Stories of Tie Up Games

Ladies and Gentlemen, just a quick note about this next tale of mine, for it contains an element of a situation that i fully recognise should NEVER occur in real life. OK, so my muse here is pure FICTION, where nobody gets hurt, but please, NEVER do what i do within this tale, never leave somebody bound and gaged completely unattended. Thank you.




I smiled to myself, for I was deeply satisfied, as I began the process on untying the ropes that held my new girlfriend to the bed. Yes, I had just enjoyed a long and vigorous sex session, with her tied spread eagled to said bed, unable to resist me in any way, or prevent me from simply using her body for my sexual gratification. Mind you, judging from the noises that had emerged from her mouth during the process of me half shagging her to death, she’d thoroughly enjoyed just what I’d put her through, many a scream of pure ecstasy had emerged from her lips during the last couple of hours or so. Betraying the fact that she’d delighted in the whole ‘sexperience,’ and please believe me I certainly hoped so. As she climbed off of the bed and half walked and half staggered to the bathroom, I told myself just how lucky I was to have met her, her beautiful long and shapely legs encased within the sheer nylon of the stockings I’d placed them in, once I’d securely tied her to her own furniture. Wow, she was absolutely gorgeous and for that period of time just expired, she had been totally and utterly mine!

Mind you there would be a price to pay for all of this pleasure. You see, as part of the deal between us, in return for me tying her up and then shagging her to my heart’s, or should that be my cock’s, content, I’d agreed to let her return the favour, as it were. Obviously, that wouldn’t occur right here and now, I’d shagged her until I was completely spent, and she wasn’t much fresher, it would no doubt occur tomorrow night, but as they say a deal is a deal. And if I was completely honest, I was quite looking forward to the prospect of being hers, helpless in this extremely sexy lady’s power, with her ravishing me and there being nothing I could do to prevent her from inflicting her considerable sexuality upon me.

However, as I walked back into her bedroom on that next evening, with a massive smile, of sexual anticipation upon my face, it was clear that there were some unexpected aims on her mind. Aims that had NOT been discussed between us, or most certainly not agreed with.

For her legs were totally bare now, no stockings upon them. There was, however, a pair of them lying on the bed, together with the suspender belt that she been put into last night by me. It rather looked as if she had the intention of putting my legs into them tonight, although I had doubts about being forced to wear female clothing that wasn’t what concerned me the most here. For lying right next to these items was the implement that did frighten me, a very long, together with a large girth, silicon strap-on!

“Darling, take your clothes off please, and then lie yourself down on my bed, face down.”

“Why? This isn’t what we agreed at all! Sure, I’m happy to let you tie me up and shag me in the conventional sense, I’d fully agreed to that, and still will happily do so, but not this! I don’t recall this being part of our deal at all.”

“Yes, as a matter of fact it was. You consented to allow me to tie you up in any way I chose, didn’t you? So, please get on with it.”

“Maybe so, but of course I had no idea it was going to be quite so kinky! You got me to agree on false pretences, didn’t you? Legally they call it misrepresentation, I believe. Now, I’m perfectly willing to let you have your wicked way in the normal way, a deal is a deal after all, but no! I’m not going to agree to do things this way!”

“So, what you’re saying is that you are going to rat on me? You’re going to break your word?”

“If you insist on this, then yes. Although, like I say we never discussed or agreed on precisely this, so no I’m not breaking any agreement here. But, as this is clearly what you have in mind here, I think I’d better leave right now.” I turned around, and as I started to head out of her flat, I heard her scream.

“WORM! Don’t think for a minute you’ll get away with breaking your word to me!”

As it was a Saturday evening, instead of heading home I instead went to my local pub, where I drowned my sorrows with a couple of pints of a traditional English real ale. It was a shame I told myself, young Amy was, as I said before, utterly gorgeous and sexy, I had enjoyed myself immensely with her on that previous evening, and had believed and hoped that I would do tonight, but under her control on this occasion. But not like this? I wouldn’t have been quite so annoyed if she had, in fact, raised the matter beforehand, actually asking me, but no, she’d tried to trick me into it instead. Yes, THAT rankled. After those few pints, I headed home, under the impression that obviously the matter, like the relationship with Amy, was over and finished. As for that threat she’d screamed at me as I left her home, well did she know me at all? Where I lived for instance? Our whole relationship had been very short, after all what could she possibly do to fulfil some twisted desire for revenge she might possess? It was quite possible that we’d never see one another again, she actually lived on the other side of town to me.

After a quite depressing weekend, yes I was truly gutted how Amy’s deception had the effect that it had on me, added to the fact that my favourite football team had been thrashed 0-4, I was actually quite pleased, no I think relieved is the correct word, to have to report for work on the Monday morning. Ok, so work is work, and not many people, including me, do it out of choice rather than financial necessity, but although I hadn’t been in my present position of employment for long, I did to a large extent find my job quite challenging and enjoyable.

A good and satisfying day of work followed, which did to some measure cheer me up and lift the ‘fog’ from me. But as the working day approached its end, the boss, a very good-looking, no, actually damn sexy, woman in early forties named Sylvia Adams asked me to accompany her to her office.

As we stepped into her abode, she invited me to sit down, before locking the door! Sitting opposite me with her desk in-between us, which I noticed was totally uncluttered, she fixed me with an unwelcoming stare. “Do you like working here, for me?”

“Yes Sylvia, I do.” She had told me from the first time I met her that I, and all her employees, were welcome to address her that way.

“Good. I was rather hoping that you’d feel that way. And you have performed some very good work in that short time, I will readily admit. But, as you haven’t been here for over two years yet, legally I could dismiss you on the spot if I so choose. Understand?” ( btw, this is a true situation within the U.K.s employment legislation. Until one has been working within continuous employment for the stated period of two years, workers basically have NO rights, and can be dismissed instantly and without due cause.)

“Yes Sylvia,” fear being to take hold of me now, but I couldn’t recall any mistake I’d made at work, and I was very punctual in terms of timekeeping and absence. “May I ask just what you consider I’ve done so wrong as to warrant such a question?”

“Nothing within these four walls, like I said earlier your work is good, no, the matter that has been brought to my attention occurred outside of these premises, and not within work time.”

This was now beginning to worry me. Surely this couldn’t be connected to what happened between Amy and myself, could it? Meanwhile Sylvia kept on staring intently into my eyes. “Right, if you want to keep your job here, I’m going to issue you with some instructions, and I suggest that you will obey every one of them if you wish to continue working here. Got it?”

“Yes Sylvia.” Wondering just what she had in mind for me.

“Good. Because I’d imagine it would be quite difficult for you to pay that mortgage on your new home, if you lose your job here, wouldn’t it?” Paralysed by fear to such a degree that I couldn’t actually speak, I simply nodded. Meekly.

“Right, now we’ve got that all out of the way, to business as they say. Stand up.” And once I’d done so her voice rang out again, issuing a command that totally took me by surprise. “STRIP!”

“What?” I actually uttered in reply, certain that I’d misheard.

“You heard! Take off your clothing, ALL of it! NOW!” So, I hadn’t misheard then. “Or I sign THIS,” showing me a document that I could clearly see was headed ‘Termination of Employment.’

I obeyed, rather reluctantly, as I’m sure you can all imagine. What was going on here? Yes, I know that earlier I described this woman as extremely beautiful, a completely accurate statement, but surely not here and now in her office? Why go to all these lengths, why hadn’t she simply have asked me to go to bed with her within her own home, and you know what, I’d almost certainly have said ‘yes.’ We are talking about a stunningly sexy woman here.

But her next actions and words REALLY shook me to the core and made no sense at all. She pulled some sort of holdall bag from under her desk, opening it and removing a small cushion, which she basically threw at me. “Put that on the edge of the desk, lay down resting your midriff upon it, and then stretch out over the desk. NOW!”

What? But I did obey, goodness knows, just what she was up to here? It didn’t take long to find out, as her hands returned into her bag again, this time emerging with a couple of, what looked like, because they were, silk dressing gown belts. Swiftly Sylvia securely looped my left wrist with one of them, and before I knew it, had tied it tightly and completely inescapably to the top of the desk’s legs. Before I’d had any time for this action of hers to sink in, she’d moved across and my right arm found itself bound to the opposite leg on the other side of the desk. I had been captured and was now helpless within her hands and power. But why? I would soon find out.

“Now then I think you’d agree that you’re rather at my mercy here, eh? But I will be shortly going home, wearing nearly all the clothing that I am now. No, you’re going to left here, although I haven’t finished with you yet, for the person who your recent actions have offended so much. Put it this way, I don’t like people, whether in a business or personal sense, who promise something to another person, and then don’t deliver. Which is what you did!”

So, this DOES involve Amy then, but what connection does she have with Sylvia? Oh, and the next items to emerge from Sylvia’s holdall confirmed that Amy was definitely behind this, the very suspender belt, and presumably the same stockings that she’d intended to place my legs within the other night. An action that Sylvia carried out, right here and now, before two more silk ties were employed to tightly fasten my ankles to the other two desk legs. Meaning I was thoroughly and totally inescapably secured to this desk now, in my boss’s office.

Next, I was treated to the rather amazing sight of this sexy woman, removing her leather skirt, and using some sort of vibrating wand to play with herself, but having her skimpy satin panties still in place. Still, she succeeded in bringing herself to quite an intense climax and let me tell you it was quite a sight, as her body shook and gyrated, while ecstasy claimed full hold of her, not to mention the piecing scream that emitted from her orifice!

Unfortunately, as was soon to realise that there HAD been an ulterior purpose to all of this, as Sylvia then removed this now soiled garment, and I noticed that she’d fed the suspenders holding her stockings up underneath said panties. She now had another destination in mind for them, yes, I was going to be gagged and silenced. I did contemplate refusing to open my mouth but realising that in the long run such an action would be futile, I made no attempt to thwart her aims for them. In they went, overwhelming my sense of taste, and to a large degree that of smell too, with this gorgeous woman’s sexual scent! To be tied in place, making it impossible for me to eject them.

Having replaced her skirt around her waist, Sylvia blew me a kiss, she then placed all of my clothes within her now empty holdall, before clarifying the following information. “Well, goodbye now, I’m just off home, I’ll be here to release you in the morning. In the meantime, I’ll leave you in the tender care of my office cleaner, who I believe you are aware has the given name of Amy. But what you did NOT know when you betrayed her, is that she is my daughter. Don’t worry she’s about to give you her FULL attention, and I don’t suppose that she’s in any mood to show you any mercy. Just so you know, she’s studying for a degree in the nearby university, the flat she lives in, rent free, is owned by me, and cleaning these premises for me gives her a little spending money. Well, ciao then, see you tomorrow morning, after Amy has completely ravished you in any way that she chooses!” With that, taking her bag with my clothes inside, Sylvia departed, leaving me just adorned in just stockings and suspenders, securely tied to her desk, ready for her daughter’s idea of what consisted of fun.

It was actually over ten minutes before Amy made an appearance, time during which, I’m sure will surprise nobody, I tried my very best to test out Sylvia’s bondage abilities. Only to discover that she sure knew her rope work, these bonds of hers were solid and totally secure, there was absolutely no escape available to me, despite my best efforts. By the time her daughter did emerge through the office door, I’d largely given up, by now resigned to my fate.

“Well, well, look who’s here? I must say mother has definitely excelled herself, hasn’t she? And just who’s been trying to escape from her trap, eh? To no avail, I see. Well, sonny boy, you and I have some rather unfinished business, don’t we? What, cat got your tongue?”

Then she clocked that I was gagged. “Ah, that rather explains your reluctance to answer me. Nice one mum! Are those her panties in there? And did she cum in them first?” Of course I didn’t reply, after all I couldn’t speak, but the look on my face must have told Amy all she needed to know, because she burst out with, “oh mum, I really am quite impressed! I never knew that she was quite this kinky. But I fully approve, be a bit of an insult to her to remove them now, wouldn’t it?” No Amy it wouldn’t, but naturally I couldn’t state that, and I believed that if I could have conveyed this opinion, it would have only increased Amy’s determination to leave me with Sylvia’s soiled panties stuffed into my mouth!

Amy now teased me some more by gently guiding her hands over my legs, coated in very sheer nylon of course, and as much as I didn’t wish it to, this action of hers felt utterly delicious, a sensation which transferred itself to my cock, that responded in the natural manner, much to my captor’s total delight. “Well, at least somebody seems pleased that I’m here!”

With that Amy’s hands stopped rubbing my nylon covered legs, one hand clamped itself around my cock, whilst the other starting ‘playing’ with my balls. Suddenly she started to pump my member, slowly at first but rapidly accelerating. With the inevitable effect, but she was here to punish and not to please me. With an almost impeccable sense of timing Amy ceased her actions just before that delicious point arrived, leaving me totally pent up with unfulfilled sexual energy, that had not been released. No doubt if my mouth hadn’t been filled with her mother’s underwear, I’d have screamed out with sheer frustration!

“Ah, does somebody want to cum? Listen good sonny boy, you’ll only get to cum IF I allow it, didn’t I warn you that you’d pay for breaking your word to me, and that time is now! You are mine, MINE, for me to do just what I want to you now, how I want, and for as long as I want, with there being nothing you can do to stop me! So, just lie back as it were and enjoy the ride!”

With that Amy walked around until she was standing on Sylvia’s side of the desk, within my line of sight, very provocatively. “Well Darling, it seems that you totally ready for what I’m going to do to you, but I, myself, am a little, overdressed, aren’t I? I’d better rectify that state of affairs if we’re going to get down to some serious sex, hadn’t I?” A totally rhetorical question, of course, she was going to do what she was going to do, without any need of any sort of permission on my behalf. Just part of her teasing, naturally.

Exactly like her mother had been, Amy was wearing a delicious leather suit, and she deftly removed the jacket, twilling it around before casting it aside, making a real show of doing so. Then she unbuckled the skirt, wriggling out of it in a manner that any professional stripper would have been very proud to have performed thus. Now she moved forward, until her body was only about an inch from my face, as she undid the buttons of her satin blouse, one by one, before unpeeling that, tossing it away as she’d done her jacket. She stood in this same position, so close to my face, as she reached behind herself and deftly undid the clasp of her satin bra, flicking it away, before inching even closer, trapping my head within her ample tits, as she ‘wobbled’ them either side and against my head!

Again, like mother like daughter, Amy had fed her suspenders under her panties, which meant, after she’d taken a step or two backwards, that she didn’t have to disturb the former as she removed the latter. As she now stood still holding them in her hands, “I had thought of putting these into your mouth, but mother has rather beaten me to that pleasure. I’ll have to come up with another suitable location. Ah, yes….”

Within a moment Amy revealed her alternative position for them, over my head with the gusset, the place where the smell of her sexual arousal was at its strongest, right against my nose! Sure, she hadn’t cum in them like Sylvia had, but believe me, I got a real ‘whiff’ of just how turned on she was by now.

It was time for Amy to prepare for the real purpose that she’d persuaded Sylvia to help her set me up for. She reached into the bag that she’d bought with her, pulling out the same strap-on, the sight of which had triggered this whole scenario some seventy-two hours earlier. “Yes Darling, unfinished business. You are now going to be PEGGED!”

Once it was in position, including its little attachment rubbing against my captor’s clitoris, Amy pulled a tub of lubricant out of her bag. “Now, although this whole evening is about me punishing you for breaking our agreement, there is one thing that I need to point out. I have NO intention of putting you in any real danger here, or doing you any permanent damage, OK? I do know how to use one of these, and I’m fully aware that plenty of lube is essential.”

Actually, not only did I believe her, I felt quite reassured that she wouldn’t compromise my safety and welfare. Sure, I knew that I wasn’t in her good books, and I was facing a very torrid time, completely helpless and totally within her hands and power, but I had this sense that I would emerge undamaged at the other end of her intentions for me. Yes, I was utterly hers, she was here to punish me, but I DID feel that I could trust her. Something that managed to diminish the real fear that coursed through my body at that precise moment of time.

Mind you her next actions restored some of that sense of terror, if not in any physical sense. For she stood in front of me, her mobile ’phone within her hand, and clearly switched to camera mode, as she smiled, “let’s have a little piccie of just what we have here, eh Darling?” In fact, she took several snaps, from all sorts of angles, showing my dilemma in lots of different ways. “Oh yes, there’s some really graphical shots here. Enough to cheer me up on a cold winter’s evening, if my spirits need lifting. And I’m sure that mother will enjoy them too!” No doubt Sylvia will, my mind told me, but hopefully nobody else would. Surely, you can understand my very real sense of fright here?

Fear that became increasingly intense as the reality of Amy’s next move hit me. Having put her ’phone away, now she reached for another shortish length of silk tie. Which she skilfully wrapped around my balls and the base of my, still fully erect, cock. For I knew precisely what the consequence of such an action was. All of the time that this was in place, and I had no means to untie it myself of course, my body would be prevented from obtaining the sexual release that I fully craved by now. Amy could do what she wanted to me, safe in the absolute knowledge that I’d be unable to cum.

As if to restore some of that reassurance, Amy came back into my line of sight, where she made quite a point of coating her ‘tool’ with some of that lubricant. Then carrying the tin of that substance, she disappeared behind me again, and it wasn’t long before she began to penetrate my anus with, first one, then a bit later two of her fingers, both smothered with lube which she gently applied within my organ. She was fully aware, she informed me, that as far as anal sex was concerned, I was very much a virgin, and the distinction of taking my anal cherry was heading in her direction.

Now, I could feel the tip of her strap-on probing the entrance to my anus, and the lubricant that she’d placed upon it, conforming that she did have my safety in mind, and was going to keep her word in this respect. Add this to the fact that her initial penetration of me was conducted in a very slow and gentle manner, as Amy did indeed, claim the aforementioned anal cherry. But she was being as careful as she could, especially as she pushed her cock through my sphincter. It rather appeared that she’d certainly done her homework, something that again diminished my fear. If only she hadn’t put that tie on ‘down there,’ who knows, I might have even enjoyed what she was going to do to me!

Now Amy had fully penetrated me, she held her tool in this position for a few seconds, and to my amazement it did feel good. I was beginning to understand the delights of pegging, because I will readily admit, it’s something I’d never considered before. Please Amy, please release my tools! But how could I pass this message on to her?

Mind you, she was somewhat occupied at the moment, as she, slowly and gently still, began to withdraw her cock, only to then re-insert it. Thus, her cycles began, with Amy accelerating the action, until she was really pumping me, with that strategically placed tie holding my spunk back and denying me the pleasure that her cock’s attachment bought to her! For suddenly she froze, screaming at full volume as ecstasy completely took full hold of her!

Following this by the one thing that females can do, and males cannot, having multi-orgasms without needing to wait. For no sooner had she finally calmed down form this particular high, she immediately pegged my arse with full vigour, and it wasn’t long at all before she came again, and judging by the volume and intensity of her screams, to an even more pleasurable climax than the first one!

Although she now did wait for roughly ten minutes now, after this break she resumed this all-out assault upon my bound form, treating herself to several more bouts of ecstasy, before, breathing rather heavily, her hand reached down towards my own neither region, and at last she undid the tie that had prevented me from joining in the enjoyment of her pegging.

Not only that, but when after a few minutes she returned to the attack, this time as she pegged my anus with the utmost vigour, she pumped my cock at the same degree of intensity and frequency! NOW, I found out how pleasurable being pegged by a determined female could be, as her normal screams filled the room, now my own body was overwhelmed by waves of utter pleasure and fulfilment, as my spunk shot out of my cock, with a speed and release of sexual tension that I’m sure it had never done so before. But then, such tension had never been built up within me for so long before.

Once she’d calmed down again, Amy bent down, placing her mouth right next to one of my ears. “Well Darling, I consider the dept that you owed to me completely and utterly paid. I’m totally satisfied with what you’ve given to me tonight, and I believe it’s time to call it a day, as it were.” She backed up those words with an action, as she removed those scented panties of hers from my head, although, to my chagrin she left the pair of her mother’s still within my orifice.

“Well, I’ll be off then,” as she replaced her discarded clothes back onto her form, and then withdrew another cushion for her bag, which she placed under my head. “I suggest that you try your best to obtain some sleep now, mother will release you in the morning.” And then she was gone, leaving me still helpless, tied securely to Sylvia’s desk, in a state of total capture to this item of furniture.

Whilst my own body hadn’t worked anything like as much as Amy’s had over the period of time where she had totally dominated and humiliated me, her exertions had eaten into my stamina, therefore I was able to descend into the realms of sleep, quite deep sleep to be honest, with was just what my situation required. Sleep that lasted for a good few hours, until the early morning, as light was beginning to enter through Sylvia’s office window, it was late Summer, so this was still some time before the factory opened for ‘business,’ that season of year also explaining why my almost naked state had not been a problem in terms of body temperature during this night of my imprisonment within this room.

It was the sound of the key turning in the office door, yes, not only had I been left inescapably tied to the desk, but Amy had also locked me in when she’d departed, that disturbed my slumbers. In walked Sylvia, however both the manner in which she was dressed, together with the fact there was no sign of the holdall containing my clothing, suggested that my ordeal at the hands of this mother and daughter combination had not come to a conclusion, just yet!

For the very few items of clothing that this utterly sexy woman was adorned in were clearly intended to simply emphasise that point. Underneath the stylish, almost see-through, dressing gown that covered her body, I could clearly see the absolutely stunning satin basque that she had dressed herself in. With the suspenders at the bottom of this beautiful garment attached to very sheer nylon stockings that she’d placed upon her legs. She looked utterly amazing!

Now, whilst I fully appreciated this example of pure natural beauty that stood in front of me, I began to question just what her motives and intentions were here. I mean, she wasn’t even wearing any panties, her pussy, glistening with the juices of sexual anticipation, exposed in clear view. While the location of one set of those items was explained, still stuffed into my mouth of course, seriously, is anybody suggesting that this relatively wealthy lady only possessed ONE example of such clothing?

Sylvia very quickly informed me that the suspicions starting to float around my head were completely correct. “Good morning, Sweetheart, I understand that you thoroughly entertained my daughter last evening, she’s already informed me that she’s completely satisfied with your efforts, so now it’s MY turn. Once I release you from my desk, which I will do shortly, I’m taking you back to my home, where I’m going to tie you securely to my bed, and shag you, conventionally you’ll be pleased to hear, for the rest of this working day. Oh, obviously I’ll be giving you complete permission for not actually being present here, and although I’m going to make sure that you DO give me a day of hard labour, it won’t be in the normal form!” OH MY GOD!

It was abundantly clear that Sylvia meant every word. Firstly, she placed a blindfold over my eyes, totally removing my power of sight, and then she untied the first of my arms from the table’s leg that it was bound to but made no move to untie the loop around my wrist. Instead, she now secured this tie to the point of the suspender belt that I’d been put into, just where the actual suspender was linked to the belt itself. Meaning that particular arm was still subject to bondage, I could hardly move it at all. Swiftly Sylvia performed the same action with my other arm, and although I was therefore still within captivity to her, at least now I could, quite painfully after such a long time, raise my upper body to be standing upright.

Now Sylvia completely released me from her desk, by untying my ankles, before guiding me, blindfolded remember, out of the building and into the passenger seat of her car. After strapping me in with the normal safety belt, she, very loosely and in manner that didn’t impede my ability to breathe to any dangerous degree, covered me with a thin sheet, enough to keep me out of sight to any outsiders. Before plonking herself into the driver’s seat, igniting the engine, and driving us both to her home.

A journey that lasted roughly half an hour, although it seemed far longer to me, sightless and almost feeling the heat of my companion’s smouldering sexuality, being emitted by her as she drove us towards my somewhat unusual fate. When she’d succeeded in reaching her planned destination, she opened her garage door, and drove inside, meaning that we were completely out of sight of anyone another than the two of us. Well just Sylvia really, her blindfold was very effective!

Unseen then, my new captor guided me, through the connecting doorway, from the garage and into the house itself, up the stairs and entering her luxurious bathroom, where I was, rather unceremoniously plonked down upon the toilet, where she invited me to do my ‘business!’

Having emptied both my bowels and bladder, I then was forced to endure, possibly the most humiliating experience of my entire life as this lady, my boss don’t forget, wiped my backside clean and washed my cock and balls. In fact, as I stood again, my employer then proceeded to give my whole topside a good clean, washing away, to a large extent, the sweat that her daughter’s activities had induced last evening. She also finally removed that pair, was it the only one after all, of her panties from my mouth, and after I’d allowed myself to take some deep breaths of fresh air, assisted me to refresh said orifice, and give my teeth a good clean.

Only now did she lead me into her large bedroom, placing me onto the satin sheet that her large bed had been placed into. Guiding me into a central position, she now produced some more longish silk ties, looping my ankles, and tying my legs to the outer bed posts of the solid and secure lower bedframe. Now her strategy of imprisoning my arms singly in bondage to the suspender belt showed itself to be a smart move, for it meant that she could, and did, release them one by one, stretching the respective arm, upwards and outwards, towards the corner bed post of the corresponding upper bed frame, before imprisoning each limb to both of her bedposts. Using the remaining tie on each side, to also fasten the hand on the end of each arm too, probably unnecessary sure, but this was a very shrewd operator we were talking about here, one who wasn’t in the habit of taking undue risks in life!

That was it then, now I totally belonged to Sylvia’s bed, and therefore by default to the lady herself, and just guess what her first action after achieving this delicious state of affairs, well for her anyway, was? To release my legs! Then peel off the stockings that they were covered in, and the suspender belt that they’d been attached to. However, there was a purpose to this action, almost like a hospital nurse, Sylvia then thoroughly washed and dried my lower body, as she’d done my upper part a minute or two ago. Now my entire form was both fresh and clean. Which did feel rather good. Sylvia also lifted, not removed completely note, suggesting that it would be placed back over my eyes later again, the blindfold, meaning that even if on a rather temporary period, my sight was restored to me. My legs were also free of female lingerie, at last!

Or were they? Sylvia headed for a chest of drawers, opening one which I guessed, correctly as it turned out, was her lingerie store, her hands emerging holding another satin suspender belt and sheer nylon stockings, although these were of the hue of bright scarlet as opposed the previous black items. So, what, I was clearly heading to the humiliation of being forced to wear clothing intended just for the female sex, once more. And if I was right about the future re-employment of Sylvia’s blindfold, then just what difference did the colour of said lingerie make? And just what change in the utterly delicious feel of these items, as I privately admitted to myself even if I’d never do so publicly, did this colour revision signify?

Having ordered me to close my, for now unfettered legs, together, in order to for her to position this red belt into its correct location around my waist, Sylvia placed each of my feet and ankles into the sheer red nylon of the stockings. Now she ceased this particular task, their fitting, only returning to complete it after spreading my legs apart, returning my body into an inescapable spread eagled bondage form again. Yes, once more I was fully imprisoned to Sylvia’s bed, and this time I reckoned that I’d be staying in this situation for quite some time, until Sylvia herself chose otherwise, like I say a point of time in the distant future. Something that did occur now however, was Sylvia now finishing that unfinished business, sliding those stockings up my legs, and attaching the clasps of the awaiting suspenders.

Now she stood back, admiring her handiwork as it were, before she addressed me. “Can I trust you to stay silent for a little while Darling, or do I need to gag you? I’ve a call to make.” I nodded my affirmative answer to her question, and she took my word for it that I’d not lied.

Pulling out her mobile from her bag, I saw her select a number from the list of her contacts, and when the call was answered she spoke. “Hi Bob,” her second in command, “Sylvie here. I’m not feeling too bright, so I’m going to spending the day in bed. Oh, and not just me, I met young Russ in the newsagents whilst I was getting some lozenges, and he looked in as bad, as if not worse, shape as me. So, I ordered him not to report for work, and spend the day in bed too,” actually winking at me as she made that statement. What possibly did you mean Sylvia?

“So, make a note that his absence today is with my full permission and authorisation please, and whilst I know he’s not been with us for over a year yet, he’s done some superb work recently, so give him full sick pay.” Bob must have issued some reply for she listened for a while instead of speaking, after which she resumed, “ciao then, hopefully I’ll be in tomorrow!”

And then, under her breath, and having ensured that she’d terminated the call, “unless I have so much fun today, that I want to take it into tomorrow!” Smiling at my bound form, a VERY dirty smile, it must be said. But then, she could afford to. There I was completely bound to her bed, my body entirely her property by now, she could do anything she wanted to me and there was nothing I could do to stop her!

However, I’ll readily admit I wasn’t sure that I wanted to even if that was an option available to me. Sylvia put her ’phone away, almost floating over to the bed, with me securely tied to it, and gently lowered herself on top of my imprisoned form, her soaking wet pussy seeking out my rampant cock, a mission that proved to be completely successful, as she lowered herself onto my member, as if it had been destined to ‘live’ inside of her body. “Em, THAT feels good, doesn’t it, Darling?” With this totally gorgeous and sexy lady’s eyes boring into mine, eyes that were full of pure lust!

I never got any chance to respond to Sylvia’s question, for now her lips attacked mine with real gusto, and as this oral assault commenced, I felt the blindfold being restored into its ‘proper’ position, with me fully knowing that my world would now be within the state of utter darkness until my companion chose otherwise. As Sylvia’s lips held mine within that passionate embrace, so her whole form began ‘the motions of sex,’ her pussy sliding up and down upon my member, the vaginal muscles within it beginning to work their magic upon my cock.

Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, shall we just take a step backwards for a moment, and address the legal situation present in this scenario. For it was an undeniable fact that this woman, and to a slightly lesser extent her daughter, had committed a whole host of quite serious legal offences regarding their behaviour towards me within the past twenty-four hours. Rape, false imprisonment, kidnap? A quite long and extensive charge list, I’m sure that you can all agree.

However, I had NO intention of pressing any of these charges as Sylvia began to pump me, for this is how I viewed just what was occurring here. I was inescapable held, and whilst it was true that I’d been taken having not been asked for any permission at all, if I’d had any idea of just how exciting it would feel to be this woman’s sexual conquest, said permission would have been given without any hesitation whatsoever.

For, with the possible exception of Amy, who was in essence simply a younger version, I considered Sylvia to be the most stunningly sexy female that I personally knew, despite her quite advanced age. I’ll be totally honest I’d often dreamed of being in bed with this lady, but this was possibly even better. I was so thoroughly turned on by being her prisoner, her sex toy, her complete carnal captive. And it didn’t take long at all to confirm my suspicions, that her sexual skills would match those delicious looks, in fact if anything I was discovering that those skills actually exceeded her visual allure, and by quite some margin.

Please bear in mind that I was far from sexual inexperienced, but my captor here was taking me to places that I’d never even imagined, let alone enjoyed before, inducing the most exhilarating emotions that my body had ever had to cope with in its life. She was the most fantastic woman who’d I ever been privileged to have shared a bed with, even if, or possibly because of the fact that the situation wasn’t one of equal partners here.

As I’m sure will come as no surprise, this extremely high level of sexual skill soon began to have a very positive effect, and when my climax hit me, almost simultaneous as Sylvia achieved one for herself, I had never enjoyed one anything like as much before. My whole form seemed completely electrified, as waves of pure pleasure swept over me with an intensity that I couldn’t quite believe was actually possible. If this moment had been analogised with a mountain at all, make NO mistake, it could only have ever been Mt Everest itself, the VERY top! So much so, that when I became capable of rational thought once more, I fervently prayed that the delicious Sylvia was NOT going to untie me and release me from her power! I wanted to remain held in her sexual custody for quite a longer period of time, please believe that I wanted this state of affairs, if not actually never, not to end for some time.

I was worrying over nothing though, for Sylvia had no intention of letting me out of her grip just yet. “Wow, Darling I thoroughly enjoyed that, I had this instinct that you’d be a good shag, and if anything, I believe that I underestimated your abilities. And I rather have another gut feeling here, that you enjoyed yourself totally as well. Am I right?”

“Sylvia, THAT was the most exciting, fulfilling, and simply special moment of my entire life! Please tell me that wasn’t the end here, and I’m just going to have to endure a lot more time here, tied to your bed and under your full control!”

“Count on it, Darling, COUNT ON IT!”

With that the talking stopped, as my captor’s lips found mine again, attacking them with a level of passion, that until today, I wouldn’t have believed even possible! As her hands started to play with my chest nipples, no us males don’t have tits as such, but we are sensitive there. My next discovery is that Sylvia had taken this action with a purpose in mind, she, unseen by me of course. Once she’d stoked me up there, she left the bed, only to swiftly return, something in her hands. NIPPLE CLAMPS!

Vicious ones! Which Sylvia now fitted to my breasts, painfully. And having done so, she didn’t help matters in the pain stakes, by tugging, and not gently either, the little chain that connects them! “Ah, did that hurt, Darling?”

“Yes, it bloody well did Sylvia! What’s with these!”

“Just a little reminder that you are all MINE! You belong to me.”

“As if I could forget! And to think, up until about a minute ago, I was so content with that state of affairs. Now I’m not so sure.” Said in a cheery manner though, I knew that this was purely banter, that I was more than happy to play my part in. Thing is this WAS the greatest and most enjoyable moment in my whole life to date, I’d NEVER been happier than being utterly helpless in the total grip of Sylvia’s awesome sexuality. Had I actually died in reality, and was now a resident of heaven?

Because I’d become hard again, and so Sylvia set about me with possibly even more passion than that first occasion. And although it did take a little longer to arrive there, be in no doubt, the same delicious outcome was reached, and how? Thus, I began subjected to yet another bout of extreme ecstasy, yet again my body began totally overwhelmed by the most intense waves of pleasure that completely swamped my form and held me within this state of joy for quite some time, before finally releasing me and allowing me to breathe normally. God, Sylvia, just how did you become quite THIS good? Oh, she enjoyed her climax too, incidentally.

Sylvia kept me tied to her bed, and ‘at it’ for quite a long time afterwards, a period of roughly two hours in total, before her strength began to fail her, remember not only was she the one doing most of the actual ‘work’ here, but she was almost twice my age. Therefore, she rather reluctantly, it must be admitted, called a halt to proceedings before she became totally spent. And as soon as she’d undone my bonds, I rose from her bed, and held her tightly to my body, as I thanked her profusely for giving me the most wonderful, exciting and fulfilling ‘sexperience’ of my entire life!

“Kitchen?” She gently asked, “I sure could do with something to eat and drink, and I guess that you could too, Darling?” As it happened, yes could I, it had been quite some time since I had eaten anything, since these ladies had kidnapped me in fact.

“Yes, please Sylvia, God, you are just so outstanding, that I completely forgot how long it is since I actually ate. Any chance of a Full English?”

“No problem, Darling, good suggestion. Fresh tomatoes alright, I’m not a fan of tinned ones, so I don’t have any. Coffee or tea? And do you fancy some freshly squeezed orange juice?”

“Coffee please. And a definite yes to the juice. Oh, and I agree totally about the tomatoes”

After Sylvia had cooked up this meal, where she proved to be as highly skilled in the kitchen as she was in the bedroom, she took me by my hands, looking me straight in the eye, when she asked me, “do you wish to go home now? For if you do, I won’t try to stop you.”

“Do I have to, Sylvia? Can’t I stay here with you for the rest of the day?”

“Of course. I’d LOVE you to!”

With that it was back to her bed, but with no more rough stuff, this was ‘making love’ now, the gentle touches, the loving caresses. Far less passionate, or exciting, but probably more meaningful. Stuff the age difference, it didn’t bother me, and clearly that was the same for the amazing Sylvia. I just knew that I was developing feelings towards her that went far beyond just sex, and I felt these feelings weren’t on a one-way street.

Sylvia and I reported to work, as normal on the next day, I’m not sure if anybody noticed that we arrived together, but if this was clocked, nobody said anything. And we kept apart for the rest of that working week, unless actual work duties demanded that we speak to each other. However, on the Friday evening, there I was in her bed again, although not tied to it at all. No, Sylvia waited until the Saturday morning to subject me to that particular pleasure once more. To my absolute delight, do any of you imagine for one moment that I was going to turn down another chance to be within this utterly gorgeous lady’s complete power again? And be totally subjected to her awesome sexuality.

Well, that is just how our relationship began, all those months ago now. With a lifetime together with the utterly wonderful lady in prospect for me now, as Sylvia has asked me to marry her, a proposal that I was only too delighted to accept. But, no, she doesn’t tie me to her bed anymore, oh no, shortly after this amazing morning, she purchased four sets of luscious, but totally secure sets of leather cuffs, she takes me into her power with these now.

Mind you, there was very much one memorable occasion when the ties came out once more. To fasten me to the bed, but in very much an indirect manner. You see, I actually wasn’t tied to it at all, no I was tied to Sylvia instead, it was HER who was underneath me and fastened to the furniture. And our captor, the person who had placed us into this situation, showed us no mercy whatsoever, forcing us to shag vigorously, again and again, until with the sweat pouring off of bound bodies, we were utterly spent. So, who was this tormentor? I’m sure that you’ve all guessed correctly, who else could it be other than the young lady who had set this whole scenario in motion? Yes, naturally, it was none other than Amy.

So, you see, Ladies and Gentlemen, that time when I had stormed out of Amy’s flat, it was an action that was going to lead to some,