Terri Asked to be Bound (M/F), Part 7

[FrustratedBinder]

Those reading along through the previous five 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. In part 5, Terri had asked for a slight modification to her rules that would allow me to stimulate her clitoris with a vibrator, while still prohibiting other touching of her girl parts, and kind of penetration, or removing her panties. In part 6, I tied Terry in a bottoms-up tie against a pole.

For our seventh session, Terri arrived right on time, wearing tight jeans and a strapless black top reminiscent of the one worn by Olivia Newton-John in the final scene of Grease. We sat at the kitchen table for our customary cup of tea before beginning our bondage. Terri described how vulnerable – and hot – she felt bent over with her torso tied to the pole in the basement and her fanny trust in the air. I suggested that we might try an upside-down suspension in a future session. The gleam in her eye and the mischievous grin told me she was looking forward to that.

When she returned from the guest room, where she usually changed from her street clothes to her bondage clothes, her outfit hadn’t changed much. Waist-to-ankle, wet look, black leggings had replaced her tight jeans. While they were stretchy and provided more movement, they made her look like the final scene of Grease. She completed her outfit with a pair of patent leather black heels, featuring a strap across the front to prevent them from slipping off, and a soft ponytail at the base of her neck. These days, “curvy” is code for “chubby,” but Terri was slim and curvy, with an ample, yet not overly large, bosom. Wow! She looked awesome.

I led her to the bedroom and had her lie on the bed. I used a leather strap to fasten her left wrist to, and parallel with, her left ankle. The strap was long, so I had to wrap it around her tiny ankle and wrist several times. I did the same with her right wrist and ankle. This spread her legs and had her bent forward a bit awkwardly. I grabbed a roll of so-called bondage tape, which is a rubber or plastic material that sticks to itself but not other things, making it easy and painless to remove later without leaving residue. Starting at her bound left ankle and wrist, I wrapped the tape around her forearm and calf and back again three times, holding her leg and forearm snugly together. When I did the same to her right arm and leg, she was utterly helpless and bent forward.

I pushed her shoulders, and she rolled onto her back, her legs spread and thrust into the air. The spandex gathered in the crease between her leg and abdomen, emphasizing the soft mound between her thighs. Realizing how defenseless and vulnerable she was, she began to tug on her bonds to test whether she could get loose. But I wasn’t done yet.

I scootched her to the foot of the bed so that her lovely fanny was right at the edge. Then I tied several loops of rope around her bound ankle and wrist combination. I ran the rope under the bed and then tied several loops around her other ankle and wrist. I pulled her legs father apart. In this position, I had to be careful not to pull them too far apart, as that would have put a lot of strain on her thighs and hips. I wanted her immobile, but not in pain. I shoved a pillow under her shoulders and neck to further relieve any strain on her wrists and arms.

“How does that feel?” I asked. “Is anything painful or numb?”

She yanked on her bonds for a few seconds and then pronounced, “It all feels fine.”

“Would you like to be gagged?” I asked.

“That depends on what you plan to do to me. If you are going to use the wand on my… girl parts, you should probably use the gag. I am already… stimulated.”

I obliged her by placing the red ball gag in her mouth and bucking it behind her head. Those who have read the previous sections will know that Terri could probably spit out this simple gag, but she had never done so, enjoying the feeling and the way it made her feel more bound.
“I’m going to leave you like this for a little while to enjoy this position,” I said as I caressed her inner thighs. She closed her eyes and moaned happily through the gag. I went to the kitchen and emptied the dishwasher. Then I vacuumed the family room. I knew that Terri felt more bound if I engaged in some regular activity while she was tied and ignored. From time to time, I peeked into the bedroom to see if she was okay and to ensure she was still bound snugly. She was. I enjoyed watching her shiny spandex-encased legs straining against her bonds.
When I finally returned to her, she was already looking a little flushed and fatigued from her struggles, but even with the gag, I could tell she was smiling and happy. She batted her lashes at me and asked me to use the wand.

I reached for her bare shoulders and tugged on the strapless, black, ruffled top. She squeaked in surprise. I was gratified that she was not wearing a bra under the blouse. Lying on her back, her breasts were still surprisingly plump, having not disappeared in that position. I climbed onto the bed near her head and began to tease her boobs. I gently ran my fingers back and forth across her nipples until they became hard and erect. I ran my fingertips around her areolas. I gently squeezed her nipples. I fondled her boobs. Her breathing became shallower and quicker. She thrust her head backward and moaned, her eyes shut tightly. Even bound as she was, I could see her begin to wriggle her hips rhythmically. I wondered if the straining spandex covering her girl parts was allowing her to stimulate herself. I enjoyed the way her soft mound was so pronounced in this position without creating a crass camel-toe look. She was not damp yet, but I could tell she was very excited.

When I stopped playing with her breasts to get off the bed, she whimpered through the gag. I stood at the foot of the bed before her exposed crotch and flipped the wand-style vibrator to its lowest setting. I barely touched her spandex-encased pussy with the bulbous end of the wand, but that was enough for her to exclaim something I couldn’t understand around the gag. For some time, I gently massaged her girl parts with the wand, applying as little pressure as possible. She tried to raise her hips to press harder against the wand, but when she did so, I would pull away. She protested.

I waited a little and then reapplied the wand, gradually increasing the pressure. The muscles in her thighs strained, and she tugged at her bonds. While she was enjoying the stimulation, her natural response was to try to close her legs around the wand, but the way I had her tied made that impossible.

I began varying the pressure on her clitoris with the wand, pressing firmly and then lightly. She responded by trying to pump her hips and moaning loudly. I watched her face closely to gauge how close she was to an orgasm. When I thought she was going to cum, I turned off the vibrator and walked away. She growled something very unladylike through the gag and struggled. In a supreme attempt to get free, she did a crunch, lifting her shoulders off the bed and then dropping angrily back against the pillow. I enjoyed how her bare breasts jiggled. Apparently, I had guessed accurately when she was near an orgasm.

I resumed massaging and teasing her breasts for several minutes before moving back to her spread thighs with the wand.

For most of an hour, I brought her to the edge of orgasm and then stopped. Each time, she grew angry and yanked frantically against her bonds. After a while, her bare torso glistened with perspiration, and some of the hair came loose from the elastic hair tie as she struggled mightily. She crunched and slammed her shoulders against the bed in frustration. Each time, her breasts jiggled sexily.

Periodically, I inspected her fingers to ensure her circulation was not impeded.

She was barely coherent after an hour of this “torture.” “You know,” I taunted, “If I took off your shoes, I could tickle your feet. In this position, I have easy access to your tummy. Would you like me to stop edging you and tickle you instead?”

She shook her head violently and begged through the gag for me to let he cum.

I chuckled and turned the vibrator back on. This time, I let her have an orgasm. Her body stiffened. She threw back her head. She let out a loud, extended scream of pleasure that lasted several minutes. I was worried she would hurt her wrists the way she tugged. She collapsed, but I didn’t remove the vibrator. A few seconds later, she had another intense orgasm, straining against her bonds. Then another. And another. She wept silently, turning her head away from me to try to hide her face. As she sobbed, her chest convulsed and her boobs jiggled. I decided she needed some time alone, so I quietly slipped out of the room.

I returned fifteen minutes later, pulled her top back over her boobs, and untied her. She curled into a fetal position on her side and continued to weep softly. I was really concerned that I had hurt her. I sat next to her on the bed, caressed her face, and ran my fingers gently through her hair. “Are you okay?” I asked.

She nodded her head. “Yes,” she murmured. “That was incredible, but I just need a little time to recover.”

I left her quivering on the bed in a tight ball and went to the kitchen to prepare some lunch for us. A while later, she emerged from the bedroom and walked shakily to the kitchen, plopping heavily into one of the chairs. She had taken off the leggings and put on her jeans again. I carefully pulled her hands behind the chair and handcuffed her wrists with fur-covered cuffs. She did not resist. I offered her a triangular sandwich half. She had a dazed expression on her face as she slowly ate the sandwich.

“I am so embarrassed,” she finally mumbled.

“Why?” I asked.

“I have enjoyed you making me helpless in the past. This time was different. I would have done anything to have an orgasm. Anything. I am ashamed of myself for the things I offered you, and I'm so grateful you couldn't understand them through the gag. When you finally let me cum, it was like an out-of-body experience. I don’t know why I started to cry, but I couldn’t stop. I don’t cry in front of people. You made me feel so completely out of control. It was wonderful and terrifying.” She turned her face away from me, and tears streamed down her cheeks again. I was really worried that I had gone too far. Not looking at me, she stared down into her lap and said, “I feel like such a fool. Please untie me. I need to go home.”

Terri adds:

We talked on the phone later that day. He was really worried about me. He thought he had hurt me. I tried to reassure him that I wasn’t hurt or angry, but I just couldn’t stop crying.

He brought me to the edge several times. I lost count. It seemed like an eternity of exquisite sexual torment. Like I told him, I would have done anything for an orgasm. When he brought me to the edge and then stopped, I became furious and frustrated. I begged and pleaded, but he just continued to get me to the brink and stop. I felt like I was losing my mind, like I was literally going insane from the sexual pleasure and torment. Luckily for me, the gag made it impossible for him to understand the wanton things I was offering in exchange for an orgasm. My lack of morals mortified me! I really felt like a complete slut, but I was desperate for sexual release. Desperate. Utterly bursting with desperation.

He has tied me in many positions. I love the feelings of helplessness and snug safety being tied by him provides. He always makes me feel warm and cared for. I felt wonderfully vulnerable.

When he finally let me have an orgasm, it was not just in my nether regions. It was like my entire body was cumming. From my fingertips to my toes, every part of me was experiencing an intense, unending orgasm. My boobs felt like they were engorged and ready to burst. If he noticed, he never mentioned that I had lost control of my bladder and wet myself. I was so ashamed! He kindly let me recover alone, but even hours later, my body was staggeringly sensitive. Just putting on my bra and panties so he could drive me home sent another wave of pleasure through my body. The rest of the day, if I barely brushed my boobs against something, I felt a jab of pleasure in my girl parts.

Usually, after our sessions, we enjoy watching a movie or chatting while I am tied. I was so exhausted and embarrassed by my awful behavior that I couldn’t face him. I just wanted to go home. He correctly guessed that I was unable to drive, so he drove me home. He had to support me as we walked to the car, because I could barely stand. I collapsed on the couch and curled into a ball. He left reluctantly, later telling me that he was concerned about what would happen when he left me alone. He came by the house several times the rest of the day and weekend to make sure I was okay.

I am not anxious to repeat that level of loss of will anytime soon, but it was incredible. I cannot describe the complete, prolonged feeling of intense pleasure.

See part 8 here.

[latin-self-bound]

Very good part indeed!! It's interesting how Terri reacted differently this time. The way the bondage activates her emotions is so very intense. I'd love to read the next parts.

[FrustratedBinder]

Thanks. I thought a different reaction would be interesting. I have tried to depict their relationship as caring and learning together, not just carnal.