Robin's Legs Tied with Ankles Crossed (F/M)
Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2025 3:59 am
I want to share about a new way I got tied up recently. It’s nothing extravagant at all, but it was a new sensation for me. I’ll get straight to the TUG…
It was another night when I was in my mask, cape, and tights as Robin the Boy Wonder. My wife had gotten some rope to tie my hands behind my back and then my ankles together. The villainess had tied me like that on many occasions before, but this time, it turned out my ankles were crossed.
I’d never been tied like that before and it was a new sensation. She began tormenting me by groping up and down my legs. I felt so aroused feeling her probing hands through my spandex tights. I’d been in this predicament many times, but it was different this time because I was able to pull my ankles in due to the way they were crossed. This made my inner thighs more accessible than when my ankles were tied side-to-side, and the villainess took full advantage of it.
She rubbed, massaged, and pinched my inner thighs and taint. I never felt arousal like this before, and my batbulge was really tenting.
Unfortunately, my wife’s cell phone starting ringing and she had to leave the room to answer. I was able to gather myself and tried standing. When my ankles are tied together, I usually try standing up and hopping around to find a way to escape. But this time, I could barely hold my balance when I stood because my ankles were crossed. I was scared I’d fall, so I sat back down on the sofa.
After a while, my wife returned and pushed my chest to make me lie down on the sofa again. And then she got back to work. She kneeled in front of the sofa and played my body with her left hand exploring my upper body and her right hand stimulating everything below my utility belt.
Again, the villainess was able to violate me in new ways because of my crossed ankles, like when her right hand slipped into the leg hole of my batbriefs at the taint. She wasn't able to do that before when my feet were tied side-to-side.
I tried to maintain my composure as I demanded, “Take your hands out of my briefs, you fiendish vixen! You won’t get away with this. ”
She patted my cheeks a few times with her other hand as she teased me, “Just admit it, Robin. You’re enjoying this.”
“I’m not enjoying this at all!”
“Is that so?” The vixen then grabbed my manhood from under my batbriefs as she exclaimed, “Then why is this so hard?”
I didn’t have an answer for her. I felt so humiliated.
She continued, “I don’t know why you go around in this ridiculous outfit especially with this mound so conspicuously showing in your panties.”
She gave me a hard squeeze, which made me wince. My wife broke character and asked if I was okay. I said I was.
Returning to her villainess persona, her hand went back to wandering around over my tights underneath my batbriefs. As I felt her fingers concentrating on the dampest part of my tights under my briefs, she informed me matter-of-factly, “It’s pretty wet in here. Maybe I should just milk the rest of the tension out.”
And then I felt her hand stroking my stalk. It wasn’t long before I creamed my tights as I again pulled my crossed ankles in.
My wife laughed lightly as she pulled her hand out of my batbriefs and patted the base of my batbulge as she said, “I still can’t believe you like wearing this outfit.”
It was another night when I was in my mask, cape, and tights as Robin the Boy Wonder. My wife had gotten some rope to tie my hands behind my back and then my ankles together. The villainess had tied me like that on many occasions before, but this time, it turned out my ankles were crossed.
I’d never been tied like that before and it was a new sensation. She began tormenting me by groping up and down my legs. I felt so aroused feeling her probing hands through my spandex tights. I’d been in this predicament many times, but it was different this time because I was able to pull my ankles in due to the way they were crossed. This made my inner thighs more accessible than when my ankles were tied side-to-side, and the villainess took full advantage of it.
She rubbed, massaged, and pinched my inner thighs and taint. I never felt arousal like this before, and my batbulge was really tenting.
Unfortunately, my wife’s cell phone starting ringing and she had to leave the room to answer. I was able to gather myself and tried standing. When my ankles are tied together, I usually try standing up and hopping around to find a way to escape. But this time, I could barely hold my balance when I stood because my ankles were crossed. I was scared I’d fall, so I sat back down on the sofa.
After a while, my wife returned and pushed my chest to make me lie down on the sofa again. And then she got back to work. She kneeled in front of the sofa and played my body with her left hand exploring my upper body and her right hand stimulating everything below my utility belt.
Again, the villainess was able to violate me in new ways because of my crossed ankles, like when her right hand slipped into the leg hole of my batbriefs at the taint. She wasn't able to do that before when my feet were tied side-to-side.
I tried to maintain my composure as I demanded, “Take your hands out of my briefs, you fiendish vixen! You won’t get away with this. ”
She patted my cheeks a few times with her other hand as she teased me, “Just admit it, Robin. You’re enjoying this.”
“I’m not enjoying this at all!”
“Is that so?” The vixen then grabbed my manhood from under my batbriefs as she exclaimed, “Then why is this so hard?”
I didn’t have an answer for her. I felt so humiliated.
She continued, “I don’t know why you go around in this ridiculous outfit especially with this mound so conspicuously showing in your panties.”
She gave me a hard squeeze, which made me wince. My wife broke character and asked if I was okay. I said I was.
Returning to her villainess persona, her hand went back to wandering around over my tights underneath my batbriefs. As I felt her fingers concentrating on the dampest part of my tights under my briefs, she informed me matter-of-factly, “It’s pretty wet in here. Maybe I should just milk the rest of the tension out.”
And then I felt her hand stroking my stalk. It wasn’t long before I creamed my tights as I again pulled my crossed ankles in.
My wife laughed lightly as she pulled her hand out of my batbriefs and patted the base of my batbulge as she said, “I still can’t believe you like wearing this outfit.”