All Tied Up - Part 1 F/M

[mattlk72]

Matt lay on the bed, utterly still except for the faint pull of his arms and legs against the restraints. The pink ropes didn’t creak. They didn’t even flex. Each one ended in a soft leather cuff, buckled snugly around his wrists and ankles, then tied off with tight, deliberate knots to the bed’s corner posts. He’d tested them every few minutes since she’d left. The result was always the same—no give at all.

Half an hour earlier, the morning had been perfectly ordinary. He’d woken naked beside Kym, as he often did, while she lounged against her pillow in her favourite black lace babydoll—thin straps over her tanned shoulders, cups that barely contained the swell of her breasts, the hem floating teasingly at the tops of her thighs. She was forty-five,long dark hair and her body had lost none of its curves, her waist still narrow, her legs still toned from years of Pilates and cycling.

He’d thought nothing of it when she told him to nip to the bathroom while he could. But when he returned, she was bent over the bed, tying ropes to the frame. The lace hem had lifted just enough to reveal the sweet curve of her arse, the dark triangle of her panties beneath.

“All done,” she said without looking up. “On your back. Arms and legs spread. Now.”

It wasn’t a request.

Matt had learned over the years that when Kym spoke in that calm, level tone, it was easier—and often safer—to comply. He lay back, stretching out as instructed, and she moved around him with practised ease, fastening each cuff, testing the buckle, moving to the next. When she secured the last one, she leaned across his chest, the warm weight of her breast brushing his cheek. Her perfume—a delicate floral with a faint, sweet spice—washed over him, and an involuntary groan escaped his throat.

She straightened with a small, satisfied smile and reached for something on the dresser. A black leather panel gag.

“Open.”

“Oh, come on, you know I’m not keen on—”

The gag filled his mouth before he could finish, the buckle drawn tight behind his head. His eyes widened, his breath quickening through his nose.

Kym didn’t linger. “That's better.All husband's should be seen, not heard. Shout if you need anything, babe,” she said lightly,ruffling his hair. Then she walked out.

Matt had no idea how long he'd been abandoned, cuffed to the bed,time becomes distorted when you're helplessly tied up. But then the sound of soft footsteps on the stairs snapped him from his restless struggling.

The door opened, and Kym walked in carrying a pile of freshly laundered clothes.

“You’ll never guess—Claire locked herself out this morning! She was in her robe, taking the bin out, and the door slammed behind her. Nearly gave the whole street a show. Luckily, Jon next door climbed through her kitchen window for her.”

Her voice was light, conversational, her movements unhurried as she began putting clothes away. She separated her underwear, laying them on the bed beside him—pink lace boyshorts, silk thongs in jewel tones, a sheer black bra, a pair of glossy tights.

“I really have to sort this drawer out,” she muttered to herself, pulling it open. She picked up a pair of white lace knickers with a delicate bow on the front, the full-back kind she wore when she wanted comfort over glamour, and held them so he could see.

“Had these for years. Getting a bit worn now… but they’re so comfortable.”

Matt moaned through the gag, his fists tightening in the cuffs, his erection already hard and urgent. He couldn’t tell if she was doing it on purpose—or if she really was just chatting about laundry.

She dropped the knickers into the drawer and shut it. “Right. Can’t stay in here all day, there’s stuff to do.” She left without another glance.

Downstairs, Kym scrolled through her phone and saw a message from her best friend, Jane. Jane had split from her boyfriend the previous week and wanted to meet for coffee. Kym agreed, telling her to give it an hour and they’d meet at Starbucks.

Upstairs, Matt twisted his wrists, trying to work some slack into the knots. Useless. The spreadeagle meant his shoulders couldn’t curl forward enough to reach, and the lower restraints kept his legs anchored firmly in place. He realised now why she always insisted on this position—there was no leverage, no escape.

The door opened again.

Kym stepped in with a cup of tea, her black babydoll swaying around her thighs as she moved. “Phew, it’s warm today! Just said on TV it’ll get up to twenty-six.” She set the cup on the dresser and opened her wardrobe, running her fingers over the hangers.

“Jane wants to meet soon, she's still upset with her rat of a boyfriend. So… what do you think? This dress”—she held up a pastel pink maxi with a floral print—“or my denim skirt?”

She looked in the mirror at his reflection for a moment, tutted, and headed for the bathroom. “A lot of help you are. I’ll wear the dress.”

Water ran. The sound of her toothbrush buzzed faintly.

When she returned, the transformation was complete. The dress clung softly to her figure, the neckline dipping to show the curve of her cleavage. Her skin glowed from the warmth of the day, and she’d freshened her lipstick to a soft rose shade. A final mist of Paco Rabanne perfume drifted over him, triggering a deep, helpless pulse of arousal.

She leaned over, adjusting his pillow, then checked the wrist cuffs. “These were pricey,” she said, testing the buckles, “but worth every penny.”

Bending just a fraction lower, she gave him an eyeful of her breasts before kissing his forehead. “Have fun,” she murmured, the irony unspoken but sharp.
"Oh, and if you're good, I might just fuck you senseless when I get back."

Then she was gone, leaving only the lingering scent of her perfume and the tight, throbbing ache between his legs, leaving Matt hard, aching, and wondering what the hell just happened....

[LunaDog]

Very intriguing. Looking forward to finding out just what Kym has planned for Matt in that kinky mind of hers!

[milagros317]

Fine beginning. Looking forward to part two.

[Bondageboi]

Hey I’m only 22, and I’m already in love with Kym.