A Breakdown into Bondage. ( F/M )

[LunaDog]

My good friends, i've been ill in hospital for a few weeks now, with no access to this superb site. i apologise if you thought i was ignoring you all. Here is a story i had 'in the can' as it were, i'd already had written. Hope you all enjoy! It is based back in the mid 1980s when i did own the motorbike mentioned, which was new back then, and the mobile 'phone was not yet in common use. Which is why the 'damsel in distress' couldn't simply ring for assistance.

A BREAKDOWN INTO BONDAGE.

By God, how much had I wanted this bike? Announced at the many large scale Motorcycle shows towards the end of 1983, the Yamaha RD500LC was simply being touted as a ‘Grand Prix’ bike for the road. Naturally it was no such thing, of course it was going to be a mass-produced road bike, but it would be the closest example of one of those to the machines that dominated the racetracks of the world. It would, for example, feature a two-stroke four-cylinder engine of a five hundred cubic capacity, just like the real racers, and certainly was styled to resemble a true Grand Prix racing machine as was possible to achieve, given the necessary requirements of building a motorcycle intended for road use.

And I found myself in quite a comfortable financial position in life just as this utterly desirable machine was unleashed upon the motorcycle world. One that would enable myself to purchase not only the bike itself, but a full set of colour co-ordinating matching leathers, ‘bash hat’ and other necessary riding gear, such as boots and gloves etc. So, naturally I did, and on 1st June 1984, I became the VERY proud owner of one of these utterly desirable vehicles.

Having completed the ‘bedding in’ on the brand-new motor, I found myself out for a very early ride one summer morning, when the encounter that was to lead to an extremely interesting experience occurred. As I was heading homewards, having thoroughly enjoyed an almost two-hour ‘blast,’ much of that undertaken at speeds that would have landed me in very hot water with any Police Force employee had I had the misfortune to have been observed by in any way. But that was the whole point of riding at such a ridiculous time of day, often referred to as ‘stupid o’clock,’ literally as soon as the sun made an appearance, and while the vast majority of normal human beings were still, sensibly, asleep within their beds. Therefore, meaning that my ‘run’ on this Saturday morning was almost completely devoid of any other traffic to get in my way, together with the chances of myself meeting any aforementioned Police Officers extremely slim indeed.

In fact, the needle of the bike’s speedometer was registering over one hundred and twenty miles an hour ( about 200 kph ) as I thundered past the lay-by within which a Ford Escort XR3i cabriolet was parked up, with a distressed looking woman standing right next to it. I must admit that, at such a high speed, I nearly didn’t ‘clock’ her, but having done so, and being in such a good mood, I decided to enquire if she needed any assistance at all. Not too far forwards from this point lay a roundabout, so I simply utilised that to swing around in a complete one hundred-and eighty-degrees direction, pulling up and parking the bike right next to her car.

“Are you my Knight in shining armour?” A quite husky, not to mention sexy, female voice enquired. Now, whilst the woman who had asked the question was quite clearly considerably older than the twenty-eight years old me, I guessed that she was comfortably within her forties, she was quite luscious with a fair degree of sex appeal available to her. However, I was here to see if she needed any help, so I quickly dismissed such observations.

In fact, so good did I feel, I couldn’t resist a bit of mischief. “No Ma’am, I’m actually your Knight in Yamaha Grand Prix replica leathers!” Earning myself a rather dis-approving frown in response, remember she’d no doubt just seen me screaming by at a highly illegal speed. “But I have stopped to see if I can help you in any way. What seems to be the problem?”

She appeared relieved, as she started to answer my question. “It’s making some funny noises when I brake. A sort of ‘scraping’ noise, from the right-hand front wheel.”

Just as I had suspected, when I bent down said right-hand front wheel, the brake disc was quite heavily scored. Clearly the caliper had ‘jammed,’ forcing the pad onto the disc until it had been reduced to sheer metal. That was now rubbing against the disc, hence the noise. A completely dangerous condition, and she’d been totally correct in stopping. However, there was nothing I could do to help her, right here and now, but if she drove the very short distance to my abode, then I could do something, And, as commented upon before, at this time on a weekend day morning, the traffic levels were very light.

“Look Ma’am, I can’t do anything here, but I live very close, so if you follow me to my house, there I will be able to fix things for you. Don’t worry, I’ll take it a lot slower than I was travelling beforehand!”

“Are you sure? That’s very kind of you. But is it safe for me to drive this car in such a condition?”

“Not really. But, if you take it steady, and try to avoid heavy braking, which with almost no traffic you will be able to, you should be fine. And, like I say, I do live very close to here, so you won’t have to go far at all.”

Well, she made it to mine with no further incident, and I indicated just where she should park up in my garage. Once I’d changed out of my leathers and other rider gear, into a ‘T’ shirt and simple pair of ‘traccies,’ I jacked up and removed the relevant wheel, it was time to examine the horrors present there.

Just as I suspected, the ‘pin’ of the brake caliper had seized, forcing the pad onto the disc. This wasn’t going to be cheap, the caliper, disc and brake pads would need replacing, and, in the interest of balance, the pads and disc of her other front wheel. But the good news was that I was very capable of doing this job myself, and with a large motor factor being nearby there was a very good chance that we’d be able to obtain the required parts. However, they didn’t open for another hour or so. “Right Ma’am, the good news is that I will be able to fix this for you, if we can obtain the necessary parts, which I believe that we should be able to, even if not for another hour or two. But I’m afraid they won’t be cheap. In the meantime, however, as the motor factor isn’t open just yet, would you like a drink? And some breakfast?”

“Thank you so much. Oh, and less of the ‘Ma’am’ you’re the one doing me a favour here. Please, feel free to call me by my name, Amanda. And you are?”

“Phil, Amanda.” Funnily I sensed that this Lady, and she was one of those, be in NO doubt of that, wasn’t keen on being addressed by the shortened form of her moniker, ‘Mandy,’ and so I didn’t do so. “Shall we?” Indicating the door connecting the house to the garage, which if we passed through would enable us to proceed to my kitchen.

Which when we reached, as I grabbed my kettle, filling it with water, I asked “T or C?” Meaning tea or coffee. “I’m having coffee myself, as is always the case in the mornings for me, but I know that there are people who prefer tea.”

“And I’m one of them. To be honest, I’m not really a coffee person at any time of the day.”

“Tea it is then. And would you like something to eat? I’m doing a Full English for myself. You’re very welcome to join me in that.”
“That would be absolutely delightful, thank you so much.”

Breakfast consumed, we returned to the garage, where I jacked both of her front wheels up, removing all of the items that needed to be replaced, just in time for the motor factor to open.

Thankfully, and that fact the Ford Escort is such a popular motor helped here I guess, they had all the parts we needed in stock. Together with a tin of brake fluid which I intended to also change for her, we departed, relevant items in my hands, to return to my house in my own car.

It took me about two hours to replace both of Amanda’s brake discs, brake pads and the single caliper. Then bleed the new, fresh brake fluid into her forward brake lines. However, although it was ‘work’ in a form, it was a most pleasurable time. Firstly, I actually enjoy working on motor vehicles, but this time I had very delightful company as well. I’d fetched a chair for Amanda to sit upon, as she watched me work, and the conversation between us began.

Once the initial ‘small talk’ was out of the way, and we’d both established that we were both within a single status in life, Amanda steered the subject of our chat unto a subject that she was clearly very interested in, SEX! Again, after some preliminaries, as it were, she asked THE question. “Do you have any sexual fantasies that you’d like to indulge in?”

As it happens, yes, I did, although it was one that I never really believed would ever be satisfied. And to be honest, with myself truly feeling that it was extremely unlikely that I’d ever see Amanda again, I thought to myself that I might as well tell her.

“As a matter of fact, Amanda, yes, I do. I’ve always dreamed of being captured by a strong, sexy and confident woman, who ties me securely to her bed. And then, having dressed my legs within a set of nylon stockings with the matching suspender belt, to signify that she’s taken me for sex, and sex alone, then proceeds to ravage me to her heart’s, or should that be pussy’s, content. Showing me NO mercy whatsoever, oh I forgot, bearing in mind that she’s removed my power of sight, having blindfolded me. Got to admit I do quite fancy that!” And, because I’d stated all of this whilst still fully concentrating upon my task, I didn’t clock the deliciously dirty look and smile that formed upon her lovely face at these words. As a plan was starting to form within her kinky mind.

For now, though she said nothing apart from, “maybe one day for you.” And not long afterwards I finished my task, which a quick ‘road test’ confirmed I’d done so correctly. When I received the question, “will you accept a cheque, I don’t have any cash upon me?”

“What for Amanda?”

“Your time and labour, naturally.”

“Amanda, I’ve actually enjoyed helping you and I don’t need any payment from you. From your question, it’s absolutely clear that you are both fully grateful and respectful and believe me I’m more than satisfied with that. I’ve loved your company and our chat, so that’s more than enough for me.”

“If you’re completely sure?”

“I AM. And please, take it easy for about one hundred miles to enable the new parts to bed in.”

With that she drove off, with me truly believing I’d never see her again, as I commenced the delayed ‘post ride’ clean of my Yamaha RD500 motorcycle.

[LunaDog]

I was in for somewhat of a surprise on the Tuesday evening when I returned home from work, to find a rather soft package awaiting me, pushed through the letterbox. For its contents were none other than a pair of female panties, a matching suspender belt and the accompanying very sheer nylon stockings, all in a rather striking bright scarlet hue. My mind began to ask itself all manner of questions, as I’m sure you can imagine, then I clocked the note within, a document that answered the vast majority of those enquires.

Like just who had sent me these items? For it was none other than a ‘compliments slip’ from a company named the ‘Amanda Bridlington Graphic Design Agency,’ and the handwritten instruction upon it made matters very clear indeed.

Dear Phil

As you would not accept any money, I have decided to show my gratitude by making your fantasy become reality.
You have an appointment with four silk ties and four solid bedposts!
I will pick you up at 10.00am on Saturday sharp.
So be ready and dressed in the items supplied with very little else.
After all you won’t be needing clothes for what you will be doing!!!

A

At first, I was rather annoyed, to be honest. I mean just how bloody presumptuous can one get? However, as I started to closely examine the supplied lingerie, that anger quickly dissipated. For these were items that were not cheap and nasty, for from it, both the panties and the belt had been manufactured from the very finest satin, and as previously mentioned, the stockings themselves were obviously extremely sheer and of the highest quality. Some real effort and thought had gone into this gesture.

And whilst Amanda Bridlington might not have been my first choice for a sexual companion, she was, as previously stated considerably older than me, but, although such a term wasn’t in common use back in those days, most certainly a M.I.L.F. an attractive, no, actually quite sexy, lady, who I was fully willing to go to bed with. And, after all, what’s the point of having a sexual fantasy within one’s mind if, given a chance to actually fulfil it, one then refuses said chance? No, I began to look forwards instead, I was all too willing to accept. Therefore, I jotted down a note of my own.

Dear A

Could you please pass my thanks to the ties and bedposts for their kind invitation.
Please inform them that I will be delighted to accept.
Assure them I WILL be ready at the appointed time.

Phil

And although I still didn’t know her home address, the compliment note did give me an address to reply to, so I placed it into an envelope, complete with a stamp, and jogged to the nearby post box to send it back to her.

When I returned a delicious but naughty thought entered my head. Well, come on, I needed to check whether Amanda’s lingerie actually fitted me, didn’t I? And while admiring myself in a mirror, dressed within it and nothing else, let’s put it this way, I ensured that I’d need to wash the panties before I met her on the following Saturday morning!

Which finally arrived with gentle rain falling, meaning no riding of my motorcycle for me. I had considered going for a ride on her, but thankful that the wet conditions of the roads rendered such an option undesirable, for what if something happened that meant I wasn’t able to be ready for Amanda? No, it wasn’t the bike I wanted to ride today, although to be more accurate, I wasn’t going to ride anything on this day, it was ME who going to be ridden!

Having bathed, and dressed myself in Amanda’s gear, yes, the panties had been washed, she turned up at 10.00 am precisely, not 9.59 or 10.01, just as I KNEW she would, I left the house, locking the front door, to proceed to her car. With the rain having ceased, and the sun making an appearance instead, she had the soft top open as she beamed a dirty smile in my direction.

As I sat down in her passenger seat, she lifted my ‘T’ shirt, pulling down my traccies at the same time, an action that enabled her to ascertain that I’d obeyed her instructions to the letter. “Good boy,” talking to me as if I was a child, in fact apart from said shirt and track suit bottoms, I was only wearing her lingerie and nothing else. Not even any shoes or socks, all that adorned my feet apart from sheer nylon was a pair of slippers.

As I fastened the seat belt, it wasn’t actually a legal requirement at that point of time, but one can’t be too careful, suddenly I could see nothing as Amanda slipped a blindfold over my eyes! It was of those ‘proper’ ones too, one that allowed no light whatsoever to penetrate. “Now we can’t have you knowing just where I’m taking you, can we?” I guess not Amanda!

So, as we set off, I considered myself to already be within her power, and despite the fact that my hands were totally free I made no attempt to remove her blindfold. It simply added to the intrigue that overwhelmed me during the thirty or so minutes it took to travel the roughly twenty miles to her home. A journey that did have one regret from my point of view, it was clear from the smooth manner that said drive occurred that my chauffeur here was a skilled and competent driver, but of course, with my sight unavailable to me, I was unable to enjoy that fact to the full extent.

Whatever, arrive we did when Amanda, having opened her garage door drove inside, whereon said closed the door again, cutting us off from outside world and any prying eyes. A yet further descent into her domination, I guess. She made no attempt to uncover my eyes as she guided me out of the car and through the doorway that connected her house and garage, up the stairs, and into her bedroom.

Which, and blindfolded I couldn’t see, showed that this woman’s colour was red. The carpet, curtains and pure satin sheets upon her large, luxurious bed were all of that shade. The bed that, complete with silk bondage ties, red naturally, around all four of its solid corner posts, and once she’d removed both my shirt and traccies, she guided me onto, with me now delighting in the material that covered it in, I might not have been able to see the delicious satin, but I could certainly FEEL it! Making me almost regret the fact that my legs were adorned in sheer nylon!

“Lie centrally, please, and then spread yourself out.” Naturally I obeyed, and felt rather than saw, Amanda’s presence by the corner of the bed right next to my left arm. My capture by my companion to her furniture was about to begin!

Amanda swiftly had that arm in totally inescapable, but also utterly safe bondage, and it quickly became absolutely clear to me that this woman knew exactly what she was doing, putting me into somewhat of a state of ease. Just as well, as only a few moments later Amanda had also taken my other arm into her captivity. Meaning, despite my legs being free, I completely belonged to her bed posts, and therefore by default to her. I was now simply her prisoner.

“That’s better,” she exclaimed as she lifted, not removed note, my blindfold, meaning I could see that utterly deliciously dirty smile upon her face. “Nearly there, Darling, oh don’t worry I’ll soon be tying your legs too! But first, some ‘foreplay.’ Now I know males, and just what creatures that you are. You’re already cum in my panties, haven’t you?”

My God, how did she know that? But then, as she herself had commented, she was fully aware of male traits. “So, as you haven’t denied it, I assume that you have. Well, you’re going to again, right now in fact,” as one of her hands started to fondle my balls while the other commenced a pumping action on my cock, “as from bitter experience I know that the first time of any session is over far too soon for the men I’ve shagged before. Oh, yes Darling, you are now going to be SHAGGED. Again and again and again!”

Therefore, for the second time in my life I came inside of Amanda’s satin panties. But this time it felt utterly sensational as it wasn’t by my own hand but somebody else’s, with me having no say in the matter. And this person, who had caused such an action, bore into my own, temporary uncovered, eyes with her own, that simply sparkled with menace, promising a very torrid time as her complete carnal captive.

“Well, that opens the ball, Darling! But now we’ve got that out of the way, shall we finish your preparations, eh?” I kept silent, as Amanda now removed her soiled panties, being thankful that I’d placed the suspenders underneath them as it meant she didn’t need to disturb then at all. She gently washed my ‘tools’ of any of their own ‘product,’ before spreading my legs out, and securing them to the bed posts at the foot end of her bed. That was it then, I was now the total spread-eagled captive of her bed, her complete captive, unable to hardly move with escape utterly impossible. Whatever was to happen in the immediate future would be solely determined by Amanda, and her alone.

Now, whilst I was fully ready for her undivided attentions, my captor was still fully clothed and not. She wasn’t wearing any jacket at all, it was a warm Summer’s Day, but she still needed to shed some outer garments. Amanda made a real show of slipping out of her tight leather skirt, wriggling it down her shapely legs in a real provocative manner which simply added to the sexual tension present within this bedroom of hers. Revealing that the sheer nylon upon her own pins was in the form of some sexy stockings, not that I ever doubted it would be!

Next item to be removed proved to be the lovely satin blouse, red of course, which then showed her top body to be covered in a very sexy, satin basque, which suspendered her stockings and was destined to remain upon her form. Much to my delight as it looked, and later I learnt, felt utterly delicious. And the final item to be discarded? Her own satin panties, uncovering her pussy, which simply glistened with the moisture of sexual anticipation!

Amanda now climbed onto the bed, kneeling down between my bound legs and cupped my balls and cock, that was beginning to display the first signs of recovery, with her hands. “Now then Darling, remind me, what was that sexual fantasy that you described to me that you carried around within that head of yours?”

“I’ve always wanted to be captured by a sexy lady, tied to her bed, having been put into stockings and blindfolded. Ready to be shagged by her, Amanda.”

“Firstly, that’s MISTRESS Amanda now, Darling! And well, although we haven’t arrived at the shagging part of the equation yet, but we WILL be in no doubt about that, isn’t that a very good summary of the situation you’ve allowed me to create here?”

“Yes, Mistress Amanda. I’m assuming that the blindfold will be replaced back over my eyes at some point in the not-too-distant future?”

“Yes, it will, make NO mistake about that. But now that you are totally in my hands, utterly under my control and my complete carnal captive, let’s stop worrying about your fantasies and start considering MINE! Just as you have dreamt of this moment, then so have I, to have a compliant male within the grip of my sexuality is a situation that I have dreamed of, I have wished for, longed for, and now it’s a reality. You do appreciate that, now that you’re absolutely helpless, you’re simply my SEX toy now, you’re nothing more than a ‘living dildo’ as I’m going to subject you to SEX! SEX! and yet more SEX! Oh yes, I’m about to shag you utterly senseless, keeping you ‘at it’ mercilessly, until you can take NO more and beg, yes BEG, me to stop. When I’ll simply laugh at you, demanding yet more SEX, as I shag you again. You are here now, firmly in my grip for SEX and nothing else, until I say so!” Incidentally, each time that Amanda uttered the word ‘SEX’ my balls became subjected to a, not so gentle, squeeze!

My captor leant forwards as her lips found mine, subjected me to a kiss that was full of passion and sexual menace, during which my world became completely dark again as Amanda replaced the blindfold over my eyes. Now she slipped her soaking wet pussy over my, once more rampant, cock and she set about me.

[tiedinbluetights]

Glad to have you back @LunaDog. Nice story.

[LunaDog]

Glad to have you back @LunaDog. Nice story.

Glad that you're enjoying this. Glad to be back.

[LunaDog]

MY GOD, didn’t she just! Please bear in mind that I was far from sexually inexperienced at this moment in my life, but I’d NEVER been subjected to just what Amanda put through that day. From almost the first minute in her power, it was abundantly clear to me that I was held in the hands of a complete ‘sexpert,’ somebody whole skills regarding the ‘pleasures of the flesh’ were right from the very top drawer!

With there being absolutely nothing I could do to interfere, but then why would I have wished to, helplessly subject to the awesome power of a total Sex Goddess? Amanda, utterly skillfully, combined the deftest of touches with the vigorous power in her armoury as she so brilliantly bought me to one totally earth-shattering climax after another. Enjoying a good few for herself in the meantime, with most of them being simultaneous, placing the pair of us within ecstasy’s complete grip, as the ceiling threatened to collapse, such was the sheer volume of our combined screams of unadulterated pleasure!

And those periods of time while my cock needed to ‘re-charge?’ Amanda introduced me to the joys of cunninglus, placing her nylon covered legs each side of my mouth, allowing me to lick her clitty, cleaned of my product of course, during those times, an activity that I very much savoured although it must be said, nowhere near as much as she did naturally!

Bear in mind here that it was Amanda, and not myself, who was performing the majority of the ‘work’ here, together with the fact that was considerably older than me, and, quite understandably, after she’d held me captive for a couple of hours her strength began to fade. However, she’d promised to keep me ‘at it’ until I caved in. So, she simply changed tack, as it were, laying down beside my bound body, playing with me using just her hands.

Thus, she kept this up for quite a while, exhausting me further at a very little price concerning her own stamina, and finally she achieved just what she was looking for. She’d taken me beyond my limit of endurance.

I’d worked out just what her aim was here, and now totally shattered, I accepted defeat, knowing I’d been forced to capitulate. “Mistress Amanda, please. No more, please. I’ve given you all that I have, please Mistress Amanda, please show some mercy and stop!”

Her response? To lift my blindfold, stare right into my eyes and state. “Mercy? I’m not in any mood for that, didn’t I promise to demand more sex from you when this delicious moment arrived, um?”

“Yes, Mistress Amanda, you did, but please, I beg you, please stop!” I implored her.

“NO!” But then she smiled, a gentle smile that did calm me somewhat. “However, it will be just the once, I’m quite spent myself, and I’m going to rest for a little time before I enforce that.” Then she proved to be a lady of her word, not that I ever doubted it, even releasing my limbs, one by one, to restore some movement and feeling, before returning them into bondage.

So, when having placed me back into darkness Amanda chose to start that final shag, both of us had recovered to some degree, and this combined with the fact that we both knew it was THE final time, allowed the intensity and excitement levels to return to those present at the beginning of the session. Thus, permitting the very high sense of enjoyment to also return, for both my Mistress and me. Her vaginal muscles clamped upon my cock, with a deftness of touch that was remarkable, Amanda once more took to places that my imagination had never even considered before my encounter with her, let alone tasted before. Again, our combined cries of pure ecstasy as she skillfully brought us to an almost simultaneous climax, threatened to bring down the ceiling with their intensity!

Yet again Amanda showed that she could be fully trusted, as once she’d calmed down, she immediately attended to the task of my release, having removed the blindfold. But, whilst we gently cuddled each other, she asked me if I wished to remain with her or return home right away. To which I replied that although I couldn’t face any more sex just yet, I also wanted to remain hers for the whole weekend, if she so chose.

Untying one of her bondage ties from the bedpost, I soon found my arms tied together, absolutely securely, behind my back. “Right answer, Darling. You are still MINE! But for now, let’s sleep.”

She did so almost immediately, and it was a little while before I did so myself. During which time I found myself simply gazing at this truly, remarkable woman, the one who’d, so successfully taken me to places that I’m never even dreamt of, never mind having experienced beforehand, during this day. A woman whom I now held in the highest regard and wanted to see a lot more of. Knowing, as my bound arms reminded me, that she hadn’t finished with me just yet. Finally, I drifted off myself, with a massive smile upon my face.

A few hours later, just as she’d entered the state of slumber before me, so too Amanda was the first of us to emerge from within it. Suggesting that we descend to her kitchen, where she demonstrated that her culinary skills inside of that room were almost at same outstanding levels as her sexual skills in the bedroom.

However, it was the, shall we say rather unusual, manner in which I was forced to consume this delicious fayre that was just so erotic. For whilst Amanda HAD untied my arms from one another, she’d only done so in order to tie me securely to one of her kitchen chairs; that featured two straight poles one either side of a central section, meaning said arms needed to be apart. Oh, and she’d also tied my legs to those of the chair too!

Therefore, totally unable to feed myself, I’d suffered the utter ignominy of being spoon fed, delicious morsel by morsel, by the utterly captivating Amanda. Humiliating? Why, naturally yes. Exciting? Even more So! Oh, did I mention that she fed me without me having the use of my eyes, for back on had gone her blindfold! And that between us were also shared an outstanding bottle of crisp, dry white wine, although like the food I had to be given it, drop by drop by the completely naughty Amanda!

Food and drink thus consumed; a gentle but husky voice was soon echoing around in my ear. “You going to be staying right here, Darling, whilst what we just enjoyed passes through our bodies, because then it will back to being confined to my bed for you, and we don’t want any ‘calls of nature’ disturbing matters do we? But don’t worry, you still totally tied up and under my control, and I won’t be leaving you alone!”

She was as good as her word. For the next hour or so I was forced to ‘endure’ Amanda’s hands rubbing all over my body, paying particular attention to the rubbing of the sheer nylon of my stockings against the skin of my legs. And, just as she induced me into giving the pleasures of cunninglus, thus using my mouth to sexual pleasure her, so she returned the favour, taking my cock in her own orifice, and using it to bring me off sensationally! Even swallowing the product of her actions here.

But thoroughly enjoyable though this all was, what Amanda really wanted was me back on her bed, and not merely on it. And by now that meal that she’d fed me so exquisitely was about to pass through our, as in particular my, bodies. So, I found myself released from her kitchen chair, but not from her bondage as she, skillfully, tied my wrists together and then to my suspender belt, in order to render them totally useless to me, reminding me that I was still her property, and that I utterly belonged to her. By the way, the blindfold was still in position.

And then I had to endure my second absolutely humiliating but strangely erotic experience of the day, when Amanda, after plonking me on her toilet seat, and I’d ‘attended to’ my needs on both sides of my body, had to wipe my backside for me, and clean my cock. It really did feel so sensual for this amazing woman to carry out these duties, actions that I’m sure I wouldn’t have tolerated from another human being, except a nurse doing so in hospital if the occasion had demanded it. But then, that wouldn’t have been sexual at all, as it most certainly was here!

However, all of this was a means to an end, which was to have me inescapably confined to her bedroom furniture once more. An aim that she fully succeeded in achieving, although there two major changes to just how the situation was from the previous time I’d been tied to her bed.

Firstly, although she did release my bound wrists from being tied to the suspender belt, Amanda made no move whatsoever to undo said bond. What she did do, instead, is securely, and I do mean securely, tie this ‘assembly’ to the top rail of her lattice style upper bedframe. With my legs tied in the normal spread-out manner, so that I was held in an inverted ‘Y’ shape, rather than the fully spread ‘X’ manner of before. But make NO mistake I was still very much in her hands; I was still subject to her desires instead of my own. And the second difference?

As soon had Amanda had imprisoned me, off came the blindfold, and it remained off. So, this time I’d be fully able to see this insatiable woman as once more she shagged me into oblivion, in particular her luscious blue eyes, that were so full of complete and utter LUST! And some of her facial expressions during this truly wonderful time were absolutely delicious.

But again, Amanda Bridlington is only human with only a finite amount of strength and stamina. Which regretfully she reached. However, not until she’d once more subjected me to a sex session that I’ll never forget until my dying day, once more she took me to heaven and an outstanding climax, time after time, ones out of the very top drawer as befits this wonderful lady. Enjoying a good few herself too.

And when that unfortunate point arrived? For the first time since I’d came into Amanda’s bondage, I found my self completely free to move, and not tied up in any way shape or form. Felt a bit weird if I’m being completely honest, after several hours as her captive in some way. But, by now we were so absolutely cream crackered, that after a brief visit to her bathroom for the pair of us, we both settled down on Amanda’s bed. To sleep.

Which lasted until the following morning, when I awoke to find that Amanda had already done so, now being downstairs in her kitchen. Preparing a full English breakfast for us both, which again was cooked utterly superbly. And I could eat freely myself this time, no need to be spoon fed. Not sure if I preferred it that way!

Once that had ‘passed through’ or bodies, it was back to her bed for the final time that weekend. It was back into the more usual ‘X’ from for me, and back in total darkness, as Amanda subjected me to the final session as her carnal captive for this memorable weekend, a time that completely measured up to the excitement and exhilaration of the day before, with both of us giving our all.

And then, somewhat reluctantly, Amanda ran me home, both of us needing to report for work on the following day, a Monday. But what a weekend it had been!

[LunaDog]

It’s now several months later, and there are many people in life would truly believe that I’ve not only got my portion of cake in life but that I can eat it too. For, despite Amanda insisting that we did not form any sort of official relationship at all, and that we continued to live at separate addresses, we still see, yes and shag, each other on a regular basis. Most of those shags occurring whilst I’m in bondage to her, of course. We both utterly LOVE it that way! Great sex without the baggage that a normal partnership entails. Perfect!

I still enjoy riding my RD500 motorcycle, still getting up to enjoy it early on a weekend morning and still riding it a lot faster that the law actually permits. But I’ve now invested in another bike, one that although bigger in terms of cubic capacity, is quite slower. Being a far more ‘touring’ style of bike than the pure ‘sporting’ manner of the Yamaha. Point is it has a proper dual seat and is designed with carrying passengers very much in mind.

And, believe me, when Amanda puts on those utterly stunning dark red, two-piece leathers that she’s purchased, it isn’t the bike I want to ride! She looks stunningly sexy; I can assure you! And once she had me stop, at the very same lay-by where this whole story had started by the way, tie her arms together and the bike’s grabrail, blindfold her, and complete the journey like that. Only to take her to my bed, and for once it was HER who ended up tied to it and shagged!

So, I still love my bikes, but I most assuredly have discovered that the most exciting situation in my life, isn’t now being on my Yamaha on an empty sweeping country road early in a summer’s morning anymore, great though that situation still is.

Oh no, it nowhere near matches up in the pure adrenalin stakes to being,

BOUND TO THE BED OF BRIDLINGTON!

[StringTheorist]

Another one of your stories that I have enjoyed, @LunaDog
I hope that you have recovered and can continue to write.

ST

[LunaDog]

@StringTheorist thanks for those kind words. There's a long way to go. but i feel i'm getting better every day, thank you once again. And my mind is still sharp, meaning i have ability, and above all, the time to create more!