Terri Asked to be Bound (M/F), part 6

[FrustratedBinder]

Those reading along through the previous five parts of these stories already know that Terri was curious about bondage and asked me to tie her up. After some discussion, we agreed to meet once a month until she grew tired of the experiment. We had also established ground rules, such as prohibiting me from touching her crotch area or removing her panties. The experiences were not about BDSM, humiliation, or pain. She merely wanted to experience inescapable bondage. As I explained to her, I didn’t think she would feel helpless until I teased or fondled her while bound, which we agreed was acceptable – and desirable.

I wanted each session to be different, so that she would eventually determine what kinds of bondage she preferred – if any. From her reactions to the first four sessions, she was finding being bound and teased very enjoyable. In part 1, I tied her to a chair and manipulated her ample, but not overly large, bosom until she experienced an intense nipple orgasm. In part 2, I tied her in a frog tie and allowed her to wriggle around the room, attempting to rest her girl parts on a wand-style vibrator on the floor, but I turned it off before she could experience an orgasm. In part 3, I tied her spread-eagled on her bed and tickled her to complete exhaustion. In part 4, I bound her in a unique tie facing a pole instead of with her back to it. In part 5, Terri had asked for a slight modification to her rules that would allow me to stimulate her clitoris with a vibrator, while still prohibiting other touching of her girl parts, and kind of penetration, or removing her panties. (I would never let her change the rules in the middle of a bondage session; this had to be agreed in advance.)

For this sixth session, I asked Terri to arrive in something that made her feel sexy, and that I planned to tie her in her street clothes. I was somewhat surprised at her choice, but I had to admit, she looked amazing. She wore a light gray wool suit with a knee-length pencil skirt and a jacket with a short peplum over a pink silk blouse. Knowing my penchant for them, she wore taupe stockings with a seam up the back. It was only later during the session that I realized these were stockings with a garter, not pantyhose. She finished her outfit with black patent leather pumps with one-inch heels. During her previous bondage sessions, we had enjoyed some older black-and-white movies, so Terri had arranged her hair in a vintage “victory flip” style. All in all, she made a lovely picture.

I had a different bondage in mind for this session, but I decided to modify my plans and save that bondage for next time. She smiled at what must have been an almost comical expression on my face when I opened the door. “I’m glad you like my choice,” she said, taking her seat at the kitchen table for our traditional pre-bondage cup of tea and discussion. She admitted that it had really taken her two days to recover from the intense waves of orgasm she had experienced in our last session. We concluded that just the wand alone would not have been enough to create that response. It was the combination of bondage, which made her helpless and horny, the extended “foreplay” with the more petite remote-controlled vibrator, and finally the “edging” that led up to the orgasms that made it so intense. I told her that this session would likely be less intense; although, I hoped it would be just as pleasurable.

I began the bondage by using soft, pink, cotton rope to tie her ankles, below her knees, above her knees, and high on her thighs. Each tie was cinched between her legs, making it difficult, if not impossible, for her to wiggle loose. She hadn’t managed to do so yet. I also used a short piece of rope to tie her shoes to her feet so she wouldn’t be able to kick them off during her bondage.

“Would you like to take off the jacket before I tie your upper body?” I asked.

“Yes, please. With all the struggling you make me do, it might be too warm.” When she removed her jacket, I saw that the silk blouse was form-fitting and that her erect nipples showed nicely, even through her bra. The bondage was working its magic on Terri.

I stood behind her and had her clasp her hands together. Several loops of rope, cinched snugly, made her helpless. To improve the helpless feeling she enjoyed, I wrapped several loops of black electrical tape around her interlaced fingers, so she couldn’t work a knot even if I accidentally tied one close to her fingers.

She made a surprised squeak when I picked her up and carried her Fay Wray style into the basement. I set her near the pole I had installed and used in a previous session.

“How far can you bend over?” I asked. “If you weren’t tied up with your hands behind your back, are you limber enough to touch your toes?”

“I do Yoga,” she replied.

Holding her hips to ensure she wouldn’t fall, I asked her to bend as far as she could. While bent over, I inched her to the pole. I used two-inch-wide leather straps to fasten her now upside-down torso to the pole. I wrapped the straps above and below her upside-down breasts. These ran around her body and arms and around the pole, and I made them very snug. She was held against the pole, and her arms were pinioned to her side. I used another strap to bind her tied wrists to the pole as well. I then used another coil of rope to tie her ankles about a foot from the pole. I didn’t want her to lose her footing, collapse, dislocate her shoulders, or hurt herself.

I stood back and admired my handiwork. She was doubled over, thrusting her fanny into the air. This position hiked up her skirt, revealing bare thighs over her seamed stockings. Lying my hand on her derriere, I asked, “Terri, how do you feel? Is anything too tight or uncomfortable?”

She thought about it a moment, wiggling to test the bondage, and then responded, “You have done a great job of making me feel utterly helpless and vulnerable without pain.” She bent her knees a few times, accentuating her lovely fanny. She could only bend them a little, or the straps holding her to the pole would become uncomfortable. I had thought about applying a crotch rope, which was a gray area in her rules, but I thought the way she was bending her knees and pumping her fanny, she might be able to give herself an orgasm, and that would not do.

I caressed her thighs and rear. Then I knelt next to her and played with her breasts. They felt unusual upside down. I began by gently teasing her hard nipples by rubbing my fingertips back and forth across them and running my fingers slowly around her areolas. From time to time, I gave them a slight pinch. I liked the little surprised squeaks she made when I did this. I massaged her breasts, which were getting harder and harder. She began to moan softly and turn her head back and forth. I really enjoyed the feel of her ample, but not overly large, boobs through the silk blouse.

“You know, in this position, I have easy access to your girl parts with the wand.”

“And I hope you avail yourself of that opportunity,” she replied, her voice having a tinge of pleading.

“But that would be too easy,” I joked. “You look beautiful, and I am really enjoying watching your wiggle your lovely fanny in the air, but I am not sure I am going to let you have an orgasm this week.”

“What?!”

“You had so many last time, I think you’re paid forward for the rest of the year.”

“Please don’t do that to me.”

“Instead of the wand, I think that during today’s session, the way I will let you know you are helpless is to spank you. I think your beautiful rear needs to be punished a little for giving me impure thoughts.”

“Oh, no,” she sighed. Now, S&M and pain were not part of our deal, but light spanking was allowed by her rules. In the past, I had used a soft beginner bondage riding crop to lightly swat her fanny to make her hop, while tied, around my family room. The intent was not to cause any real pain but to make Terri feel helpless to stop me from doing something to her that she didn’t like.

“But, you look so pretty in this position, I don’t know if I want to spank you now or let you think about it for a while. I am going to go upstairs and take care of some chores. I am not going to gag you. I am a bit concerned about this position. I want you to shout the safe word if there is any pain or discomfort. Okay?”

“I understand, but please let me have an orgasm.”

I laughed as I headed toward the stairs. “Terri, you are becoming quite horny. I thought you were a nice girl.”

“I am a nice girl,” she insisted, “I told you, I’ve never had sex. Please! I deserve pleasure, not torment.” She made several violent tugs against her ropes and straps.

“I’ll tell you what. If you can get loose by the time I come back, we’ll use the wand. If not, we’ll use the riding crop.”

She whimpered as I walked up the stairs, “That’s not fair! You know I can’t get loose.”

“Yes,” I chuckled, “But it is very fun to watch you try. You have just the right amount of jiggle in your butt and boobs.”

I really was concerned about her hurting her arms, so I sat at the top of the stairs. Upside down and facing away from the stairs, she did not know I hadn’t abandoned her. Frankly, I really enjoyed watching her writhe her rear in her vain attempts to get free. She moaned and grunted, and occasionally she mumbled something I assumed was unladylike.

As she struggled, her silk blouse became untucked from her pencil skirt and fell around her arms, revealing her filmy, but not sheer, bra. Upside down, her boobs threatened to pop out of the cups, but I never got that lucky.

After half an hour, I came back down the stairs. “I promised you a spanking if you couldn’t get loose,” I taunted. Dramatically, I hiked her skirt up, revealing sexy, white panties. They were opaque in the front but sheer in the back. Her buttocks tensed, anticipating the spanking. I caressed her fanny. “Are you ready for your spanking?”

“No,” she whined.

Before she realized what was happening, I had released the three straps holding her torso and arms to the pole. I helped her stand back up. She got lightheaded, and I had to hold her in a bear hug to make sure she wouldn’t fall. I rather enjoyed that! I did my best to fix her hair, which had gotten mussed in her upside-down struggles. I tucked her tight, silk blouse back into her skirt and smoothed everything out.

Her wrists and legs were still tied snugly. I backed her against the pole. I wrapped the two-inch-wide straps to secure her to the pole, above her breasts, below her breasts, around her waist, and above her knees.

“This is a more traditional pole tie,” I said, “Before I had you facing the pole… How are your hands? Nothing is numb or painful.”

“No, everything is fine,” she replied. “It does feel good to be upright again. That was an amazingly helpless and awkward feeling.”

I offered her the red ball gag, and she readily opened her mouth. As mentioned in previous parts of these stories, after I buckled the gag in place, Terri could probably spit it out, but she seemed to enjoy it.

She had a gleam in her eye when I produced the wand-style vibrator. I had purchased several rolls of “bondage tape.” This product adhered to itself but didn’t stick to other things, leaving no residue, and was easy to remove after a session. I lifted her skirt and placed the bulbous end of the wand snugly against her clitoris. I made many turns of the bondage tape around the wand and her thighs, but not the pole. This held the vibrator firmly in the best position to stimulate her. When I was done, I lowered her skirt again. The vibrator was barely visible under her clothing, just a little bulge through the wool skirt over her most sensitive parts. She looked lovely tied to the pole in her sexy and stylish street clothes.

I wrapped a blindfold across her eyes.

“I haven’t decided if I am going to turn on the vibrator,” I told her. “I don’t think you tried very hard to escape earlier. I’m not sure you’ve earned an orgasm yet.” She pleaded through the gag. I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, as her breathing got deeper and her breasts rose and fell alluringly. She tried to squirm away as I pulled the blouse open, revealing the filmy bra. I fondled her boobs and teased her nipples for several minutes before walking away, without rebuttoning her blouse, leaving her to enjoy her bondage.

For weeks, I had been planning to go through some boxes in the basement to get rid of some clutter. As I rummaged through the boxes, I sorted items into keep, donate, and throw away. Every few minutes, as I passed, I tweaked her butt, which made her squeak, fondled her boobs, which made her growl, or teased her nipples, which made her moan and wiggle. Being blindfolded, she was always surprised. As she began to relax, I made a point of passing by and teasing her. Each time, she asked me to turn on the vibrator. She tried being sweet, sensual, and demanding. After a while, I pulled down the cups of her filmy bra so that her breasts spilled out. Then I worked on her nipples, gently, teasingly. Her chest began to heave, and I knew she was quite aroused. That’s when I would return to my work, saying something like “I don’t think you’re trying hard enough to escape.” This elicited several minutes of frantic, sometimes angry, struggling.

After keeping her on edge for almost an hour, I removed the gag and let her drink some water through a straw. “Thanks,” she said and then quickly added, “Please turn on the vibrator.”

“Do you mind that I pulled down your bra?” I asked, ignoring her request.

“There’s nothing I can do about it, if I did mind. I do enjoy the way you play with my breasts while I am helpless to stop you. The way you tease my nipples is both erotic and irritating, but I have to withstand both at the same time. Being molested by you really enhances my feeling of being tied up.”

“I enjoy it too; although, I am not sure I like being called a ‘molester.’ ” I reached under her pencil skirt and turned the vibrator on its lowest setting.

She let out a gasp as her whole body tensed. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“I expect to see you try harder to escape, or I may be forced to turn it off.”

I interrupted my work to watch her writhe, enjoying how her boobs and fanny jiggled as she convulsively stiffened and relaxed. She did strain against her bonds, but she didn’t really want to get free. She was not having an orgasm, but she was getting close, and she did not want the sensation or the bondage to stop. I massaged her bosom and buttocks as she became lost in the sensations created by the wand.

After a lot longer than I expected, she cried out, her body stiff as a board as she strained with all her might against the ropes and straps. She let out an extended moan that I thought would bring the police. As she was recovering from an intense orgasm, I flipped the switch on the vibrator to the next higher level. A few moments later, she did it again. Her body stiffened, she strained, and she screamed, and screamed, and screamed. With each scream, her body convulsed repeatedly, her bosom bouncing and jiggling. I turned off the vibrator, and she hung limply in her bonds. I spent the next twenty minutes wrapping up the work I was doing in the basement as she moaned and wriggled sensually.

I pulled the cups of her bra back over her boobs and rebuttoned her silk blouse. Leaving on the blindfold, I carefully unstrapped her from the pole, but I left her hands and legs bound. I removed the bondage tape and the vibrator. Her girl parts were damp through her panties. I lifted her over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes. As I climbed the stairs, on each step I gave her fanny a playful swat while she tried ineffectively to protect herself with her bound hands. When we reached my family room, I untied her hands, helped her on with the jacket, crossed her wrists in front of her, and retied them.

By this time, her breathing had returned to normal. I placed her in a padded chair and secured her with two straps, similar to a seatbelt. That’s when I removed her blindfold. Sitting on the arm of the chair, I tried to fix her hair. She looked lovely, bound to the chair, with her bound legs bent demurely.

“Was that okay?” I asked, genuinely concerned that she had thoroughly enjoyed the session. I think you only came twice.”

Her voice was a bit gravelly from her screams of ecstasy. “Three times I think, but they were very intense.” I gave her a sandwich. She tried to feed herself, but with her wrists crossed and bound, she was having difficulty. I sat next to her and hand-fed her, giving her an occasional drink of water through a straw. As I did so, I gently caressed her hair, trying hard not to mess up her vintage hairdo. She smiled at me appreciatively. “Thank you for another very enjoyable bondage.”

I left her bound to the chair the rest of the morning as we chatted and watched an old black-and-white movie on television. I was really beginning to enjoy these sessions as much as she seemed to.

Terri adds:

Wow! Being bent over so my upper body was upside down was an exciting experience. Having my rear and pussy thrust in the air like a bad girl awaiting punishment really added to my feeling of being helpless and vulnerable. I really wanted him to work the wand over my girl parts in this predicament, but of course, that would have been too soon. He is quite expert in drawing out these sessions so that I am desperate for sexual release but not release from my bondage. I am eager to try being suspended upside down now, but he mentioned wanting to tickle me again in that position, which has left me petrified in a playful way.

He asked me to come in an outfit I thought was sexy. At the end of our sessions, we often watch a movie while I remain tied. Those movies are usually black-and-white rom-coms with nothing to do with bondage. I decided that the business suit with the pencil skirt and the silk blouse would be something he would find sexy, more so than something from Frederick’s. I was right. The look of adoration on his face when he opened the door made me feel sexy and appreciated.

Though he has seen my naked breasts before and has definitely felt them, I still feel shy about them. When he unbuttoned my blouse, instinctively I tried to turn away. That seems a bit strange after all the things we've done, but it is my natural reaction to him exposing my boobs.

I had enjoyed the previous pole tie. This more traditional pole tie was equally enjoyable. He told me later that I was tied to the pole with the vibrator pressed against my pussy for about an hour. The way he teased me without turning it on made me incredibly horny. When he finally turned it on, I prayed that he would not turn it off and on to tease me. As I was building to an unbelievably intense orgasm, I kept expecting him to turn off the vibrator. That sense of anticipation heightened the experience and made the final series of climaxes just that more intense.

I collapsed against the straps that held me to the pole, working desperately to catch my breath. It was some time before I was breathing normally again. I really felt helpless as he carried me upstairs, swatting me playfully, and had to feed me because I couldn’t do it myself. If this had been some S&M or humiliation experience, he probably would have made me grovel on the ground and eat the sandwich like a dog. But that wasn’t what either of us wanted. I relished the way he gently caressed my hair while he fed me, even though he was messing up a hairdo I had worked hard to get right from some pictures on the Internet. He did an awful job putting my breasts in my bra, but I appreciated his attempt, even though they weren’t in the cups comfortably or appropriately.

As we watched a movie together, I became more convinced than ever that he was lonely and scared I would leave as soon as he let me loose. I knew he would untie me when I asked, but I think we both enjoyed hanging out together with me tied snugly. Eventually, I had to ask him to release me so I could use the bathroom. To allay his fears, I stayed for a while afterward. He had a sad smile on his face when I finally went home.