Terri Asked to Be Bound (M/F), part 11

[FrustratedBinder]

Terri has 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, or anything similar. She simply wanted to experience different types of bondage. When we started, Terri set clear rules: 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 decided what Terri would wear.

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 [urlhttps://tugstories.blog/viewtopic.php?t=23815&sid=f2149acf7d420e6469a54fe4290d6ec1]part 2[/url], 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 rather than 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. In part 10, I placed her in the classic Irving Klaw 'heels-over-head' pose and teased her.

For our eleventh session, I asked Terri to wear tight, shiny, black tap shorts over sheer black pantyhose, layered over a thong panty—if you can call a thong a panty. I requested her to be topless, but she reminded me that when I remove her bra or top while she is tied, she feels like a bound victim, not responsible for her nakedness; however, if she takes them off herself, she feels slutty. So, I asked her to wear a tight, white T-shirt without a bra. After our usual cup of tea and a pleasant conversation, I guided her into the basement, where I had installed a pole specifically for her bondage sessions.

We previously used a 4-inch-long blue remote-control vibrator. As mentioned earlier, it wasn't strong enough to cause an orgasm, but it kept her stimulated for a long time. It connected via Bluetooth to my phone. The main issue was that it lasted only about 20 minutes on a single charge when used continuously. I finally realized I could attach it to a battery pack, like a charging device, to extend its operational time even during use.

Placing the small vibrator against her clitoris would have required me to touch her private parts in ways that violated her rules, so I had her go back into the guest room and position it between the thong panty and the pantyhose. With the tap pants over the pantyhose, the slight bulge in her private area was barely noticeable. I asked her to run the charging cable out of the rear waistband of the tap pants.

I paired her phone with the vibrator. This app has a feature that lets my phone communicate with her phone over Wi-Fi or cellular networks, so I can control the vibrator from a long distance.

I secured the wide, soft, padded leather cuffs to her ankles and wrists. From previous sessions, we both know she cannot pull free from the cuffs, but they do not cause any pain. I then wrapped one of the two-inch-wide leather straps we have used many times around her chest, sliding it snugly beneath her bosom. This strap buckled at the front and had a D-ring at the back. I used a small padlock to lock her wrist cuffs together in front of her. Next, I carefully lifted her arms above her head, bent her elbows, and pulled her bound wrists behind her neck. This is sometimes called a “bunny ears” tie, as her bent elbows point up, resembling bunny ears. I then used a short piece of rope to tie her wrist cuffs to the D-ring on the chest strap, which slightly elevated her already high and firm breasts. I also used a second leather strap to bind her bent arms together. Tying her elbows together pushed her chest out more and reduced some strain on her wrists. The brown circles were clearly visible through the thin, white T-shirt, and her already erect nipples looked like they might pierce the fabric.

“How does that feel?” I asked.

“So far, it feels fine. I think it might start to hurt after a while. This is pretty strict.”

“I don’t want it to hurt.” I loosened the strap around her elbows a couple of notches and let out about two inches of slack on the rope between her wrists and the chest strap. “I hope that’s better, but if it starts to hurt or your hands feel numb, remember your safe word, okay?”

She nodded.

“I planned to keep you like this for a while, so I won’t gag you. I want you to be able to let me know if there are any issues.”

She nodded. “I understand. Thank you.”

I sat her on the floor, placed a throw pillow under her nylon and spandex-encased fanny, and snugged her chest against the bondage pole with her legs straight out in front of her. I locked her ankle cuffs to the four-foot spreader bar we had used before. She sat with her legs spread almost ninety degrees and her knees straight.

In Terri’s case, she prefers soft but inescapable ties. When it comes to leather straps, Terri thinks that more is better. I used three straps to securely bind her front snugly to the pole. I wrapped the first strap around her waist and the pole, with the pole pressing into her soft tummy. The next two went around her back and the pole, pushing the pole firmly between her breasts, accentuating them and straining the thin white fabric over her prominent nipples.

“Let me know if you think you can escape.”

She tried to pull away from the pole, but with no success. She tugged at her wrists to try to straighten her arms. No success. She tried to pull her feet from the ankle cuffs. No success. “I don’t think I could get away in a million years. The way you have my arms tied really pushes my chest out. It makes me feel so wanton.” She giggled.

I then produced a spray bottle filled with water. “I like the way your breasts are thrust out. But this will complete the picture.” I commenced to spray water on her chest. The white fabric became nearly transparent, like a wet T-shirt contest.

“Oooh, that’s chilly,” she commented.

“Yes, your nipples are telling me that,” I replied.

She blushed and turned her face away, her hair falling into her face.

I knelt behind her and began to caress her breasts and run my fingers over her nipples, softly, so softly. She moaned quietly, closed her eyes, and let her head droop. During her first bondage session, I had tied her to a chair and teased her nipples until she had a rare nipple orgasm. That time, I was aided by the erotic novelty of her first bondage experience. I knew if I was going to repeat the nipple orgasm, I was going to have to be very patient.

I lightly played my fingers over her nipples, barely touching them. Over the course of ten minutes, I very gradually increased the pressure. I ran my fingers around her sensitive and aroused areolae, slowly, so slowly. I occasionally squeezed one of her breasts while continuing to tease the same nipple. I never squeezed enough to be painful. The light squeezes increased the blood flow to her sensitive breast tissue, making it more sensitive. Similarly, I occasionally gently squeezed a nipple. I read regarding nipple clips that if they hurt, you were doing it wrong. The idea was to squeeze just enough to increase blood flow and sensitivity. I had become quite adept at teasing Terri’s breasts. After fifteen minutes, she was lost in the sensations, making soft moaning and squeaking sounds.

I lifted the wet T-shirt over her head so that it hung limply on her upward-thrust elbows. Terri's skin was clammy, so I used a soft towel to dry her chest and then used one hand to rub baby oil on her boobs while continuing to tease her nipples with the other hand. Her breathing was becoming shallow.

Her tummy, stomach, and chest were held firmly against the bondage pole, but that didn’t stop her from squirming and trying to pull away from the pole. She bounced her knees up and down rapidly in erotic excitement. It was about all the movement she had.

“My God,” she exclaimed, “You are driving me crazy!”

I chuckled. “I am going to keep it up until you have another nipple orgasm.”

“I may lose my mind first.”

“Shh.” I whispered, continuing to tease her boobs and nipples. “Just enjoy phase one of today’s fun.”

“Phase one? How many phases are there?”

“Shh. That’s for me to know and you to discover,” I whispered close to her ear.

She wiggled and writhed. The supple skin along her inner thighs tensed and relaxed repeatedly. He knees were bounding frantically. Her stocking-clad feet wriggled uncontrollably. Despite the firm lashings to the pole, her tummy and torso began to convulse. Her moans became a loud whimper. She squealed and pleaded.

“Would you like me to stop?” I teased.

She gave me a dirty look and called me some very unladylike things if I stopped. She told me things about my ancestry I hadn’t known. And then she blushed at her crude language. I just laughed.

While she had been building toward the nipple orgasm for half an hour, when it finally arrived, it startled me. Her back, arm, and leg muscles trembled violently as she strained them to the limit. Her toes splayed outward, and she stretched her feet up toward her knees. She threw back her head and screamed as if I had stabbed her with a knife. Her scream gradually turned into a long, ecstatic cry, then a shuddering moan, and finally a tear-filled whimper. She was held tightly to the pole, but she slumped into her bonds, gasping for air. She hovered on the brink of consciousness for several moments before she finally lifted her head. Her eyes were wide open in wild shock.

“Thank you,” she croaked, her throat sore, “That was wonderful.”

“We’re just getting started,” I replied.

Her face showed both anticipation and dread. “What mean thing are you going to do to me?”

“I’m not going to be mean,” I pretended to pout. “I am here for your pleasure. Do you need a gag so that my neighbor doesn’t call the police?”

She pressed her lips together into a demure smile. “I’ll be good,” she promised.

“How are your arms? Do I need to change the position a little?”

“Now that you mention it, they are getting pretty sore. I like the way his position enhances the sensitivity of my boobs, but I would like something a little less strict. Please.”

Without releasing the straps that held her to the pole, I untied the rope that held her wrists to the chest strap. She stretched her arms straight upward, groaning with pleasure. “Thank you.” I let her wiggle her arms a bit. I unlocked the lock between her wrist cuffs. I took the opportunity to remove her wet T-shirt and ogle the slim but curvy body. Terri was not Asian, but she had the kind of body of a Japanese woman, but with larger boobs. I unlocked the wrist cuffs. Then I pulled her hands around the pole, crossed her wrists, and tied them snugly to the pole.

“Is everything okay now?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Good. I’ve got some things to do, and I am going to leave you to enjoy your bondage for a little while.”

“You’re going to leave?” Her voice trembled. “What if someone comes to the door?”

“I’ll be gone just a little while. I’ll lock the doors. Only the woman next door has a key.” From behind, I gently cupped her breasts with my hands and gave them a little squeeze. I forgot how sensitive they would be after the nipple orgasm. She squealed and tensed.

“Sorry about that.”

“You did that on purpose!” she laughed.

“Did not.”

Her eyes got wide when I picked up my phone. “Let’s test how this works,” I said. I pushed a button on the phone app. She squeaked again. I could faintly hear the diabolical, remote-controlled vibrator pressed firmly into her girl parts by the spandex, nylon, and bondage pole. “Good, it’s working.” Then I plugged the power bank into the charging cord that protruded from the back of her tap pants. “This will keep the little vibrator running for hours.”

I buckled the soft blindfold over her eyes.

I patted her fanny, and said, “Enjoy yourself while I’m gone.”

“You’re really going to leave me here?”

I flipped off the light switch. “I’m really going to leave you. Enjoy your bondage in peace, wondering what I plan for you when I get back.”

She tugged at her bonds and wiggled frantically as I plodded slowly up the stairs.

Unbeknownst to Terri, I had placed a webcam in the basement, pointed at her. It wasn’t recording, but it provided a live stream to my phone so that I could make sure she was in no distress. At the top of the stairs, I opened the app and was happy to see her struggling to get free. I opened the app for the vibrator and set it on a very low intensity: pulse, pulse, pause, pulse, pulse, pause. Through the camera app, I saw her start to wriggle her hips as she felt the very faint vibration against her girl parts. I saw her biceps strain to lower her arms to try to reach her nether regions, but they weren’t going anywhere. She continued to rock her fanny and thighs to increase the stimulation provided by the vibrator, but in her position, she could do nothing to press it more firmly against her clitoris. She whined in exasperation, knowing she was in for an extended period of exquisite, erotic torment. Using the phone, I turned off the vibrator. Frustrated, she tugged on her bonds to try to reach her girl parts. I chuckled to myself and turned the vibrator back on.

I went out to the garage, started the car, drove around the block, and parked back in the garage. I sat in the garage for a while, listening to music and watching her struggle to get loose. Her boobs, fanny, and thighs jiggled nicely as she tugged and wiggled. It was quite the show! I played with different settings on the vibrator, adjusting the intensity and changing the pulse pattern. There didn’t seem to be a “best” setting, but each time I modified it, she renewed her wriggling struggles.

Her arms stretched around the pole and above her pulled her already firm and high bosom a little higher. The leather strap I had wrapped around her chest, with the D-ring in the back to hold her hands in the “bunny ears” position, would typically have been partially obscured by the slight drop of her boobs without a bra, but, as she was, her boobs did not hang over the strap. Really, her chest was terrific in this position, and they jiggled alluringly as she struggled.

After about 45 minutes, I had the vibrator on a very high setting. She was moaning loudly and pulling mightily against her bonds. In the Web reviews of this device, most women complained that it was not strong enough to create an orgasm. Of course, that was what I wanted. I wanted to tease her for a long time but deny her an orgasm until much later. Terri always said that being tied helplessly was already intense stimulation. I was a little worried that after the nipple orgasm, the small remote-controlled vibrator would drive her to an orgasm, so I backed off on the intensity a bit.

I noisily reentered the house. On the camera, I saw Terri’s startled reaction. She called out, “Is that you?” I didn’t answer. “Hello?” I didn’t answer. I crept down the stairs as if I might have been a burglar. “Who’s there?” I reached the bottom of the stairs. “Hello?” she called again, then “Please tell me that’s you and not a burglar. She frantically strained against the leather straps.

I circled around her, watching her head turn to try to face the sounds of my footsteps. She called my name again, “Please tell me it’s you and not some stranger!”

I knelt between her outstretched legs. With her chest fastened securely by the leather straps, the apex of her boobs and her nipples extended beyond the pole. I reached out with my fingertips and, in the softest way possible, I barely brushed her nipples. She screeched and tried vainly to pull away.

“Terri, have you been enjoying your bondage?”

She collapsed against her bonds and sighed, “Thank God it’s you. I was so frightened some burglar had come in and would have his way with me.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I meant to be suspenseful, but I didn’t want to make you really afraid. Do you need me to let you go?”

“No! I am not ready for you to set me free, but please don’t do that again. I think I almost peed myself when you touched me ,and I thought you might be a stranger.”

I chuckled. “I wouldn’t want you to pee on the vibrator or your pretty tap pants.” I moved behind her, put baby oil on my hands and massaged her back and shoulders. She sighed, and I could feel the frightened tension leaving her body.

I did release her soon afterward. I gave her as long as she wanted in the lavatory and time to freshen up. She happily removed the blue remote-controlled vibrator that had been driving her mad for an hour. I was pleased about the battery charger. The white T-shirt was still damp, so she put on a black, molded-cup bra, but kept on the black pantyhose and the tight, shiny tap pants.

I pulled her arms back into the bunny-ear tie and had her kneel on the floor. Then I used a leather strap to fasten her left ankle to her left thigh and another on her right leg. This is known as a frog tie because, as she struggled, her legs would be folded but splayed out like a frog’s. So, in what I jokingly called the frog and bunny tie, she knelt on the rug on the floor of my basement, making a lovely, erotic picture.

I carefully laid her on her stomach. The effect was very much like a hogtie, with much less stress on her wrists. I enjoyed the view of her ample breasts being squished out of the top of her bra because she was lying on them.

“Does everything feel okay? No numbness?”

“This is luscious. Now I sort of wish you hadn’t asked me to remove the vibrator.”

I rolled her to her back and cradled her in my arms to carry her up the stairs. I admit, I enjoyed the sight of her bosom just a few inches from my face as I walked. I laid her on the couch, where she lay awkwardly and wriggled to find a comfortable position. We watched a short movie while I caressed her thighs and buttocks.

When the movie was over, I said, “Are you ready for the next phase?”

“I don’t know,” she replied, her voice trembling a bit, “What mean thing do you plan to do to me.”

I swatted her fanny. “I am not mean to you!” I joked. She squeaked and tried to roll to protect her fanny. “You call me a molester.” Swat. “You say I’m mean to you.” Swat. You make me feel so unappreciated. “Are you ready or not?”

She giggled. “Yes, please.”

“Okay then.” I buckled on the blindfold and the red ball gag. She has described the gag as “icky,” but she also says that it increases her sense of helplessness and makes her girl parts more aroused and sensitive. I carefully set her in a kneeling position on the floor. Then I turned on the wand-style vibrator and set it on the rug way across the room. Her ears perked up at the sound.

“The vibrator is waiting to please you,” I said, “but you will need to find it yourself.”

I don’t know what she mumbled around the gag, but I’m sure it wasn’t very ladylike. Her legs held in the frog tie position really slowed her movement. She began to inch and squirm toward the sound. The rug bunched up and slid as she struggled toward the vibrator, impeding her progress. By the time she reached the vibrator, she was breathing heavily and perspiring. Strands of her hair matted themselves to her face despite her shaking her head to try to free them. At long last, she was able to wiggle so that she rested her girl parts on the bulbous end of the vibrator. I could see the muscles in her buttocks and arms struggling and quivering. Her head began to loll as she moaned softly. It did not take long for her to come to the edge of an orgasm. It happened so quickly that I almost didn’t have a chance to turn it off before she came. When I did, she growled angrily through the gag and tugged on her bonds.

I moved the vibrator across the room and turned it back on. She whined through the gag but started wriggling toward the sound again. I teased her like this several times until she was nearly exhausted and whimpering through her gag. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she begged me to let her cum.

The fifth time, I didn’t turn off the vibrator. Terri screamed passionately as she arched her back and threw back her head. Then she leaned forward. She couldn’t lean too far forward as the rope from her wrists to the chest strap yanked on her boobs and held her back straight. Still, I had to grab her shoulders to stop her from losing her balance and falling onto her chest and face. Then she arched backward again and screamed. She bent forward and arched backward several times, a dozen maybe, each time her screaming was louder and more frantic. Finally, she collapsed, rolling off the vibrator onto her side, her frog-tied legs splayed and thrust into the air. She sucked in deep gulps of air. Her chest heaved, the bunny-ear tie forcing her engorged breast skyward.

I removed the blindfold and gag. Then came the part that always scares me but she says is nothing to be worried about. She began to sob uncontrollably. I quickly released her hands from the chest strap and untied them. She rolled away from me and covered her bosom as if she were naked. Her whole body convulsed as she wept. I unstrapped her ankles from her thighs, releasing her from the frog tie. She curled into a fetal position as tears streamed down her face.

I caressed her nylon-encased legs and her spandex-covered fanny. I rubbed her back and shoulders. I ran my fingers through her hair, pushing errant strands from her face. Her weeping grew quieter and less intense over time. I lifted her in my arms and carried her to my bed where I left her curled up and sniffling.

It was probably an hour before she stepped hesitantly from the bedroom. By that time, I had cleaned up all our toys and was making a light dinner to share. She eased herself onto the couch and curled up. I sat next to her, rubbing her shoulder.

“How do you feel?” I asked. “Was that too much? Did I go too far?”

She shook her head, buried her face in a throw pillow, and sniffled away some tears.

“Terri? Are you alright? Did I hurt you?”

“No!” came the muffled response through the pillow. “It was wonderful.”

At her request, I used a pair of fur-covered handcuffs to hold her hands behind a kitchen chair as I fed her the dinner I prepared. She still wore the pantyhose, tap pants, and molded-cup bra. We talked about many topics. It was an everyday conversation, as if she hadn’t just experienced a nipple orgasm, an afternoon of teasing, a dozen or more strong and prolonged, screaming, out-of-control orgasms, and wasn’t handcuffed to a chair in my kitchen. She asked me not to release her but to carry her into the family room, where I laid her across my lap on her stomach, her hands still cuffed, and we watched another movie. I absently rubbed my hands along her sexy, pantyhose-clad legs, massaged her buttocks through the spandex tap pants, and caressed her back and shoulders. I think she dozed off several times. When the movie was over it was dark outside.

“Will you tie me spread-eagled on the bed again and let me stay here tonight?” she asked, “I can’t drive home. Every part of me is wobbly.” After one of our sessions, I had tied her in a loose, but inescapable, spread-eagled position on the bed.

“I can drive you home,” I suggested.

She whispered, “No, please. I’m not asking you to… sleep with me. Can’t you feel my body shuddering?” She paused a moment, then said, “This is hard for me to admit, but I feel so wanton and horny when you tie me up. I am not ready for you to release me yet.” After a moment, she added, “That was so intense. I can still feel waves pulsing through my whole body, not just my girl parts. You make me feel so helpless and vulnerable, but warm and safe when you tie me up. I feel like I can just let myself go and enjoy the experience. Part of it is the way you tease me; you don’t just get right to it. But a big part of it is being helpless and not knowing what is going to happen next.” She turned her face away, and tears streamed down her cheeks again. “Please leave me tied to the bed and vibrate me again in the morning before you let me go.” She turned and pleaded with her eyes. “Please.”

I gathered her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom.

Terri adds:

As I told him, when he ties me up, I feel helpless and vulnerable. But his gentleness and his concern that I am not hurting or losing circulation also make me feel warm and safe. Though we have done this eleven times, and I am confident he won’t break the rules, being tied up still makes me a little bit afraid. Just pulling into his driveway makes my girl parts tingle. At times, I want to cum so badly that only the bondage stops me from releasing myself – even in front of another person. He really seems to understand when I can’t stand it any longer, and he lets me have an orgasm. That is so strange for a successful businesswoman with a stressful job. I am so grateful at that moment when he lets me cum; he ties me so that I cannot do it without his permission. When the orgasm does happen, the combination of the bondage and the teasing creates incredible waves of pleasure, not just in my girl parts. The warm orgasms pulse through my whole body. The intensity is impossible to describe. At home, I can stimulate myself to an orgasm once or twice, but he has an uncanny ability to produce many, many intense orgasms. As I told him, I feel wobbly for hours, sometimes days afterward.

This is the second time he gave me a nipple orgasm. Ladies, if you have never experienced this, you are missing out. It is incredibly strong in a way that is entirely different from when he stimulates my clitoris. This is partly, I think, because it takes so long to happen. Patience on his part creates a frantic, animalistic desire and an eventual, very strong orgasm on my part. Unlike a normal orgasm that starts between your legs, a nipple orgasm begins in my boobs and spreads through my whole body. Long afterward, my chest is so sensitive that just about any movement causes my bra to send ripples of electric sensations through my chest, neck, and abdomen.

I thought after the nipple orgasm that he would release me, but he had other plans! And I am so grateful.

When he left me alone in the basement, I was terrified. I had visions of some stranger – a neighbor, a burglar, or someone else – coming into the house, discovering me bound, and having his way with me. An intruder wouldn’t follow the rules! I was petrified when he came into the basement. In retrospect, I should have remained quiet, and maybe the intruder wouldn’t have come into the basement following the sound of my voice. He might have just stolen the television and left. I thought I could hear someone’s breathing, but when he touched my nipples, I couldn’t help but scream. It was almost like my nipples had gotten an electric shock. When I realized it was him, I wanted to cry with relief.

The bunny-ear tie thrusts out my boobs. While it was a little hard on my shoulders and arms, it made my boobs and nipples extra sensitive. I wouldn’t want to do it every time, but I liked it. It almost felt like a hogtie when he placed me on my stomach. Lying like that pressed hard on my boobs and made them uncomfortable. They didn’t hurt, but the slight discomfort made the subsequent orgasms more intense.

I was exasperated when he made me struggle across the floor to find the vibrator. It was difficult to position myself over it and then settle my girl parts on it like a chicken incubating an egg. When I was getting close to an orgasm and he moved it across the room, I wanted to scream with frustration. By the time I found it again, I had to start stimulating myself from square one to an orgasm as the physical effort of struggling across the room had given my pussy time to calm itself. But then he did it several more times. I was getting fatigued, and I knew I was getting sweaty. My hair was all in my face. I’m sure he enjoyed watching my boobs jiggle as I struggled around the room.

I know it seemed a little slutty for me to beg to stay overnight. My whole body felt wobbly. I knew I couldn’t drive home. More importantly, I didn’t want to be alone after all those orgasms and all that stimulation. It wasn’t nearly as much a physical desire as an emotional one. I knew if he had driven me home, I would have curled into a fetal position and cried myself to sleep. I am grateful he let me stay. We didn’t do anything untoward. He left me tied all night, gave me another incredible orgasm with the vibrator in the morning, and released me as I had asked. That was almost like a nip of booze to help an alcoholic with a hangover. I still felt wobbly, but I could go home. He made me a nice breakfast, and we chatted for an hour before I left. The conversation was not about bondage or my embarrassingly horny behavior.

We just talked like old friends -- which we have become. After I changed into a simple blue cotton dress with a thin brown belt to leave, he looked a little sad that I was going. I couldn’t help myself. I stood on my toes, popped one leg up, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him. It wasn’t long or open-mouthed, but it caught us both by surprise. I enjoyed the pressure of his chest against my bosom. I felt heat rising in my face as I ran to my car. I hope I didn’t ruin everything. I know he still has thoughts about his late wife. I hope he didn’t think I was being too forward or easy. He hasn’t cancelled our twelfth session yet.


See part 12 here.

[StringTheorist]

Another great one, @FrustratedBinder . I look forward to the next one.

ST

[FrustratedBinder]

Thank you.

[latin-self-bound]

Amazing session!!! The positions were very creative, and the predicament she was while frog-tied was impressive!! I'm glad she had her release.

The xcliffhanger regarding the development of their relationship at the end was surprising!! I'm looking forward to the next parts.

[STREET]

Loving this. Can't wait for the next instalment.