Terri Asked to be Bound (M/F) part 5

[FrustratedBinder]

Those reading along through earlier parts of these stories already know that Terri was curious about bondage and asked me to tie her up. After some discussion, we agreed to meet once a month until she grew tired of the experiment. We had also established ground rules, such as prohibiting me from touching her crotch area or removing her panties. The experiences were not about BDSM, humiliation, or pain. She merely wanted to experience inescapable bondage. As I explained to her, I didn’t think she would feel helpless until I teased or fondled her while bound, which we agreed was acceptable – and desirable.

I wanted each session to be different, so that she would eventually determine what kinds of bondage she preferred – if any. From her reactions to the first four sessions, she was finding being bound and teased very enjoyable. In part 1, I tied her to a chair and manipulated her ample, but not overly large, bosom until she experienced an intense nipple orgasm. In part 2, I tied her in a frog tie and allowed her to wriggle around the room, attempting to rest her girl parts on a wand-style vibrator on the floor, but I turned it off before she could experience an orgasm. In part 3, I tied her spread-eagled on her bed and tickled her to complete exhaustion. In part 4, I bound her in a unique tie facing a pole instead of with her back to it.

I have been quite enjoying the game, and I didn’t want her to lose interest or get so frustrated with me bringing her to the brink of orgasm, but not allowing her to do so. Terri asked to change the rules to allow me to stimulate her clitoris with a vibrator, but her panties would remain on, and there would be no penetration of any type. This suited me.

Terri arrived for this session on time, and we sat and enjoyed a cup of tea, as we always did. “I have been wondering what you have in store for me for over a week, since we agreed on slight changes to the rules,” she said.

“Just remember that just because I can stimulate you with the wand vibrator does not mean I must or will vibrate you to an orgasm.”

“Yes, I understand,” Terri agreed, “Please let me have an orgasm today. You are driving me crazy! After the last three sessions, I couldn’t go to sleep that night until after I… helped myself.” She blushed at the admission.

“We’ll see,” I winked. “Go ahead and change clothes, and we’ll get started.”

She took her small duffle into the guest bedroom and came out a few minutes later dressed in a wet-look, black, spandex cat suit, and her hair was pulled into a loose ponytail. She carried a black and white waist-cinching corselette in her hand, so that I could add that later.

“I’ve never had to wear one of these,” she said. She looked down at herself. “I’m no cover model, but I don’t think I need something like this.”

“I agree you don’t need it. I think that little bit of compression will make you feel sexy while you are tied up.”

I held up a small, teal device that was about three inches long. “This is a small vibrator. By our rules, I don’t think I can do this myself, so you will go back into the guest room and place this little nub on the most sensitive part of your clitoris. Once you have it properly positioned, this little magnet outside your catsuit will hold it in place.”

“It’s kind of small,” Terri observed. “Does it work?”

“I think you’ll find it quite entertaining.”

She held the tiny object skeptically. When she came back, I could see a slight bulge under her spandex and a small magnet on the outside of her outfit.

I had her sit on the floor. I locked thick padded cuffs on her wrists and ankles. I also locked cuffs on the upper portion of her biceps and the lower portion of her thigh, just above her knees. These were the same cuffs I used when I had her tied spread-eagled on the bed for her extended tickle torture. After ensuring the cuffs were tight enough to prevent her from pulling out her wrists and ankles but not so tight as to cut off circulation or be painful, I moved behind her.

“You know, I’ve never had sex with anyone?” she said conversationally as I locked the wrist cuffs with a small key lock.

This surprised me. She was an attractive woman who obviously craved sexual release – at least after being tied up a while. “We have come pretty close with the vibrators and the nipple orgasm,” I observed.

“Except for my gynecologist, nothing has ever been inside my vagina. Actually, I don’t think anyone has ever seen my naked – uh, girl parts – since I was a child.”

“Is that why you set up the rules the way you did?” I bent her left knee toward her left shoulder, using another small padlock to lock the thigh cuff to the bicep cuff.

“Yes, I’m saving myself for that one special man someday.”

“That’s unusual – and commendable,” I said. I then lifted her other knee and locked her right thigh cuff to her right bicep cuff. The result was that she was bent forward a bit, her hands behind her back. The thigh and bicep cuffs locked together forced her feet apart in a most unladylike pose, enticingly exposing her crotch. Terri could inch her butt along the floor, but she was less able to move in this bondage than even most hogties. Her erect nipples were already telling me she appreciated this bondage.

“This is really awkward. With my legs spread like this, I feel very vulnerable and wanton.”

“That’s the idea,” I replied, holding up the red ball gag. It was not an extra-large one. She obligingly opened her mouth so I could insert the gag and buckle it behind her head. “Is everything okay? Nothing too tight?” She nodded and said a muffled “okay” through the gag.

I held up my phone. She turned her head and growled, “No pifters” through her gag.

“I’m not going to take any pictures, but there are three things I didn’t tell you about that little vibrator. First, it is Bluetooth-enabled, and I control it with my phone. From this app, I can adjust the intensity and pattern of the vibration for maximum teasing.” Her eyes widened.

“Second, the reviews say the strength of the vibrator is enough to keep you on the edge for a long time, but most women said it was not strong enough to create an orgasm.” She whimpered through the gag and hung her head. “Third, the battery is only good for about 25 minutes. Of course, I can extend that by turning it off from time to time to tease you even more.

“Shall we see if you can have an orgasm under those conditions?”

She nodded her head enthusiastically.

I started with a very low setting. When I first turned it on, she squeaked in surprise and then closed her eyes to enjoy the experience. She tried to wiggle out of her bonds, but in her leg-spread position, she had very little mobility. I experimented with different intensities. Each time I turned it off, she gave an angry whine through the gag, often shooting me a dirty look, which made me laugh. I then began to experiment with different vibration patterns, from pulsing to gradually ramping up and down like a wave. Over the next few minutes, I discovered the ones that had the most effect. After a while, I think she realized that even on the highest intensity and most exciting vibration pattern, it wouldn’t be quite enough.

Terri tried to extend her legs and bend far forward, which was quite tricky, so that she could roll her pelvis toward the floor and hopefully roll onto the small vibrator. She later told me she hoped that more pressure would make the device more effective. It was an interesting thought, but it didn’t work. I enjoyed teasing her. Since I turned it off periodically, I managed to stretch the battery life to about 35 minutes. At that time, Terri’s whole body was flushed and covered with perspiration from her struggles to get free or enable an orgasm.

“I’ll be back in just a moment,” I said. As I prepared for part two of her bondage session, I watched her writhe and try to escape. She was already very frustrated sexually and moaning loudly. As she struggled, she fell off balance and rolled onto her right shoulder. This had the effect of thrusting her left leg almost straight in the air. I have to admit it was a lovely sight, but her face flushed with embarrassment. She then tried in vain for several minutes, groaning and grunting, to rock back into a sitting position, which I found amusing to watch.

Though I was enjoying the spectacle she made, I was ready for part two of the bondage session. I rolled her back up on her fanny and knelt between her splayed legs.

“Terri, I am going to change your bondage for the second part of this session. Is that okay? Are your hands okay?”

She nodded and mumbled something through her gag.

Knowing that she was not in any pain, and to prolong her suspense, I knelt between her spread legs and chatted. The conversation was one-sided. She could only nod and shake her head; very little of what she said was understandable through the ball gag. She struggled a bit to release herself from her bondage, but she had no success. I asked her how she got interested in bondage, how long she had been interested, etc. The best I could understand through the gag, her interest began as a young girl watching old movies. She enjoyed the scenes with the damsel in distress tied up. She was not a lesbian; she identified with the captive and wished to be that woman. As she said the first time we met, she had been interested in being tied up for a long time, but had never found someone she trusted before.

After keeping her waiting for the second part of the session for long enough, I unlocked the bicep and thigh cuffs and helped her to her feet. I sent her to the guest room to remove the small, remote-control vibrator in privacy. To this point, I hadn’t made use of the cuffs on her ankles. I had made a spreader bar from two and a half feet of broom handle with heavy-duty eye hooks on each end. I used the small locks to lock her ankle cuffs to the bar. Then I unlocked the wrist cuffs from behind her back and relocked them in front. I picked her up by her waist, and she made a little squeak. I set her under another, larger eyehook in the ceiling. Then I attached a rope to her bound wrists. I had already run the rope through the ceiling hook. I pulled on the other end of the rope until her hands were over her head, and I tied off the rope several feet away, where there was no way she could reach the knot.

She was now standing with her legs spread and her hands high above her head. In her shiny black catsuit, she was already an alluring sight. I quite enjoyed the way she arched her back and thrust her breasts out. I grabbed the black-and-white waist-cinching corselette and wrapped it around her middle. With her hands high above her head, Terri was unable to hold it in place while I began lacing it up, so it took several minutes to secure it in place and tighten the laces. This made her already trim waist that much more enticing. I made it tight. I wanted the constriction to make Terri feel that much more bound and helpless, but not in pain. “Is that too tight?” I asked, “Can you breathe okay?” She indicated it was okay to continue.

The way the spandex stretched over her boobs, fanny, and thighs, there was a hint of her milky skin inside the catsuit. The lightness enhanced the wet look of the spandex by accentuating the highlights over her excellent contours.

I held up the wand-style vibrator. “Do you remember this?” She nodded enthusiastically, obviously hoping I would use it to drive her to an orgasm. I laughed. “Okay, you do recognize it. Let’s see how much fun you can have with it. I looked at her crotch. I think your nether regions are already warmed up from our little blue friend, but let’s get the rest of you ready.”

I stood behind her and began to caress her breasts and buttocks from behind. She started writhing her pelvis. Her boobs were hard, and her nipples were erect. Her knees wobbled, and she sometimes lost her balance, having to strain her arms to regain her footing. I teased her nipples by gently rubbing my fingers across them, tracing her areolas with my finger, and giving them light squeezes. Her head lolled, and she made soft moaning noises through her gag.

When I thought she was ready, I pulled over a folding chair in front of her and sat. I turned the wand on its lowest setting and gently pressed it against her spandex-covered clitoris. She closed her eyes, her head rocking backward. She moaned gently, enjoying the stimulation.

“I see you’re enjoying this,” I teased. “Would you like me to continue?”

“Yes, please,” she murmured through the gag. Her face showed that she was very aroused.

At the lowest setting, I pressed the vibrator against her clitoris. Every so often, I would remove it. She whimpered through the gag and thrust her pelvis forward seeking the vibrator. I teased her in this manner several times, bringing her close and then pulling away. She strained to lower her arms and please herself. Of course, that wasn’t going to happen, but it was fun to watch her try.

“I think you’re getting really worked up,” I teased, setting down the wand. “Maybe I should let you rest for a while.”

“No! Please, let me cum!” she shouted through the gag. “Don’t go!”

I turned the vibrator up to its second setting. Again, I placed it gently against her clitoris. It took much less time for her to get close to having an orgasm at this level of intensity. I reached up and fondled her boobs. After the third time I removed the vibrator, she was sobbing and begging, perspiration showing through the spandex, drool pouring off her chin and staining her catsuit.

When I thought she could tolerate it no more, I left the vibrator in place. She threw her head back and screamed so loudly that it hurt my ears. She screamed again and again, pumping her pelvis. Her body quivered, making her breasts and buttocks jiggle erotically with each convulsion that swept through her body. Her knees buckled, and she hung limply from her wrists, moaning and screaming, still thrusting her pelvis instinctively. Wave after wave of orgasm pulsed through her body. I think I counted twelve, but it was hard to tell, as they ran together into one long, intense event after a while.

I was worried about the strain on her wrists, so when she collapsed, I quickly lowered her hands and laid her carefully on the carpet. It took some time before her breathing returned to normal, and her eyes fluttered open. During that time, I removed the gag and released her ankles from the spreader bar. In her euphoric state, I don’t think she noticed anything other than to roll into a tight fetal position, alternately laughing and crying. Though I didn’t relish the torment I had put her through to enable such an explosive and powerful sexual release, it was not the first time I envied women being able to have multiple orgasms.

Terri lay in that fetal position, quivering and mumbling incoherently, long enough that I was afraid I had hurt her. I sat cross-legged near her and rolled her into my lap. I caressed her engorged breasts. “Can you speak?” I asked.

She stared up at me with a dreamy expression on her face. “Thank you. That was amazing.” She covered her face with her hands, rolled away from me, and wept silently for several more minutes. “I am so embarrassed,” she admitted finally.

Terri adds:

From the way he talked, I was uncertain he was not going to let me have an orgasm this time either. Boy, was I wrong!

The first bondage position was awkward and frustrating. I don’t have words to describe how vulnerable I felt tied that way – even more than when he tied me spread-eagled to my bed and tickled me senseless. When he told me the little vibrator would not cause an orgasm, I wanted to cry. He had driven me nearly mad, bringing me to the edge during our last few sessions. I knew I was in for a frustrating time and was not sure he would let me cum as I desperately wanted.

The stimulation provided by the small vibrator kept me aroused and on the edge. My instinct was to close my legs around it, but the way I was tied, my legs were splayed wide open. I felt like I was having a gynecological exam, but this was much more pleasurable. I hoped that if I could apply more physical pressure to the infernal device, it might be intense enough to let me cum, but no matter how I writhed and struggled, the way my legs were tied to my arms, I couldn’t lean forward far enough to make that happen. I tried so hard that my body was covered with perspiration by the time the battery died. Before we started the second part of the session, he knelt between my legs, which were held wide open for the world to see. This made me feel really vulnerable. Not for the first time, I realized that he could have his way with me, and I could do nothing to stop him. I think he has been lonely since his wife died. He just wanted to talk to me; although, being tied and gagged, I couldn't fully participate. After a while, I think he realized that I was anxious for the next part of the bondage session.

In the second position, my hands were hiked way over my head so that I could barely flex my elbows, but I could stand flat-footed, not on my toes. I have never worn a corset before. Stretched as I was, the corset, while not overly severe, made me feel quite sexy and helpless. The position made me arch my back, which made my boobs and fanny more exposed.

As I told him, I have never had intercourse; although, I do have a wand-style vibrator at home that I have used on myself from time to time. After our previous bondage sessions, I had to go home and use it. I have never been able to create a climax nearly as forceful or prolonged as he managed. I was vaguely conscious that I was screaming. My only sensation was intense, psychedelic waves of orgasm washing over my body again and again and again. I convulsed. I strained. I struggled. I quivered. I shook. I don’t know how many times I climaxed, but when I came to my senses, I was lying on my side in a fetal position, weeping, moaning, and laughing. I was embarrassed that anyone could turn me into a quivering pool of jelly so completely, but I loved it.

Our other sessions have ended with me tied on his lap as he massaged my sore muscles. I looked forward to that. This time, he locked my wrists behind my back and made me keep on the corset for the rest of the morning. We watched a movie; he caressed my arms, fanny, and thighs; he made me lunch. He seemed to ignore the fact that my wrists were bound as we just sat around the house for a couple of hours, as if I wasn’t tied up and he hadn’t just made me crazy with the wand. Like I said, I think he was lonely and just wanted company. This made me feel helpless, and I enjoyed the sensation. Maybe he thought I would leave if he untied me, but I never felt threatened like he would never release me. Once or twice, I had to remind him that I couldn’t do anything for myself, and that made him chuckle.

[StringTheorist]

Thanks, @FrustratedBinder

Terri finally had another 'satisfaction' with the alteration of her rules.
Enjoyable. Please keep the stories coming (her too).
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[FrustratedBinder]

Thanks. I am trying to provide a little character development through the stories. I am reasonably pleased with the results so far.