s not in today’s plan,” I said, shoving the gag back in her mouth before she could protest.

Leaving her hands bound and her arms pinioned, I released her from the hassock and unstrapped her legs. After letting her walk around the room a bit to relax her legs, I had her kneel on the floor. I used two straps to fasten each ankle to the corresponding thigh, in what is often referred to as a “frog tie.” I held up a wand-style vibrator. “Yes!” she gurgled around the gag, nodding enthusiastically, “I need that.”

I winked at her. “I see that you know what this is, but by the rules, I can’t use this on you. I’m sorry.”

She growled things at me through her gag that I was grateful I couldn’t understand. I suspect she was telling me things about my ancestry that I never knew.

“Aww,” I teased, “You don’t really want to break the rules, do you?”

“Uh-huh,” she said, her eyes pleading with me.

“I’ll tell you what,” I said, “I can’t use this by the rules. But I can set it on the floor and let you wriggle over to it to try to help yourself.” I laid it on the ground. Then I produced a wide, soft blindfold with a hole for her hose to stick through. “If you can find it and position yourself on it, I think you can give yourself an orgasm, but I’m not going to make it easy for you. You’re going to have to find it somewhere in this room.” I flicked it on low. “Can you hear it?” She nodded. “There’s only one problem. The battery only lasts thirty minutes.” That was a lie; the battery life was much longer than that, but I had a plan to frustrate her. “You are going to have to find it, press your pussy against it, and get yourself off in that much time. Do you think you can do that?” She whined and tried to shrug.

I placed the vibrator on the tile floor several feet away. She immediately wriggled, bounced, and inched toward the sound, which was quite loud against the tile. I enjoyed watching her struggle. With great effort, she finally positioned it between her legs and lowered herself onto it like a chicken incubating an egg. She threw her head back and moaned loudly. I waited until she was near orgasm, then flicked the power off. She screamed angrily through the gag, and I think she said something unkind about my mother. “Oh,” I teased, while removing the blindfold, “I guess it ran out of power. I’m so sorry.” I then removed the gag.

“Please!” she screamed. “If you don’t let me cum, I am going to go mad.”

“Terri…”

“I want it now! Give it to me now!” She struggled so mightily against the straps that I thought she might hurt herself.

I answered, “I am going to have to leave you tied up until you calm down.”

“As long as you leave me tied up, I am not going to calm down! I need you to let me cum now, you bastard!”

“You’re being very unpleasant. I am just following your rules.”

“Rules be damned! Let me have an orgasm or untie me so that I can do it myself.”

“I don’t think so,” I replied, replacing the gag. “Rules are rules.” She let out a guttural, animalistic scream as she strained against her bonds.

Terry adds:

I enjoyed being tied for a couple of hours. As you know, I appreciate the feeling of helplessness he creates with inescapable but not painful bonds. Somehow, it makes me feel safe and warm – and horny. The way he sometimes teases me, but other times ignores me, to wriggle in my bonds, adds to the sense of helplessness. When he wouldn’t let me have an orgasm, I felt so utterly helpless that I could only weep uncontrollably.

This was the most frustrating experience of my life! I have never felt so helpless. It’s a good thing he kept me tied tightly for a long time. I was ready to go Postal! I was like a wanton, rabid animal with only one thought on my mind. After a while, he untied my legs, which were becoming a little numb. We sat together on the couch while he read his Kindle and ignored my pleas. That made me feel even more helpless. He just ignored me, and there was nothing I could do. At one point, I jumped up from the couch and straddled his leg, humping it madly. He just laughed and scolded me for trying to break the rules. He sat me in an armchair on the other side of the room, fastening my ankles to the legs, my legs spread. At this point, I wanted to cum so bad that I was sobbing. My loins were on fire. But he just ignored me.

I am not interested in the painful aspects of bondage, but I have to say I got pretty excited when he made me hop around the room. My boobs felt funny, bouncing because I wasn’t wearing an exercise bra. He seemed to enjoy that. The physical exertion and the swats across my fanny were really exciting. I could feel myself getting wet.

Being exhausted and tied firmly seemed to heighten my skin's sensitivity. His gentle caresses of my fanny and hair were quite erotic. I thought I might be getting close to an orgasm just lying in his lap, but he didn’t let that happen.

He told me that next time, I will have to endure exquisite torment. More torment than I had just endured?! What does he have planned for me? He said we can talk about modifying the rules beforehand. That both excites and worries me.

[Crocodile]

Looks like Terri is warming up more and more. Also i agree that the rules should be followed once you are settled on them

[HappilyTaken]

Nice part two although someone’s cruelty appears to know no end

[RopeBunny]

As others have commented, a good part two. Liked the bondage, specifically the straps, the forced hopping and the laid down relax after.

Great work.

[TightsBound]

Great continuation! I loved her outfit (pantyhose is always welcome) tight straps, vibrator teasing. I especially love how you provide her perspective after to make it feel more real. Looking forward to the next chapter!

[StringTheorist]

To @FrustratedBinder

Welcome FrustratedBinder to Tug Stories. Thanks for contributing your first 2 Terri articles.

I’m very impressed with your style and expressiveness.

I find so many positive aspects about your stories:
- They’re for the pleasure of the person bound
- Description excellent
- Good introduction to the story – credible setting
- You provide insight into the minds of the participants
o Terri’s feeling of helplessness
o Makes her feel safe and warm – and horny
- You are very concerned about your captive – such as when she is hopping around bound, positioned to lie comfortably over your knees
- Strict adherence to the rules you agreed to
- Your bondage is not violence against women
- Different points of view

I like to write stories in this genre and hope others contribute as well.
ST

[GreyLord]

To @FrustratedBinder

Welcome FrustratedBinder to Tug Stories. Thanks for contributing your first 2 Terri articles.

I’m very impressed with your style and expressiveness.

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@StringTheorist has provided a cogent analysis of your writing. I will only add that I agree. Terri does seem to be coming around. As long as all parties agree, there is nothing wrong with changing the rules. Sorry, I did add further.

[GreyLord]

I was going to write you a PM, but you haven't yet posted enough to allow that. It will be easier for your readers to keep up with your story if you post your continuation at the end of your last installment rather than in a new story. After you have 10 posts, feel free to PM me should you have questions.