Stories of Tie Up Games

Ladies and Gentlemen, may i ask for a bit of patience, regarding this my latest muse. For within this opening part there isn't actually any bondage yet, i'm just introducing the characters involved and setting the general scene. Thank you.







I suppose one could say that as soon as her luscious lips closed in upon my own, that my fate was sealed at this precise moment, not that I aware of this state of affairs at this exact time. For as soon as the resulting kiss had terminated, a kiss that was both so full of passion and just SO sensuous, by the way; I had recoiled in horror at being drawn in, permitting this moment to have been allowed to occur. Immediately fleeing the scene as fast as my legs could carry me, and with no word being spoken at all.

Ok, so no doubt you’re all asking just who we are talking about here, just who was this woman? But before I answer that very reasonable question, which don’t worry, I will in time, perhaps I ought to explain in further detail my own situation in life, and so just how she relates to me. Having just celebrated the anniversary of my forty-second birthday, I guess that I am the typical ‘suburban housewife,’ living in some relative degree of comfort on a rather upmarket housing estate, and married to successful man, his very high salary level testament to the senior position that he has risen to within his employment.

And a thoroughly decent and honest one to boot, one who has NEVER betrayed his marriage vows, well to the best of my knowledge anyway, I mean can one really be certain about these things, but I am supremely confident that Harry has never ‘played away,’ as it were. As was indeed the case, my assurance proving to be fully justified here, I know it sounds rather corny, but Harry really does seem to have eyes just for me, his long-standing married spouse.

As a couple we had risen together to be somewhat regarded as ‘pillars of the local community,’ gaining a, fully deserved, degree of regard and respect within the neighbourhood, within which we had owned our quite substantial property for quite a few years now. And had just become, oh, what’s that term, ah yes, ‘empty nesters,’ our son having very recently commenced his university degree studies and moving away, emulating his older sister, who was starting the final year of her own further education. With Harry’s extreme degree of earning power ensuring that neither of them would commence life crippled by high levels of ‘student loan’ debt, as he managed to pay off a large portion of their accruing expenses.

However, there was a large, completely unseen, price for all of this apparent serenity within my seemingly idyllic lifestyle. Firstly, as part of that well paid employment there were quite often periods of time where Harry’s duties required him to be away from home, to leave me, now completely alone, seemingly ‘rattling’ around in this large dwelling. And those duties were proving to be somewhat strenuous, resulting in the very real situation that if Harry has never entertained any other woman in bed, well since we became an item that is, what he got up to beforehand isn’t really any business of mine; he was nearly always too tired to ‘entertain’ me in ours anymore, on those nights when he was actually present within it.

This then being my position in life on that fateful occasion, so just what was that of my female ‘adversary’ at that moment? Stella Greenfield was just a few years younger than me, herself being thirty-eight years old as I turned forty-two, when a few months before THAT day she had purchased, duly moving into, the house across the road to ours.

And like Harry accomplished in life, especially in monetary terms, in fact she owned her own, very successful, company. She was also extremely sexy, with looks that possibly eclipsed my own, and yes, I have been truly blessed in that department. She was also clearly single.

A situation that existed purely of her own volition, for as you can all imagine she’d attracted no shortage of suitors over the years, all of whom she’d declined, most of them in a gentle and respectful manner, but there had been some rather persistent ones whom had needed to be rejected by more forceful methods. One reason for the vast majority of these refusals was quite simple, nearly of these potential mates had been of the male sex, and we were addressing a lady who much preferred sharing her bed with a fellow female, rather than any gentleman. So, these men were at a major dis-advantage before they even tried to initiate a sexual liaison with the utterly gorgeous and vivacious Stella.

However, if Stella had no intentions of entering a ‘full-time’ relationship with anybody, including the very few women who had correctly guessed her sexual orientation, preferring bedroom action of the same sort, she most certainly wasn’t above achieving several quick sexual ‘fixes.’ Provided such affairs, however brief, were ALWAYS conducted upon HER terms, according to HER rules. Including, very much, the timing and manner of their termination, naturally.

However, with the years passing away, what this lady decided is that she did indeed, want for a stable relationship in her life, but, most definitely NOT to the usual degree. For no, the occupant of this rather dubious honour would certainly not live at her address, in fact as the general world was concerned, nobody apart from Stella herself, and naturally the other woman involved would even be aware of the sexual dimension between them. And then her very astute mind calculated that I might just well be the obvious candidate for this position. Not that I had any inkling whatsoever as to her ulterior motives as Stella became part of the community.

I had become married to my Harry whilst I was still young in life, in fact I was still a teenager on my wedding day, although my twentieth birthday was rapidly approaching on that wonderful occasion, and if I have talked about Harry’s past earlier, my own, especially sexually was very limited, if not completely non-existent as I uttered the words, “I DO.”

As I have already outlined, he has never strayed at all, he has never betrayed me or the vows that he made that day. And that fidelity has been total in both directions, for despite my growing frustrations at his rapidly dwindling sex drive I too have stuck to those vows faithfully as well. I mean, that glowing reputation within the neighbourhood was largely based upon this faithfulness, a standing that I am extremely proud of, willing to protect at all costs. Like I say, your typical middle class suburban housewife.

A neighbourhood that the seemingly pleasant Stella soon ingratiated herself within, giving absolutely no clues whatsoever as to her schemes. In fact, it wasn’t long before I began to consider her as a good friend, completely unaware of her aims. About which she was extremely careful and patient, all the time simply gathering information that would assist her in fulfilling her quest. Like, as suggested above, the fact that I was determined to, above all it seemed to her, protect that hard won standing in the community. Fully realising that could prove very decisive indeed to her obtaining her objectives.

However, there was most certainly another factor present here, one of which I wasn’t fully aware of myself, or to be more accurate, one that I tried to deny, pretending it didn’t exist at all, and this was the major reason why Stella had selected me as her target for sharing her bed. For, especially with Harry’s recent reticence, I had started to wonder just what it would be like to share a bed, yes in a full sexual sense, with a fellow female, to indulge in a lesbian affair. But, as I referred to earlier, I tried my very best to supress such a notion, God alone knows what the neighbours would think if such desires became public knowledge.

Of course, being a fully-fledged lesbian herself, while I might have fooled the rest of our community, Stella saw straight through me almost immediately. This was, after all, an extremely intelligent and astute woman, and, possibly more to the point, one who was fully assessing the situation, if completely stealthy. With all of the pieces of her particular puzzle coming together nicely, we arrived at that fateful day, the one I mentioned right at the beginning of this tale, the one during which Stella actioned her plans for my seduction.

It was a Friday, with the end of the working week about to commence, mind you with Harry’s high salary permitting me the privilege of not needing to seek any employment at all this was almost academic for my own point of view. But with the company that she both owned and ran being one of those who finished at Friday lunchtime, it was that time of day when Stella arrived home. And by sheer chance, I was just returning home myself, and so was outside as she did so. I saw her climb out of her car, a brand-new Alfa Romeo by the way, not that the fact meant too much to me, but I understand it is considered quite a prestige vehicle by those who know about such matters. Like my Harry, for instance.

As usual Stella was dressed absolutely immaculately, a really stylish, and clearly expensive, leather suit, with a skirt just long enough to conceal the manner of which the sheer nylon upon her legs took the form of. Underneath the utterly beautiful jacket she was adorned in a blouse, manufactured from the finest pure Royal Blue satin. By God, she was utterly gorgeous!

Just as I’d clocked her, so her eyes observed me, and soon she cried out. “Hello there Amy, are you busy at all?”

“No, not at all, Stella. Harry isn’t due back until this evening, so once I’ve put this shopping away, I’m free for a couple of hours.”

“Smashing. Fancy a bit of a catch-up? I’ve got a nice bottle of sauvignon blanc suitably chilled, you up for a glass or two?”

Having no idea that this was to be such a pivotable moment of within my life, I accepted, just telling her that I’d be right over when I’d completed the aforementioned task. And in my state of ignorance of her intentions, I quite fancied a friendly chat over a glass of wine with somebody, whom at that point of time, I considered to be a good friend. With my shopping safely stored, across the road to her home and my fate I travelled.

Now, although I’m far from teetotal in life, I don’t indulge in the consumption of alcohol on a regular basis, in fact it had been quite some time since I had last partaken in that pleasure, and to a large degree my stomach was empty. It wasn’t long then, before the wine started to ‘work’ upon me, just as Stella had fully calculated of course. And until it did, she was extremely patient as normal, realising that there was plenty of time available to her to complete her aims.

So, in the beginning of that time within her home we did indeed have a very sociable chat, as she had put it, a bit of a catch up. But just as she had planned, as the wine began to take effect, my inhibitions began to become suppressed, and Stella’s rampant sexuality came more and more into the equation. As she had hoped for, I started to surrender to my desires, to end up in bed with this beautiful lady. Suddenly, quite deliberately, looking back I’m quite certain of that, her sheer nylon covered leg, and yes, that nylon WAS in the form of a suspended stocking, rubbed against my own bare leg, and I could resist her no more, as we saw before. However, said resistance wasn’t completely destroyed yet, and as we also have been informed, it managed to regain control over the situation and I ran, at full speed, out of Stella’s house and away from her. However, although I had no knowledge of this, the damage had already been done.

For that period of time during which I had occupied myself, and yes, she had fully clocked the bags full of shopping in my hands when she had made her offer, putting away my groceries had proved to be an utter godsend for my sexy companion. By the time I had returned to her home, enough time had passed for her to have set a real trap for the unsuspecting me. For all of the above, very much including THAT kiss was recorded, Stella had set-up a video camera, a real quality item that produced an outcome, a film of very high resolution and quality. Naturally she had ensured that the decisive action had occurred at a precise location within the room, right in the centre of the camera’s recording zone.

For while I collapsed into my living room chair, all sorts of myriad emotions running inside of my drunken mind, Stella was smiling to herself, the sort of contented smile of somebody who was obtaining exactly what they had desired from a situation. As she checked the camera’s output, once I had fled from her home, she discovered that video clearly showed THAT kiss, and in perfect focus too. She now had all the ammunition that she required to enable my full entrapment within her kinky designs. However, as I have previously described her as, Stella is very patient in regard to achieving her goals in life, and it was quite some time that elapsed before she was to utilise her ‘winning hand.’

Meanwhile, I was struggling to come to terms with what had just occurred, eternally grateful for Harry’s absence now. For even in my inebriated condition, I was fully conscious of just how exciting that kiss had been, perhaps for the first time in my life to date, becoming fully aware of just how much I could enjoy a lesbian relationship. For this kiss was just so much more than that. To my horror, or was it, I was forced to confront the very real situation that such an action with any male, including my long-term husband of course, had NEVER felt so sensuous, so exhilarating, so damn SEXY! The simple truth was, that I HAD thoroughly enjoyed it, yes, hadn’t I just? But what now?

Thank God that as usual, Harry was totally knackered by the time he did appear home, and as several hours had passed I was beginning to recover my sobriety by then. But of course, I still wasn’t ‘normal,’ I was still a complete bag of nerves, however in his tired state, he completely failed to see anything amiss. And thank the lord, he soon retired to bed, where, for once I was totally relieved that he very rapidly fell into a condition of deep slumber.

As you can all imagine I was utterly petrified at the prospect of meeting Stella again, hoping that such an occasion would never occur, although I knew that at some point it would. But when it did happen, it wasn’t yet time for her to execute the next phase of my subjection, the required conditions were not yet met. So it was to my immense relief that she apologised profusely for what had occurred, accepting the entire responsibility and blame for it, and, possibly more importantly from my point of view, informing me that I could fully trust her NOT to reveal the incident to another living soul. So much so that, although things could never again be quite the same between us, our friendship did, to a large extent, resume. I’d just have to be more careful around her in future; I told myself to be sure that alcohol never again entered into the equation. You know, I actually managed to convince myself of this!

Of course, the popular Stella was friendly towards Harry too, and it was during a ‘casual conversation’ with him, as one does, that she ascertained, very stealthy of course with him having NO idea that he was being ‘pumped’ for such information, just what she needed to know in order to forward her plans. The next occasion during which his job would require him to be absent from home, and to her delight it was to be for a full week. Right in the middle of university term time too, meaning that for that period I would be utterly alone in our house. The perfect time in which for her to strike! Which she clearly resolved to do, of course.

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Next part will be posted soon, where we start to find out just how Stella intends to use the advantage she senses she now possesses.

The next few weeks passed totally uneventfully, with Stella waiting for the week in question to commence. And when it did, this woman again displayed her outstanding level of intelligence, with her feel for just how the business world works, and let’s not forget, it’s a world in which she was a fully paid-up member. For she was fully understanding that in business events can occur and totally unexpectantly too, resulting in amendments to existing plans. Therefore, Stella made no move whatsoever on the Monday, for if Harry’s schedule did alter, meaning that he did return home, then her schemes wouldn’t be interrupted at all.

No, it was early on the Tuesday morning that my doorbell rang, with the immaculately dressed Stella, back in her gorgeous leather business suit, standing there when I opened the door, a large manilla A4 envelope within her hands. “Good morning, Amy. I’ve something here that I need to show you.”

“Really Stella? Well in that case, you’d better come in.”

I led her into the main sitting room, and as I paused to address her, she handed me the envelope, suggesting, “you’d better take a look at the contents here.”

Inside were several print outs of some photographs, ones that immediately caused my blood to freeze when I noted their subject. For Stella’s software, through which she had processed the video of THAT kiss, was more than capable of producing ‘still’ shots from the action filmed, ones of extremely high quality, and these photographs were, as you can all no doubt guess, of that sexual interaction between the two of us, in VERY graphic detail.

“Stella,” I managed to stutter, “you promised that you’d tell nobody of what happened that day,” with no doubt the very real fear that was consuming me right now, being reflected within my voice tones.

“A word that I haven’t yet broken, and I have no intention of doing so, provided that you obey every instruction that I now issue you with.”

“So, what are you looking for from me here? Money?”

“No, I wouldn’t lower myself to be so crude, besides I’ve plenty of my own, more than enough to be completely satisfied with. No, I’m looking for something a bit more personal here. Let’s get right to it, what I want here, in a word is, SEX! Cold, hard and above all, RAW SEX!”

Struggling to take in what I had just been told, I retorted, “WHAT! Are you expecting me to take you to my bed, right here and now?”

She smiled, a real sort of predatory smile. “No, no, I’ve quite a busy day ahead of me, got to ‘clear the decks’ somewhat for the day off I’ve arranged tomorrow. No, what I want you to do here is to report to my house at precisely eight o’clock this evening. I don’t really care about just what you’re wearing, any clothes that are on your body will soon be coming off after all, but I do insist that you’ll be adorned with your finest, and sexiest, suspender belt together with your sheerest nylon stockings, which will be staying on the whole time. Just like mine will be.” She then quite deliberately, lifted up her skirt, to reveal the fact that the sheer nylon upon her pins was in the form of what she’d just described, the suspender clasps holding up her stockings being clearly in view, and I must admit, sending a shiver of sexual arousal coursing throughout my whole form.

“And if I don’t?” My voice almost quivering, with a mixture of excitement and fear.

“Oh, come, come, now Amy. I’m sure that it won’t come to that, my Darling. I mean I accept that this has all come as a real shock to you right now, but deep down I just know that there’s part of you, a large part, that WANTS this almost as much as I do. But, if you are to prove so stupid as to refuse me, well I’ll just have to arrange for these photographs, oh together with the video that they are part of, to become, how shall I put it, subject to a somewhat ‘public’ viewing. I wonder just what Harry would make of them, let alone your colleagues in the local Woman’s Institute, for example? I can’t imagine them being too impressed. Although they might be a little amused, don’t you think?”

I was almost shaking by now. “No, please Stella, please don’t let anybody else see these!”

“Well then, you know exactly what you have to do to now in order to prevent that. Eight o’clock then, and don’t be late, I can’t stand unpunctuality! I’ll see myself out.” And with that she was gone, just like that, leaving me simply standing there, with the incriminating ‘evidence’ still within my hands, unable to move for a while with a mixture of extreme horror and rising arousal within me. Just what was happening here?

As I calmed down, beginning to become able to process coherent thought again, it suddenly dawned upon me just how true that speech of Stella’s had been, yes, I did want just what was now clearly ahead of me. A night, and maybe more than just that, as I began to realise the full significance of her informing me that she had booked the next day off, of rampant lesbian sex with this utterly gorgeous woman. And all of it in the manner of her choosing, she would, very much, be conducting this particular ‘orchestra.’ As my pussy began to become both wetter AND hotter, almost to an uncontrollable degree at the prospect. Yes, she’d been completely correct, I DID want this now, didn’t I just?

Because this abstinence of Harry’s had, unfortunately, been for quite some time now, since well before THAT kiss, the trigger point for me of the situation that Stella had now placed me within. During such time I had almost forgotten just how it felt like to be aroused, to feel desired, to feel wanted. Which lusts Stella clearly exhibited, even if the sex that she ultimately planned for me was to be conducted entirely to her tune. And, in a way, that made her anticipated activity even more alluring, even more exciting. I ceased to look backwards, beginning to look forwards instead, actually licking my lips at the thought of just what Stella had in mind for me now. Particularly as I had complete faith in her word to keep this entire affair strictly between the two of us, yes, I wanted to be hers now, but not at the cost of my unblemished reputation!

The rest of that day seemed to pass in such a ‘blur,’ as first I attended to the various household chores, not that they occupied much time, with no children about and my husband being absent yesterday, the house was already in a very presentable state. I made my evening meal very early, I wanted to completely clear my body of any ‘waste material’ before I reported for my ‘appointment’ with Stella, nothing like the need for a sudden toilet visit to dampen any ardour, is there? And I scrubbed myself clean, as much as I could within the shower, before giving my body the slightest ‘whiff’ of my favourite fragrance, hoping it was to Stella’s taste.

But it was attending to Stella’s demands that I be suspender clad for her summons that caused the greatest feelings of regret within me. For I hadn’t adorned myself in this manner for quite some time, sadly recalling the positive effect of me wearing stockings upon Harry’s libido during the early years of our marriage, wondering if it was now impossible to return to those heady days. Making me almost more determined to fully enjoy Stella’s attentions. Hoping, possibly against all expectations they would form some sort of ‘re-birth’ within me, I guess.

I’d almost forgotten just how to place my legs within sheer nylon, so long it had been since I had last done so, but a bit like riding a bike, the art never completely leaves one, and eventually I had them covering my pins, my best satin suspender belt holding them up, a quick glance in my bedroom mirror confirming in my own mind that, yes, I’d still ‘got it.’ Not bothering to even fit either a bra or panties, just a simple two-piece track suit over the top, with some open type ‘sandal type’ shoes on, come the appointed hour off over the road dividing our two homes I set, ready as I ever would be, to my fate, clearly to be utterly ravished by the vivacious Stella.

Almost at the exact time as the clock was due to strike the hour cometh the specified time, I went to press Stella’s doorbell, but as I proceeded to do so, the door opened, and her voice rang out, in an excited tone, although I couldn’t actually see her. “Welcome Darling, nice to see that you’ve shown me the respect enough to be here exactly at the precise time that I stated. Please come in.” Rather gingerly I crossed the threshold, to now be able to clap eyes upon her, standing to the side of the entrance, dressed in a very chic and stylish satin dressing gown.

Having allowed me to pass through, her hands now, completely separately, performed two tasks. One pushed the door shut, meaning I was now fully trapped within her ‘lair,’ said door closing with a significant ‘clunk’ type of sound. Meanwhile, her other hand undid the belt of her gown, which she then allowed to drop to the floor, revealing the fact that she was almost naked, the only clothes upon her were, just as she had promised, a very sexy suspender belt and the sheerest nylon stockings that I had ever clapped eyes upon. Thus, she simply stood there, in ALL her glory, asking, “like what you see?”

DID I? Yes, maybe her body had lost the real raw appeal of youth now, but to fully compensate for that she simply radiated with a sexuality that comes from experience and acquired knowledge. To put it bluntly, she was simply utterly gorgeous, and as my pussy became even wetter than it was already, if that was at all possible, I completely realised that if I hadn’t fancied her beforehand, which of course I had, well then, I bloody well did now!

“Stella,” I finally managed to stammer, “you are absolutely stunning!”

“Why, thank you. If you’d care to follow me, it’s time to peal off your own apparel and for me to sample the ‘goods on offer’ here. Although I can see by your feet, that you’ve put your legs into nylon just as I suggested. Good girl, you know it makes sense.”

She led me into the spacious living room, pointing to a spot in the middle of the available space there, commanding, “stand still right there, and put your arms in the air!” I did so, and the reason for this command soon became abundantly clear, as it enabled her to remove my track suit top, immediately clocking that there was no bra underneath. “Good girl, I see that you’ve already entered into the spirit of the occasion,” she almost purred.

“Now the bottom half.” As Stella pulled down the suit’s trousers down my legs, fully observing that I had completely complied with her orders regarding my adornment, and although my stockings weren’t possibly as sheer as her own, she was more than satisfied. I had to raise my feet, one by one, to enable her to completely remove the jogging bottoms, but once she’d done so I was now simply ‘dressed for sex,’ just as she was. And feeling completely ready for just such activity, oh yes, every part of my body just tingled now with glorious anticipation!

And now was the time for the true nature of just how the general manner of such action would be undertaken and believe it or not it was a revelation that turned me on yet higher. “Hands behind back!” Stella had in her own hands a bondage tie, as it dawned upon the already excited me, that she intended to take me into her bondage, I was about to become her complete carnal captive!

Within seconds of Stella commencing that process it became crystal clear to me that this was a lady who knew exactly what she was doing, unsurprising really, as not only was Stella extremely accomplished in life in general, but she was also very experienced in the partaking of bondage sex activities, particularly with HER performing the tying up! The resulting bond with which she’d captured me was totally secure, being completely inescapable, but at the same time utterly safe, not being too tight for instance and posing no threat to my blood circulation at all. Which was just as well really, for just take a guess how quickly the blood was flowing throughout my veins right at this minute? I mean, I seriously doubt if a combination of Max Verstappen, Lando Norris AND Oscar Piastri could match it for pace!

Excitement that was simply ramped up as a soft voice echoed around one of my ears. “YOU ARE COMPLETELY MINE NOW! Mine for as long as I wish you to be, and there’s absolutely NOTHING you can do about it, is there?” As if I wanted to escape from what this ultra sexy woman intended for me now, of course!

Stella moved around to be frontally facing me, and as her fingers started to play with the nipples of my, firm and ample if not extremely large tits, she verbally increased the sexual tension within the room even further. “You really are a very sexy woman Amy,” and as I alluded to earlier, she spoke nothing but the truth here, even if I wasn’t quite up to her outstanding standards, “and do you know that I’ve really dreamed of this moment from the very first time that I clapped eyes upon you. In a little while I’ll be taking you up to my bed, to which I will securely tie you to, but let’s have a little ‘foreplay’ down here first, um?” Well, you’re the boss here, the one running things, I thought to myself, not arguing at all within my mind at her suggestion.

I was soon to discover that Stella’s ‘preparation’ of my tit nipples had a purpose, oh didn’t it just? For having succeeded in making them stand fully erect, almost unnoticed as my mind was too busy processing her verbal outgoings, she then suddenly stopped, seemingly pleased with the state she had induced them into. Ceased, in order to fetch the implement of the torture that she now intended for me, and yes, I’m sure that you’ve all guessed correctly, that meant nipple clamps. Quite vicious looking ones too, and unfortunately, they proved to be just as painful as they appeared! Two short, sharp stabs of agony resulted as Stella clamped each one upon my breast extremities, and what definitely didn’t help here, is that as soon as she had ensured that they were in place, Stella gave a little ‘tug’ to the chain that linked them together, sending yet another spasm of very real pain in my direction. BITCH!

Thankfully she stopped that particular torture as it was time for the next stage of my subjection, I was about to lose my ability to see. For Stella now fetched a blindfold, and it didn’t take at all long after she’d covered my eyes to realise that this, as is the case with ALL of her gear, was a real quality item, the sort that allows no light whatsoever to penetrate, plunging my entire world into TOTAL darkness for just as long as she wished it to.

“On your knees Darling, it’s time for you to start earning your place here. And, by the way, from now on until I, and only I, say otherwise, it’s MISTRESS Stella now, or simply Mistress. Understand?”

I immediately ‘got it,’ fully accepting that this demand would add a new, exciting, dimension to this game of hers. “Yes, Mistress Stella.”

“Good girl. Right, lick me out, NOW! Bring me to orgasm!” It was time to get this ‘show on the road!’

Will it surprise any of you that I’d never tried cunnilingus in life before, I mean Harry doesn’t actually possess a pussy, mind you it had been SO long since I’d looked ‘down there,’ he might have developed one in the meantime! But I do of course, and although I was struggling to remember just how it worked, because it had been a while since it had seen any ‘action,’ I soon located Stella’s clitoris. She had moved forwards as to present her sexual organ to my mouth, remember I couldn’t see anything now, thankfully hair didn’t get in the way as to my delight, Stella was completely shaven ‘down there.’

And despite that aforementioned inexperience, it was soon clear that my actions were beginning to take effect, as my Mistress’s gentle moans of pleasure soon started to ramp up in terms of both volume and intensity while I continued to play with said ‘clitty’ orally.

Suddenly her verbal emissions became a piercing shriek, almost primeval in nature as I succeeded in my task of bringing her to climax, her whole body shaking, but thankfully she pulled herself backwards, sparing me from having to taste the vast majority of her juices. It must have been a damn good one, even to the blinded me it was obvious that ecstasy had FULLY taken her within its complete grip, because it was quite some time before she was able to say anything coherent at all!

When she finally was, “well thank you SO much Amy, God, I NEEDED THAT! But grateful as I am, you have yet to open your ‘account’ as it were, and we can’t have that now, can we?” She gently assisted me back onto my feet, informing me, “I think it’s time to move up to my bed, where you will be able to join in the fun!” And then she cleaned away the limited amount of her sexual juices that had penetrated my mouth, and by a quite exquisite method too. By subjecting me to a kiss, which took no time at all in becoming a fully blown ‘snog!’ Just like the one that had started all of this a few weeks ago, but unlike as on that occasion, there were absolutely no regrets on my behalf!

With Stella gently guiding my bound and blinded body, up the stairs and into her bedroom we proceeded, said room utterly dominated by her large and luxurious bed, covered in the finest black shimmering satin, totally unobserved by the blindfolded me, of course. In fact, the very first inkling that I received regarding this extravagance was when Stella laid me down on my back on the wonderful surface of this item of her furniture.

With her sitting me up, or as much as she could, remember my arms were still bound behind me at this stage, I felt Stella surrounding both of my ankles with more bondage ties, before spreading my legs apart, beginning the process of fastening me to her bed, as two ‘snap’ like sounds announced her securing the other end of those ties to the corner solid bedposts at the outer extremities of the lower bedframe. My imprisonment to her bed had commenced!

Now came the only real possibility of jeopardy for her in this whole process, for she needed to briefly untie my arms, but let’s be realistic, with my legs already tied down, just what were my chances of escape, even if that had been my aim here?

“Can I trust you here, Darling? For in order to tie your arms to the bedposts I now have to, temporary, release your wrists. You’re not going to try to escape at all, are you?”

“Oh no Stella, oops, sorry I mean Mistress Stella, I’m not even considering escape from what you have planned for me now, I fully intend to enjoy it too much.”

Thank you, Darling!” With which Stella did release my arms, only to fetch another tie, to go with the one already there. Two more ‘snaps’ completed my total descent into her captivity.

“Now then Amy, my Darling, you are completely at my mercy, of which I intend to grant you absolutely none of whatsoever, as I’m about to fit my strap-on, with which I’m to shag you into utter oblivion, backwards, forwards, and any other direction that I care to consider! And the best news is that there’s nothing, that’s right, NOTHING that you can do to stop me in any way at all. So, prepare yourself to be shagged right into the middle of next week!” Pure music to my ears, as you can all imagine.

However, instead of then fetching her ‘tool’ as she had promised, she laid herself down on the bed, beside me rather than on top of me. “But before I attend to all of that, first let me first repay the orgasm that I presently owe you. You gave me mine, so skilfully I might add, with your tongue, but you’re going to have to settle for just my fingers here. Mind you I really hope that you enjoy it as much as I did when it was my turn.” As her digits sought out, and successively regarding their allocated task here, discovering my own ‘clitty!’

Maybe Stella has a part-time role as a magician, because believe me, it was pure magic that her fingers were inducing here, with my bonds preventing any real movement of my body, so I had to lie there and ‘take it.’ Make no mistake, this fantastic woman knew exactly what she was doing, making me wonder if the fire brigade would need to be summonsed, as she was making my pussy SO hot. And then my climax hit home!

Boy, didn’t it just! OK, so just maybe it was because of the long period of time since I had sampled any sexual pleasure, I mean Harry and I had enjoyed a fully active sex-life in those earlier days, but to be honest I really think that I’d never ‘sexperienced’ one that was just SO intense, just so outstanding beforehand, not that I was capable of rational thought at the time! Wave after wave of pure pleasure, of unadulterated exhilaration, were sent crashing throughout my bound body, with no possible way of it avoiding just what this outstanding sexual operator was inflicting upon it.

And if my torturer had any thoughts of giving me any respite here, she soon dismissed them, as her magic fingers kept up their assault, fully proving that I was one of those fortunate females capable of a multi-orgasm, which Stella was completely subjecting me to here. In fact, it was only when I was in danger of not being able to breathe that she finally relented.

Once I had calmed down, a process that took some time I can assure you, Stella lifted the blindfold, however she left it lying upon my forehead rather than removing it completely, suggesting that it would see more use before long in this equation. “Well Darling, that was a very good starter, as it were, but now we’re going to sample the ‘main course.’ And if you thought THAT was utterly delicious just wait to taste what I’m going to put you through now!”

Stella climbed off the bed, went over to a chest of drawers, withdrawing her ‘weapon’ form within one of them, her large strap-on, which was at least eight inches in length, with quite a wide girth too. And it was quite clear that it extended inwards, part of it was to be positioned within her own pussy and mounted upon this part was a little ‘attachment,’ designed to rub against her clitoris. “What, you don’t think it’s fair that I get to join in with all the fun?” She taunted me with as she strapped the harness holding her ‘tool’ into position, obviously taking a large degree of care to ensure that small ‘attachment’ was in the correct position.

Once more Stella mounted the bed, but this time she climbed on top of my bound form. And, just as I fully expected, as her lips once more attacked mine, my world resumed its totally black outlook, as back into position went the blindfold. Not that I really noticed, as Stella finally placed her ‘cock’ into my soaking wet pussy. UTTERLY DELICIOUS!

She simply held it there for some time, allowing me to fully savour the luscious sensation that it was at home there, that this location was precisely where it belonged. But if that feeling was absolutely wonderful, and it was be assured of that, it was nothing compared to when Stella began the ‘motions of sex,’ her cycles slow at first, gradually accelerating until she was pumping me at ‘full throttle!’

And if I’d begun to believe that the visit of ecstasy upon myself that Stella’s fingers had produced was my most exciting one to date, I soon had cause to revisit that assessment upon being subject to her strap-on. For after some period of a few minutes during which her motions had caused my positive emotions to simply skyrocket, ecstasy paid me another visit, oh God, didn’t she just? At almost the same moment, that little attachment, playing its games with Stella’s clitoris, caused her to also give my partner her attentions too!

Therefore, it was TWO screams of pure pleasure that filled Stella’s bedroom, two bodies shaking uncontrollably, well in the case of mine as far as both the bonds that held it and the fact that her mass was lying on top of me allowed, as orgasm took full hold of both of us.

And here’s the thing. If my partner here had been male, my Harry for example, his penis would have started to become limp once it had ‘given’ me its seed. But Stella’s cock was artificial, it was made from silicon, not flesh, obviously no such ‘shrinkage’ occurred, it remained as rigid as always, and thus she was able to almost instantly continue her actions, thus keeping us both inside of ecstasy’s firm grip. Indeed, it was quite clear that it was only because SHE could no longer cope with the outstanding effects of her pumping that caused her to cease her motions!

However, her lips were immediately upon mine again, subjecting them to yet another uncompromising assault, with possibly even more passion beforehand, yes, hard to believe that was at all possible, isn’t it?

“WOW! Cor, if your tongue opened this particular ball in real style, well that was nothing compared to what you have just given me, and I get the real feeling that you enjoyed it too. But if you think that I’m now satisfied, well think again Darling Amy. I’m FAR from finished with you just yet!” And there would definitely be NO complaints from me forthcoming concerning that particular statement, you can rest fully assured upon that question!

As I fervently hoped for, and rather expectantly, Stella proved to more than capable of backing up those brave words with her abundant sexual skills and remember we didn’t have to endure any annoying periods of time where a male’s ‘batteries’ would need to ‘recharge,’ for instance. No it was a time period of over an hour before Stella, VERY reluctantly, was forced to halt proceedings, keeping us both in a state of almost constant sexual exhilaration had finally drained away her levels of stamina, and to be honest I was virtually spent myself by now, remember though, she had been the one doing the majority of the physical work here. Yes, at this stage the sweat was pouring off BOTH of our physical forms.

As she lifted, with her this time fully removing the blindfold, Stella found enough energy left to give me another kiss, although it was possibly lacking a little in passion terms compared to her earlier efforts. And then she set about the task of releasing the bondage of my body from her bed. At last, I could move again, not that I wanted to leave the presence of this fantastic lady just yet.

“Now you can simply call me Stella again, instead of Mistress, and do you fancy a coffee or maybe something stronger? I realise that you probably told yourself never to drink alcohol with me again, but boy, could I do with a drink now, or what?”

“Funnily enough I had resolved that, but I guess it’s unimportant now, so I’ll gladly join you in a drink.” So downstairs to the kitchen we went, to be facing each other across Stella’s kitchen table, large glass of chilled white wine in each of our hands as she addressed the matter of just where this blossoming relationship went from here.

“Despite how much I’ve enjoyed myself tonight, more than I have for a long time, if ever before, and certainly wish to again, Amy, I’ve absolutely NO intent here of destroying your marriage here, and taking you away from Harry, a thoroughly decent man, who I greatly admire and respect, and despite the present state of your sex life, I sense that you still truly love.”

“Yes, as you state in spite of everything, I still do, like you say he is a really decent man.” And I ‘poured my heart out,’ actually reducing myself to tears, as I described our present lack of bedroom action, leaving nothing out!

Now Stella became a friend again not a sexual partner, as she took me by the hand. “It’s probably reached the stage where he’s now scared of your reaction IF he was to make a move, he’s possibly really embarrassed by the situation, just not sure of how to find a solution. But this is now the twenty-first century girl, who says it has to the responsibility of the man all the time to initiate things in the bedroom? When is he due to return?”

“Friday afternoon Stella. He’s then got the whole weekend at home until he returns to work on the Monday morning.”

“Well, I suggest that you take him to bed on the Saturday night, with him not needing to get up for work on the Sunday morning. And simply ask him to ‘make love’ to you rather than any passionate rough stuff, you can leave all of that to me now! Reassure him that you would gladly partake in the gentle caresses now, the loving touches the soft rediscovery of each other’s bodies, without anything too strenuous at all, and hopefully you will allow yourselves to re-light the spark between the pair of you. What have you got to lose?”

“Nothing Stella. Makes sense, it’s certainly worth a try.”

“Atta girl! Because make absolutely no mistake about this, I will NEVER make love to you, any relationship between us will simply be based upon LUST and never LOVE. I fancy you, yes, and I so much enjoy having you as my ‘sex slut’ but that is ALL you will ever be to me. If you wish it, then shagging you half to death is now my role in life, but loving you is completely down to the decent and honest man that you married.”

Stella then released my hand, stood up and proceeded to fetch her lap-top computer which she switched on. Opening a directory, clearly showing those files, the ones of the photographic evidence of THAT kiss between us, in both in both still and video form. Then, making sure that I was fully observant of this action, she hit the button marked ‘delete,’ meaning, as I could clearly see, the files starting to dis-appear, one by one. “Now I’m going to have to ask you to trust me Darling, but I give you my word that I don’t have those files ‘backed up’ at all, on a U.S.B. stick for example. So, my hold upon you is now gone, if you want to get up here, put back your clothes back on and simply leave, then I’ll make absolutely no move to stop you at all. No move whatsoever, but I will be bitterly dis-appointed, mind.”

“No Stella, that’s not what I want at all. While yes, I fully agree to and accept your terms here, and thank you for that very sensible suggestion regarding Harry, one which makes complete sense and I WILL action, I want, no I need to be your utter helpless slut, I need you to take charge of me, subjecting me totally to your lust!”

“Good girl, oh you’re in for some very torrid time in my hands, starting tomorrow, as I think I did inform you that I’ve booked tomorrow off from work, well the business sort anyway. Because I’m going to be very busy tomorrow at my new task in life, reducing you to a quivering, utterly exhausted wreak, one tied, as you will be on all future occasions, to my bed, with your power of sight removed from you. So, for the rest of tonight, I very much suggest that you get all the rest and sleep that you can, because, make NO mistake, you’re going to NEED it. And if I don’t actually trust myself to sleep in the same bed as you, I’ll be in the spare room, because you will be free to move to obtain the necessary rest, don’t imagine for one moment that you’re going to be free of me, because I’m going to be locking you in the room!”

She now subjected me to another kiss, which once again was full of passion and desire, before ordering, “up those stairs with you then, and by the way, it’s now Mistress Stella again!”

“Yes, Mistress Stella!” Rising to fully comply with my latest order, up the ‘wooden hill’ and into her bedroom, apparently my prison cell now, I proceeded.

When we reached said room Stella appeared to be quite friendly again, but she was just attending to some practical matters. “Now then slut, this room has a full en-suite bathroom facility, should need it, and I’ll get you a spare flannel, toothbrush and towels. If you wish, and I do recommend it, take a shower in the morning, and as you need to remove your stockings and suspenders, which to be honest could do with a wash now, you’re perfectly welcome to replace them with some of mine that you’re find in that drawer over there. Because, be utterly sure of this, on EVERY occasion that you become the property of my rampant sexuality, your legs WILL be coated in sheer nylon! Without exception.”

Fetching a fresh belt and pair of stockings, because Stella was clearly going to perform the same suggestion that she had made to me, she attended to all of the above tasks that she had outlined above, as well as placing down a bottle of fresh water, that I was invited to partake in the consumption of if I so desired. Stella, having made a point of withdrawing to key from her door lock, then passed through the entrance to the room. Shutting the door again, and I could hear her activating the lock from the outside using said key.

Meaning I couldn’t leave this room now. I was trapped inside, the helpless prisoner of this insatiable lady, her pet, her plaything, her complete sex toy now, one for her to play with, come the ’morrow, in which ever way that she alone chose to. With me having NO say in just how matters would evolve come the arrival of tomorrow, where it was crystal clear that I was due to become Stella’s utter sex slut again. Just as I WANTED to be, of course!

Having managed to obtain that full night’s sleep that I so badly needed, due I guess, to a combination of Stella’s soft and lovely bed together with the state of utter exhaustion that she had reduced me to, I accepted her kind offer of using her shower come the morning, to indeed revive myself within it. And I was just drying myself off after doing so, when a knock upon the door announced that Stella had also risen from her slumbers in her spare bedroom. “Are you decent, Darling?”

“I’ve just showered Stella, sorry Mistress Stella, and am still completely naked at the moment.”

I heard the key turning in the door’s lock. “In that case, I’m coming in right now slut. Don’t put yourself in any nylon now, I’ll do it instead. Just stand still with your arms behind your back,” as the door opened, and into the room she stepped. Picking up one of the bondage ties that had held me so comprehensively to the bed yesterday, proceeding to bind my arms together behind me, in her normal totally secure but utterly safe manner.

I noticed that, just as she had suggested, even though she was now going to undertake that task herself, she had changed the nylon upon her own legs, after she had showered too. But although she had grabbed these fresh items yesterday, as I had stated, in my tired state I had failed to notice that these items weren’t the normal black, but in the hue of bright Royal Blue. And as she ordered me to stand myself right in front of a tall mirror, so too were the equivalent items that she now planned to adorn me in. “You see Darling, I was born in the city of Leicester, and as I herald from there, being a bit of a football fan, I naturally follow the team of that city, the Foxes. So, both of us are going to celebrate that fact today, although it must be said that Leicester City’s performances and results of the last few seasons aren’t exactly worthy of any rewarding at all.”

“I don’t really follow football at all Mistress, although Harry does, even if to a limited degree, I mean he doesn’t actually go to matches or anything like that. But weren’t Leicester City the Champions a few years ago?”

“Ten seasons ago, now my dear Amy, oh what I wouldn’t give to return to those glorious days? But never mind, WE can put on a Champions performance today instead, can’t we?”

“Yes, Mistress!”

“Good girl, that’s the spirit! Once I’ve put you into these, well the bedsheets are also going to need to be changed after yesterday’s activities and yes, I do have some in both satin and bright blue, in fact even today’s blindfold is of that shade. But for now, let’s get you ready for sex!”

Firstly, Stella placed the beautiful suspender belt around my waist, joining it and then rotating it so it was in the correct position there. “Slightly left your left foot!” After I had complied, it soon became covered in sheer nylon, after which I was told to replace that foot on the ground and lift my other one. Which underwent the same fate. With both of my feet now back on terra-firma, Stella simply moved the stockings up until stocking met suspender, upon which event she fastened the clasps joining one to the other. Now went on that blue blindfold, although one more Stella left it remaining upon my forehead, not covering my eyes just yet.

So, I was fully able to watch as Stella replaced that shimmering black satin sheet currently on her bed, now of course rather spoiled with all of the sweat, as well as other bodily fluids, resulting from yesterday’s antics, with a fresh, clean one, in shimmering blue satin this time, just as she’d informed me. She also changed the matching pillowcases from black to blue, again manufactured from the same luscious material as the sheets.

Now the bed was ready, and having undone the bondage of my wrists, the clear instruction of “GET ON THE BED!” echoed around the room. Naturally I complied, I mean I WANTED this, spread eagling myself out before Stella felt the need to order me to. And now this utterly meticulous woman began the process of securing me to the bed, and God, even the new bondage ties, that she pulled out of her lingerie drawer were now Royal Blue! With the blindfold still residing upon my head, I was fully as able to observe as my imprisonment commenced with Stella tying my left arm to the corresponding bedpost, and I found that it was just such a thrill to see my freedom dis-appearing bit by bit.

Stella moved around her bed, stopping at each corner to capture the limb there, so by the time that she reached the head end in order to take command of my second arm, my legs were already within the state of imprisonment. Another beautiful ‘snap’ sound accompanied the completion of the ‘job,’ again I now utterly belonged to the bed, and as I was owned entirely by her, so by default now, was I.

Just maybe this gorgeous lady hadn’t attended to EVERY detail, because with my sight not yet denied to me, I was able to view as she buckled herself into the harness of her strap-on, and I noticed that THIS was not blue, it was the normal black, or a VERY dark shade of grey to be totally pernickety. Never mind, I told myself, I was far more concerned about the completely positive effect that resulted from her use of this implement than its appearance, anyway. As if I could see it once it was just where it belonged, inside of my pussy, even if Stella had no intentions of placing my eyes underneath that satin covering.

Not that she had any intentions of that. After she had climbed ‘aboard’ as it were, I could feel three things happening, all actions that just ramped up the sexual tension here. The first was Stella guided her implement ‘home,’ yes, she gently inserted her strap-on into my pussy, which was so wet by now that one probably could have floated a battleship within!

The second was her luscious lips engaging with my own, and as usual it was an act conducted with real passion and menace. And the last? My eyes becoming covered with satin, and if one was to ask why I’d merely felt rather than actually saw the last of Stella’s behaviours now, it was simply down to the fact that I’d closed my eyes, as I normally did, whilst the gorgeous Stella was kissing me!

The undeniable fact was that, once more, I was completely helpless within the utter grip of Stella’s monumental sexuality and make no mistake she was unleash its full power upon my bound body again. Boy, wasn’t she just!

She kept me there for two periods of over an hour each during that momentous day, one session in the morning, and one after a much-needed period of rest and recuperation for both of us, in the early afternoon. And during that period in between the bouts were the insatiable Stella simply ravished my body, I was kept firmly tied to the bed, her utter captive still, although she did, one by one, release each of my limbs, moving them around a little before re-capturing them, in order to offset cramp creeping into the equation.

A day that had succeeding in lancing a major boil within my life, but although Stella made it absolutely clear that while she, very much, hoped for a repeat, and to my utter delight on a regular basis, my primary relationship in said life was my marriage to my wonderful husband, who I DO truly love. And she repeated her suggestion that I coax Harry back into the ‘marriage’ bed, fully making it clear to him that I do not require any frantic action from him now. After all, I have an alternative source of just that available to me now!

And my Harry responded in just the perfect way, when I took my mentor up on her advice. As she had correctly guessed, the situation between us now had reached the stage when both of us just didn’t know how to break the stalemate that we had allowed to develop, and so the most overwhelming emotion that he displayed was probably sheer relief at my offer to do precisely that. And I’m delighted to say that the ‘roadblock’ between us in bed has now been completely removed, even if any action is never of the ‘rough stuff’ anymore. I don’t even feel the need to wear stockings in bed with my loving husband, and he definitely IS that, make no mistake.

Now, if you all remember that right at the start of the telling of my story, I had described my life as seemingly idyllic, well now I truly believe that the word ‘seemingly’ can now be fully dispended with, even though real life does obviously throw up its daily challenges, but they always appear so small now, so easily solvable in this new chapter of my existence.

For I now have my marriage ‘back on track,' I now can share my life again with my fantastically hard working, honest and decent husband, to whom I am completely devoted to.

Yes, I do accept that there is some deceit here displayed by me in my antics with the insatiable Stella, but those activities exist for one purpose only, to fulfil a particular ‘need’ in life of mine that Harry simply cannot. And as she fully insists, Stella is completely unwilling to cross a certain ‘red line’ in our situation here, she is very careful not to allow our relationship to become anything more than simply carnal, it a union purely defined by sheer lust, with love not permitted to enter the equation at all. And we are addressing a woman who is very discreet, nobody apart from the two of us knows everything about what we get up to. And we only ever play our games when Harry is absent on business, thank goodness that happens on a frequent basis now.

Because be totally assured about this, Ladies and Gentlemen, in the pure excitement and exhilaration stakes, NOTHING beats the sound of those delicious ‘snaps’ as Stella is fastening my limbs to her bedposts, thus ensuring that within the immediately following period of my life that I am no longer a ‘suburban housewife,’ the am purely and simply,






Such as right now in fact, Stella has just finished the task of tying me to her bed!