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Ladies’ Evening In

Rebecca was the first to arrive at Jennifer’s place for the get together of a number of neighbourhood women. Most were in their late 40s, married, usual collection of kids, professional husbands. Rebecca was dressed in light blue tight fitting slacks, tawny blouse, socks and carried slippers to wear indoors. She brought a package of snacks she had made. Jennifer was dressed in a white blouse and knee length denim skirt, faded from many washings.

Next to arrive was Ruth, slacks and pink blouse, carrying a bottle of wine.

The three noted Ingrid walking down the road, dark skirt, blouse, cashmere sweater loose on her shoulders. Ingrid was the non-neighbour, who frequently passed through the area on her afternoon walk. Ingrid was shorter, younger than the others, and seemingly extremely shy. She had become known to the neighbours one time when she assisted one of the children whose pant leg had got caught in his bicycle chain, and fallen heavily. Every other day or so she wandered past, and the ladies of the area tried to strike up a conversation. Ingrid was polite, friendly but reserved and it took a couple of years before she acted like it was home. But the others never really determined her relationship situation; she seemed shy to reveal she was alone in life.

Grace was the last to arrive. Not late as there wasn’t any particular start time, but the others had started on the wine and discussions of neighbourhood issues (aka gossip). As usual, Ingrid sat very erect on the sofa, paying close attention, but not contributing much to the conversation. But this didn’t bother anyone anymore.

There was a pause while the host replenished the wine and munchies. Then Grace asked, “Did anyone see the Ellen show?” Ellen was host of a talk show; the episode in question was about couples engaging in bondage during their intimate moments together. The women had tied their partners up before the show and paraded them into the studio. Ellen took care to ask each participant their feelings about bondage, how did they get started.

Ruth and Grace had both seen the episode and described it to the others. Then Rebecca dropped a bombshell, “My husband and I have explored it a little. It adds a little spice to our intimate activities from time to time.”

“How did you get started?”

“Mark came home from some course he was on, where he took an optional session called 'A Journal Workshop'. The moderator had them write private notes on a variety of topics, such as an influencer in their life, a great activity with a parent or other adult in their life. One note was something they would really like to do but didn’t have the courage to approach it.

“Mark wrote about how he would like it if we engaged in love bondage. So I agreed, and let him tie my hands to the head of the bed, and spread my legs out to the lower corners in a wide vee. I found the tension very exciting. Then he climbed partway over the end of the bed and buried his face ‘down there’.

“From time to time he would wake me up in the middle of the night with some ropes. I called him ‘Phantom Man.’

“I in turn would tie him up some mornings as ‘Torture Time’. Somewhat hard to do when the kids got older before they left for college.”

Ruth piped up, “My husband likes to tie my hands snugly behind my back, then drag me over his body, or lean me against his chest, leg over his leg, and we snooze together. I liked to listen to his heart going “thump-thump, thump-thump.”

“My hubby likes to tie me to a hard backed chair in our bedroom, securely so I can’t escape. Blindfolds me. Then he goes to the kitchen and prepares a nice breakfast and brings it up and feeds me. Then he stands behind me and reaches over to fondle my breasts; as he is standing there, I can grope him and give him a handshake 'you know where'. “I like the freedom of being tied up; I don’t have any responsibilities, and enjoy the sensations, excitement, anticipation. For when he has fed me and cleaned up, I’m moved to the bed for the encore. I’m in a very happy, contented Grace all the rest of the day.”

The others looked at Jennifer to see what she had to say, Ingrid’s eyes were nearly popping out of her head.

“My husband, Roger, likes to be the one tied up, though he enjoys fastening me as well. When there is a major chore to do around the house, such as a major cleaning of a room, he likes me to tie a rope harness about him, give him a list of chores, and off he goes. Afterwards I’ll corral him and fasten him down, then we play. Though I too like the sensation of being helpless in a good nest of ropes.”

There was a pause while sips of wine were taken.

“I’d like to see your husband fastened in ropes,” Rebecca commented.

“So would I.” The first contribution of Ingrid.

The others agreed. For Jennifer’s Roger is a handsome well-built man without a shape that comes later in life.

“How would you like to be tied up,” asked Jennifer of the others.

“Hands snugly behind my back. Pillows to lie on for sex. Also standing with my bound hands stretched high above me, with my legs pulled outward by ropes.”

“Tied into a chair. Arms behind the back of the chair, legs pulled beside the chair so I am opened up.”

“Fastened to a pole, or tree trunk on a pleasant day.”

Ingrid, “Tied up to a man, chest to chest, thighs. Left to wiggle on a bed for a while.”

There was some discussion about types of bondage mechanisms, blindfolds, gags.

“Roger once said he wouldn’t mind seeing one of you tied up. Just felt you have the body for it.” But Jennifer didn’t specify which one.

Then she added, “Would any of you like to see him tied up?”

Nods all around.

“He’s in the basement right now, tied to a chair. As with your husbands, he was planning to go away fishing with some other buddies. But yesterday the organizer was confirmed with a case of COVID. So as compensation, I promised to tie him up this weekend. So he is downstairs snugly fastened to a chair.

“I could ask him if he would mind if you came down.”

Saucer eyes answered.

So Jennifer went down stairs and talked to her husband. Agreed to send them one at a time. His only stipulation was that the ladies be be clothed like he was, underpants only. She removed his blindfold and returned upstairs.

“Roger agrees that he can be looked at, but not to tell anyone outside ourselves. But he wants you to be wearing what he is wearing, underpants only.

“I’d like to suggest that we draw names out of a hat to see who goes first.”

Ingrid was the first name chosen.

Jennifer lead her to the top of the stairs. “You can remove your clothing here, no one will see. Touching is allowed.

Twenty minutes later Ingrid came to the door, clearly only partly re-clothed. “Who’s next? I’ll lead you down.”

Rebecca was drawn next. In about a quarter of an hour Ingrid was back for the next, Ruth.

Grace was last of the guests. None had re-appeared.

Then Ingrid came back to collect Jennifer. As she removed her denim skirt, a rope around her waist appeared, complete with a crotch rope. “I was getting set for rewarding Roger afterwards for his enforced isolation,” Jennifer admitted, sheepishly. They entered the basement recreation room.

Surrounding her husband were three guests, bound, naked to the undies. One in a chair, one lashed to a support pole, the third with her hands high above her head.

Picking up a rope, Ingrid made quick work of binding Jennifer’s hands behind her back. Roger’s eyes goggled.

Ingrid cleared some stuff piled up on a queen sized bed in the basement previously used by their son, now off at college.

Ingrid whispered to Roger, who nodded his acquiescence. She blindfolded all the other women, and replaced Roger’s, before releasing him from the chair and re-positioning him on the centre of the bed, spreading his legs to the lower corners of the bed, and fastening his wrists to the headboard. Ingrid tied the centre of a long rope around Roger’s waist, moved the knot to the back, passed one end under the bed and tied the ends together as far under the bed as Ingrid could so that Roger couldn’t reach the knot. She repeated this method of keeping Roger centred and down with another loop about his neck, loose and double cinched.

Ingrid ran her hands over Roger’s chest, circling his nipples. She watched for his male reaction in his underwear and deftly made him comfortable.

Next she passed a 10 foot length of rope under Roger’s waist, and another under his arm pits, leaving the ends loose crossed over his chest. She removed the blindfolds of the other captives so they could watch. She took Jennifer to the bed and arranged for her to lie down beside her husband, to his right, leaning on his side. Ingrid lifted his leg so that Jennifer’s left could fit under, then tied her two ankles together, with a few inches of rope in between them. The lady who had been standing with her hands over her head was similarly positioned to Roger’s left.

Ingrid untied Roger’s hands from the head board, squirmed her way between Roger’s and the intertwined legs, kneeling, and passed a rope around her ankles. “Roger, please use the rope from your wrists to tie my hands behind my back, and pass the ends around my waist and secure them. Then help me lie on your chest and tie the ropes under you around my back and snug tightly.”

After Roger complied, Ingrid observed, “Now we are all tied up, unable to escape by one’s own. Roger’s hands are free, but he can’t untie the ropes around his waist or neck. I can’t untie my wrists, nor can Jennifer nor Ruth. Roger has to untie one of us to the point she can free herself, and free the others. Sort of a locked box puzzle.” With that she laid her head down beside Roger’s.

And waited the climax she had been fending off. She hoped the others were satisfied.

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