BOUND TO BRIDGET’S BED
A delicious ‘snap’ echoed around the room signifying the end of my freedom, and deliverance into the sexual captivity of my female companion here. For it was the sound of her tying the last of my four limbs to her four corner bedposts, of securing my body, in a manner that I would not be allowed to escape from, spread-eagled to her furniture, ready for her to sexually ravish in any way that she chose, with me having absolutely no say in just how she intended to go about that now. Just who was she then, and how come I had permitted her to make me her complete carnal captive?
Her name is Bridget, and she lives in the house next door to mine. I suppose that’s the easy bit, but it doesn’t begin to answer why I’m tied to her bed, does it? Let’s get some more of the simple stuff out of the way, we’re both single, with neither of us currently engaged in any sort of relationship here, so nobody is being betrayed here at all. Why don’t you form one between yourselves then, I hear you all ask, what’s stopping you? After all, she was just about to shag my brains out!
The truth is that I had no intentions of ended up in her bed when I’d entered her house earlier on that day, just as she had no plans for things to get this far. For she had duped me, she had turned off, quite deliberately, the water feed of her washing machine, and asked me to look at said machine, claiming it was mal functioning, which of course, was ‘self-inflicted.’ In order to get me into her home. And her intentions, at this point of time did not yet extend to taking me to her bed, let alone me tying to it, just teaching me a ‘lesson.’
Perhaps there’s something I need to explain here, one factor that hasn’t been mentioned yet, Bridget was considerably older than me, having passed her fortieth birthday, whereas I had to reach my twenty-fifth. Also, she had already, unsuccessfully, tasted the joys of matrimony. But, as for me, I had yet to accompany a woman in bed, yes, I was still a virgin.
These days with so much porn available on the internet, it’s possible for a young man, such as myself, to gain some sexual ’desires’ virtually, if not actually. And I had developed a taste for classy female lingerie, I loved looking at photographs of Ladies thus adorned, if only on the screen as it were. Meanwhile Bridget, who is extremely good looking, if not ultra-sexy, if you see what I mean, also had, acquired an appetite for such clothing, obviously for real, she clearly regularly wore such apparel as evidenced upon her washing line, much to my delight naturally.
Despite my best efforts to be discreet, she soon noticed this, and decided to have some ‘light-hearted’ fun at my expense. Please, bear in mind that we’ve most certainly not addressing a viscous or evil person here in any way, and her plans for me can be best described as mischievous rather than nasty at all.
Anyway, she laid a trap for me, one that resulted in me ‘swiping’ a pair of her satin panties, which of course she fully clocked. As my ‘punishment’ therefore, after luring me into her property as described above, she confronted me about my theft of her underwear, frightening me by threatening to expose my ‘crime,’ into stripping off my own clothing, putting me into some of hers, dressing me in stockings and a suspender belt, then tying me to her dressing table stool. With a pair of her panties shoved into my mouth, and another pair over my head, with the gusset right by my nose. Both of these having been ‘prepared beforehand, in the best ‘Blue Peter’ tradition, by her inducing a climax whilst still wearing them!
My sentence therefore was to ‘worship’ her remaining panties, tied to her stool, unable to escape as she ‘played’ with my sexual tools via the satin that all of her panties were manufactured from. However, although this particular ‘tune’ was being conducted as per her whim, it was only me who was deriving any real sexual pleasure from such activity. This being the point then, contrary to her initial intentions, that she decided to move things onto her bed. But she still wanted to retain full control of the situation, she had no plans of allowing me in say in just how matters were to proceed, especially when I, truthfully, informed her that I’d never been to bed with a woman before, and was a virgin at that point of time.
As for me, well I recognised several undeniable ‘truths’ here. That being under the control of a female, allowing her to ‘call all of the shots,’ permitting her to place me within her captivity, whether it meant been tied to a stool or a bed, really turned me on, exciting me beyond measure. As the realisation that if I was totally inexperienced when it came to the pleasures of the flesh, the same accusation could not be levelled at my companion here, why not tap into that knowledge and let her dictate matters, after all, she knew just what she was doing whilst I clearly did not?
Therefore, her suggestion that when she invited me onto her bed, that meant with me being securely tied to it, was no problem whatsoever as far as I was concerned, which I was perfectly happy to let her know. I also was totally honest with her about my virginal status, which if anything made her eyes simply widen with lust, as if she simply relished the challenge that was presented to her here, the ‘blank canvas’ that she was being gifted.
I made no attempt to escape when I’d been released from the dressing table stool, even when Bridget had completely untied me, willingly laid down, centrally on her bed, spreading myself out in the spread-eagled form that she asked me to adopt. “You want this, don’t you?” She enquired with a gentle voice.
“Yes, I do, Mistress Bridget, I want this, and I want you! Although to be more accurate I want to be had by you. You’re SO sexy, after all!” Like me, she was also suspender clad, but her stockings were held up by a beautiful satin basque, as opposed to a mere belt.
“Even though I’m much older than you?”
“So what? All I see is a sexy Lady whose eyes betray the fact that she wants this, and me, as much as I do, if not more. Tie me to your bed and make me yours!”
“Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you!” She then picked up the two bondage ropes she had used to bind me to her stool, fetching two more from a drawer mounted within a chest of such. “I’m now going to tie you to this bed, as you just asked me to, and then you’ll be MINE! Totally at my mercy and, believe me, I’m not in any mood to display any of that particular commodity! I’m going to now shag you into utter oblivion, and possibly beyond. And don’t forget, at the end of the day that you ASKED for this!”
She was swiftly by my left wrist, and within seconds it was crystal clear that her boasts of knowing just what she was doing were revealed as being not empty at all. Just like when she had bound me to her stool, her rope skills shone through, I knew I could trust that her bonds, although totally secure and utterly inescapable, were completely safe, meaning I wouldn’t be subjected to any harm at all. Which just added to the excitement being generated here. Bridget moved around her bed, pausing to do the ‘necessary’ at each corner, so by the time she returned to my other arm, both of my ankles were already imprisoned.
Which meant, as she confined that second arm of mine that I now completely belonged to the bed. And, as it was owned entirely by her, then so was I. She could now do anything she liked to me and there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop her. I WAS HERS! And I can honestly say that I had never been so turned on or sexually excited before in my entire life, as my cock, now giving the appearance of a complete ramrod, clearly demonstrated.
I mean mere words can’t describe just how much I wanted to be exactly in the situation that I now found myself. The complete captive of a woman, one who clearly knew precisely what she was doing in bed and was obviously going to now unleash those skills upon me, with there being nothing I could do to stop her. I was about to lose my virginity, and in some style!