Terri Asked to be Bound (M/F), part 10

[FrustratedBinder]

Readers will recall that Terri had a fascination with bondage and asked me to tie her up. We have been meeting once a month for her bondage sessions. This was bondage, not S&M, humiliation, pain, etc. She just wanted to experience different types of bondage. When we began, Terri laid out specific proscriptions: I would not remove her panties, and there would be no penetration. After several sessions, she changed the rules to allow me to stimulate her clitoris with a wand-style vibrator. For each session, I usually directed what Terri would wear. Normally, she came to my house through the back door with a duffel bag to change from her street clothes to her bondage clothes. For this session, our tenth, I went to her house because she had a piece of furniture I wanted to use.

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 bottom-up tie against a pole. In part 7, I tied her ankles to her wrists and spread her legs wide, edging her for over an hour before I finally let her have an orgasm. Afterward, she curled into a fetal position and sobbed uncontrollably. In part 8, I tied her in a sort of ball position and also a hogtie. In part 9, I placed her in an upside-down suspension with her hands tied behind her back and her ankles attached to a spreader bar while giving her multiple, intense orgasms.

Mid-day on Saturday, I arrived at Terri’s house with my own duffel bag of supplies. Terri was wearing a light, spaghetti-strapped sun dress that came to mid-thigh and had a fitted bodice that showed off her lithe curves and her high, firm bosom, ample but not overly large. I have mentioned before that while Terri is not of Asian descent, her body resembles that of a Japanese woman, but with larger boobs. She smiled expectantly as I entered. When Terri comes to my house, we usually begin our session with a cup of tea and a chat, sometimes about the previous bondage session, but often just a general conversation, letting the anticipation of the upcoming bondage grow gradually.

“I have been thinking about our last session and wondering what you are going to do to me all week,” she admitted.

“Were you okay after the last session? I know it was intense, and I don’t want to hurt you, go too far, or turn you off to bondage.”

“Yes, I was fine. Better than fine. Please stop worrying. I don’t know why enjoying many, many orgasms while tied up is so intense and makes me cry uncontrollably, but the experience is wonderful.”

I shrugged. “I’m glad…”

She grabbed my hand and smiled sheepishly. “These sessions have shown me just how terrific bondage can be and that it doesn’t have to involve pain or humiliation. They are everything I hoped and better than my fantasies.”

I smiled back. “Shall we get started?”

She nodded enthusiastically. For today’s session, she was going to keep on the summer dress. I had her cross her wrists in front of her. I reached into my duffel for about ten feet of soft, cotton rope. I tied her wrists perpendicular to each other using a square lashing, knotting the rope behind her wrists where her fingers couldn’t reach. She might have been able to loosen the knot with her teeth, but her hands were going to be pulled over her head, out of reach of her mouth.

Terri has a hassock the size of a coffee table. It has legs and supports like a coffee table, but the top is thickly padded and upholstered. It is excellent for resting one’s feet while relaxing on the couch – and for bondage.

I laid her on the hassock so that her fanny was almost hanging off one end and her wrists lay at the other edge. I used a very long rope to tie her to the hassock, running several loops of rope around her chest and the hassock, both above and below her breasts. I made sure to shimmy the rope well under her breasts. Then I used a shorter length of rope to cinch the ropes between her body and the hassock, holding her snugly.

I lifted her wrists above her head. Since her wrists were held perpendicular to each other in the square lashing, her elbows were bent comfortably. I knelt next to the hassock to admire my ropework and her body, which was very attractive and more attractive when she was tied. I laid a hand on one of her breasts, realizing that she was not wearing a bra. Even though her boobs were generally high and firm, they partially disappeared as they retreated into her armpits. Even her hands pulled above her head, which would have accentuated her cleavage if she were upright, only helped a little. They were still pronounced enough to be enticing. Since her bound wrists were not tied to the hassock yet, she instinctively lowered her arms to try to protect her bosom.

“There is a classic bondage position from a photographer named Irving Klaw,” I said, gently fondling her bosom. “I am going to replicate that today, with a few slight modifications.”

She gave me a tight-lipped smile and nodded.

I used four wide leather straps to bind her legs: ankles, below her knees, above her knees, and high on her thighs, almost at her crotch. I think the wide leather straps do a better job of making her helpless without cutting into her skin and creating circulation problems. I then pulled her ankles toward her head, lifting her lower torso off the hassock and thrusting her shapely fanny toward the ceiling, the backs of her thighs parallel with the floor. In the classic Klaw pose, her arms and ankles would have been pulled to opposite legs, arms down and ankles up. I thought that would place too much stress on her wrists after an extended period of bondage. Instead, I attached a bungee cord from her ankles around one leg of the hassock to her wrists. I used a second bungee cord from her wrists, around the other leg of the hassock, to her ankles. This modification made her just as helpless and vulnerable as Klaw’s, but with no pain, I hoped. I toyed with attaching a rope around her waist, through her crotch, and to the legs of the hassock opposite her ankles and wrists, but then I thought that might be a violation of her rules.

Her ankles were suspended over her chest, her knees bent. When I had lifted her legs, the skirt of her dress fell around her tummy, revealing sexy panties, an opaque pastel flower pattern in the front, and sheer black in the back.

“Let me know how this feels,” I said.

For a few moments, she tugged at her bonds. The bungee cord provided the illusion of an ability to resist my molestations or permit escape, but she was not getting loose. She could move her wrists or ankles at most a foot in any direction, but she couldn’t move both at the same time. Moving her ankles pulled on her wrists, and vice versa. The ropes tying her chest firmly to the hassock prevented her from rolling backward over a shoulder to her feet, releasing herself. “I am wonderfully helpless, but there is no pain.”

“You didn’t try very hard,” I teased. “Do I need to tickle you to make sure you are helpless?”

“No!” she tugged harder, wriggling and yanking on the ropes. “I’m helpless, see? I can’t get loose. You don’t need to tickle me.” She wiggled her hips, fanny, and knees, but she was mostly immobile.

I laughed. “Okay, I believe you… You know, Terri, you are completely helpless in this position.”

“I know. It’s exciting. My job is pretty stressful. When you tie me up like this, I can feel the tension leaving my body – even though you have me stretched in such a taut predicament. It’s wonderful.”

I touched her armpits lightly. “I can tickle you mercilessly…” She stiffened. “I can tickle your tummy and sides…” She jerked her hips and tried to roll away from me. “I can tease your sexy breasts – which you know I enjoy very much.” She tried to turn away but couldn’t. I moved around the hassock. “I could apply the vibrator until you lose control again.” I rested my hands on the backs of her thighs, very close to, but not touching, her girl parts. “I could even pull down your panties and have my way with you.”

She stiffened. “You promised. I trust you.”

“I won’t break the rules,” I chuckled. “I just want you to feel how helpless and vulnerable you are. I have been admiring – and feeling – your sexy body for months.” I caressed her inner thighs gently, as she tried to twist her hips away from me and craned her neck to look at me around her bound legs. “You don’t know how much willpower I have had to exert over my own urges.” She tried to pull away from my caress; I may be the only person in the world who has touched her sensitive skin between her legs.

“Please don’t break the rules,” she begged, suddenly tugging violently at her bonds. “Please… That would ruin everything.” Her voice trailed off as she confirmed what she already knew: no amount of struggling would free her until I decided to do so.

I placed a large, comfortable blindfold over her eyes. I pulled down the neckline of her dress so that her breasts were exposed. I was a bit surprised she had chosen not to wear a bra. A bonus! The fabric of the dress’s neckline pulled her breasts toward each other, fighting against gravity a bit as I worked to expose them fully. I’ll admit, I spent more time than necessary adjusting her boobs for maximum exposure because I enjoyed playing with them. She moaned softly as I fondled them while she made a show of trying to pull away. Despite our many bondage sessions, the way she was still shy about her naked chest was endearing.

I walked away, leaving her to enjoy her bondage. From the kitchen, I watched her writhe and struggle, enjoying her wiggling fanny and her jiggling boobs. Tied as she was, she could squirm her hips, but she couldn’t move much else. She tried to straighten her legs, but she was unable to do so. To pass the time, I emptied her dishwasher and put away her dishes, I cleaned the teacups, and I generally straightened the house. She moaned with pleasure as she continued to struggle for release. She feels even more helpless when I pretend to ignore her.

As I passed Terri from time to time, I gave her exposed, upended fanny playful swats with the soft riding crop designed for beginner bondage. Sometimes I squeezed her boobs or played my fingers around her nipples. Each time, she let out a satisfying squeak. Since she was blindfolded, these little teases always surprised her.

I checked her circulation, and everything looked fine.

“It’s been an hour,” I said. “Now it’s time to make you feel truly helpless.”

“What are you going to do to me?”

“That’s for me to know, and you to discover.” To relieve pressure on the backs of her thighs, Terri’s knees were bent. I placed a plastic dinner plate on the backs of her thighs and put a tennis ball on the plate. “You can’t see it, but I have placed a plate on your thighs. There is a ball on the plate. If you wiggle too much, the plate and ball are going to fall. When that happens, I will have to spank you. Do you understand?”

“That doesn’t seem too terrible,” she mused.

I then used some twine to suspend two feather dusters from her ankles so that the feathers lightly brushed her nipples. She jerked, the plate fell, and the ball bounced across the floor. Without warning, I swatted her exposed fanny, this time with my open hand, enjoying both the feel of her fanny and the jiggle of her buttocks and breasts.

“Ouch!” Terri yelped.

“Now do you see the nature of the game?”

“You are really mean to me,” she whimpered with a tight-lipped smile on her face.

I replaced the ball and plate. The feather dusters swayed, tickling her erect nipples. I could see the muscles in her tummy and legs straining to remain motionless. She was successful until the air conditioner kicked on, the air flow causing the feather dusters to sway more, the feathers brushing across her nipples. She let out a burst of laughter. The plate fell; the ball fell; and my hand slapped her fanny with a satisfying snap.

After several tries, Terri learned how to hold her body very still despite the work of the feather dusters. She squealed with the effort. I went to the refrigerator and removed a small tub of whipped cream. I enjoyed rubbing the cold, sweet cream onto her exposed armpits, across her chest, and around her nipples. She jerked her legs and tried to turn away. Again, the ball fell. Swat!

I searched the house and eventually found her kitten lying on Terri’s bed. I brought the kitten into the family room and set her on the hassock. As I had hoped, the kitten smelled the whipped cream and began using its little sandpaper tongue to lick it off Terri’s soft, smooth skin. Terri convulsed with spasms of laughter and tried mightily to escape. She bucked, jerked, and tugged with all her might as she laughed so hard that no sounds were coming out. The kitten’s tongue was relentless. After the kitten finished one armpit, it climbed onto her chest, following the trail of whipped cream, and licked her nipples. Terri continued to laugh uncontrollably. She jerked her chest to try to knock the kitten off, but kittens have tremendous balance, and her chest was tied very snugly to the hassock. Tears streamed down Terri’s face as she begged me to stop the tickling.

“I’m not touching you,” I teased. I was sitting on the other side of the room, enjoying watching her struggle and enjoying the sound of her uncontrollable laughter.

The kitten climbed onto her chest. A rear foot pressed deeply and uncomfortably on a nipple as it leaned forward to lick the other armpit. Between spasms of laughter, she begged me to move the kitten. I took mercy on her and placed the kitten on the hassock instead of her boob to finish licking off the last of the whipped cream.

When the kitten was done, it leaped down and ambled back to her bed to resume its nap.

Terri gave a deep sigh of relief as her heavy, labored breathing began to return to normal. Her skin glistened with perspiration. I used a cool, wet cloth to wipe away the sweet residue. This made her start laughing again. By that point, anything I touched made her laugh.

“The ball fell several times while you were enjoying quality time with the kitten. I lost count.”

“Oh, no…” Terri whispered.

“Don’t worry,” I said. After applying the riding crop to Terri’s fanny for several minutes, I massaged her fatigued thighs and arms. Her skin was soft and warm, smooth and supple. She felt wonderful. The fragrance of her perfume was heady. She was afraid of what I was going to do next, but eventually, despite her suspicions, she began to relax her muscles. I rubbed baby oil into the balls of her feet, her torso, and her boobs. She moaned softly and eventually drifted into a light slumber.

Sometime later, as I read a book across the room, she woke and resumed tugging on her bonds. She pivoted her neck, listening for sounds.

“Are you still here?” she called apprehensively.

I silently moved toward her.

“Hello?” she called.

Without answering, I cupped her breasts in my hands and gave them a gentle squeeze. She jerked with surprise and then relaxed.

“Do you want to be untied?” I asked.

“No,” she replied. “Please. I don’t want to be set free yet. I am enjoying this too much.”

“Are you ready for another position, then?” I asked, massaging her bosom.

She nodded. “Yes, this is really erotic, but it’s beginning to hurt my back.”

I untied everything and gave her a few minutes of privacy in the lavatory. “I’m going to kill that cat,” she mumbled as she emerged from the bathroom in a new outfit. She was dressed like Daphne, from Scooby Doo, in her purple dress with a lighter purple waist sash and tights.

I had her cross her hands behind her back, and I tied them in the same square lashing I had used earlier, holding her wrists perpendicular to each other. I fastened wide leather straps around her chest and arms, above and below her breasts, but I did not cinch them between her arms and torso. I used more straps to once again bind her legs together at her ankles, below her knees, above her knees, and around her upper thighs. I held up the red ball gag, and she opened her mouth willingly. I replaced the blindfold. I carried her to her bed, where she curled up, once again revealing her sexy panties. The kitten, roused from its slumber by the sudden presence of Terri, stretched and walked around her body, sniffing for more whipped cream. She struggled away from the kitten, who eventually lost interest and went back to its napping.

I left her alone for about half an hour to writhe and enjoy her bonds. She moaned and grunted softly, enjoyably. I sat on the bed next to her with the wand-style vibrator. I inserted it in the gap between the leather straps and her bound legs, so that the bulbous end was pressed snugly against her soft mound, but I didn’t turn it on. She pleaded through the gag for me to turn it on, but I just walked away as she growled unladylike things at me around the red ball.

I enjoyed watching her bend her legs and wiggle in a vain attempt to stimulate herself with the inactive vibrator. It was at least another half hour of frantic struggling, her face red and glistening, her breathing labored, and frustrated growling coming through the gag before I silently turned the vibrator onto its lowest setting. She continued to wiggle her legs, seeking the most stimulating position as she moaned. From the next room, where I sat, continuing to read my book, I could hear Terri’s moaning getting louder and louder, increasingly higher-pitched, and more desperate. I peeked into her bedroom to check on her just as her entire body stiffened and her back arched. The startled kitten bounded away. Terri screamed with ecstasy around the ball gag. And screamed. And screamed. Between waves of orgasms, she would curl into a ball and sob and then stiffen and arch as the next wave washed over her. She must have had a dozen screaming orgasms.

Through the gag, after a body-racking orgasm, she pleaded for me to turn off the vibrator. Though muffled by the gag, she begged, “Please! I can’t stand it anymore. I think I am going insane.” Her body stiffened as she had another orgasm.

I switched off the vibrator, but I left it in place as she whimpered softly, burying her face in the bedspread. I returned after half an hour and removed her gag.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

Between sobs, she sighed, “Yes, I am wonderful. Thank you.”

“Would you like me to turn on the vibrator again?”

She jerked away and tried to roll onto her stomach. “No, please. I don’t think I could take it.”

I rolled her onto her back and carefully removed it.

“Do you need some quiet time?”

“Yes, please.”

She rolled away from the sound of my voice and curled into a fetal position. I used another thick strap to pull her thighs to her chest, smooshing her boobs, and a rope to attach her ankles to her bound wrists, holding her in a tight ball. I placed a throw pillow under her head to ease the strain on her neck. Then I left her to recover slowly.

A half hour later, I released the strap and rope that held her into a ball, but kept her wrists, chest, and legs bound. We sat on her couch watching a movie while she remained tied as victim Daphne, her legs curled demurely under her fanny. I stroked her hair and occasionally caressed her bosom and buttocks. She stayed like that, squirming absently, through the movie before she eventually asked to be released.

Terri adds:

The Irving Klaw pose – whoever he is – was really interesting. I liked my fanny thrust into the air to be fondled and teased. When he rubbed my thighs and boobs, my whole body tingled. I was incredibly turned on. Then came the tickling.

The feather dusters were an evil torture. Any movement of my hips or legs made them swing, tormenting my nipples. I tried with all my might to remain still, but no matter what I did, they swung back and forth – at least a little – tickled my nipples and made me scream with laughter. That in turn made the feather dusters move more, tickling more, and increasing my torment. I hated it. I loved it.

That darned cat was an expert torturer. The way he licked my underarms was cruel. I was tied so firmly that I could do nothing to escape that sandpaper tongue – and believe me, I tried with all my might to get away. I would have allowed him to do anything – even break the rules – to stop the cat from tickling me senseless. There was pain in my right breast as that little monster stood on that nipple. I really struggled back and forth to try to get him off. That little rat!

Tied on my bed with the vibrator pressed firmly against my girl parts was really erotic. I was incredibly frustrated by the time he turned it on. I unconsciously experimented with the best position of my legs to provide maximum stimulation of my pussy. As I’ve said before, being tied while being stimulated produces a much more intense orgasm – and several of them. I know I was out of my mind with pleasure. I felt like my whole body was experiencing a long series of incredible, powerful orgasms, not just my girl parts.

I am glad he tied me into a ball to let me recover. I had been helpless before, but the ball tie made me just about completely immobile and feel much more defenseless. I naturally wanted to curl into a fetal position after the waves of orgasms, and the ball tie enforced that. He offered several times to untie me, but I was not ready to end my captivity. We watched a movie as I continued to enjoy being helpless and in his power.

What does he have in store for my next session? The anticipation makes my nether regions tingle.

[TightsBound]

I’ve been loving these stories m, and this one keeps it going. The way he tests and pushes her limits without ever crossing the line is well done, lesser writers would’ve thrown that out the window 7 chapters ago Thanks for writing!

[FrustratedBinder]

Thanks for the kind words. I am glad you are enjoying the stories. I don’t like BDSM or the rougher aspects of bondage. I wanted these stories to be about a consensual, caring relationship. No rough stuff. I hope that there is sufficient character development and relationship building to remain interesting.