Terri Asked to be Bound (M/F and F/M), part 14 (final chapter)

[FrustratedBinder]

What began as nearly a business arrangement grew into something more over our monthly bondage sessions. See the start of these stories here. The time before and after the sessions, when we simply sat and talked, took on greater significance. Terri had been just my late wife’s friend when she confessed her interest in bondage and asked me to tie her up. She has a fascination with bondage and requested that I do so. We’ve been meeting once a month for her bondage sessions. This was bondage, not S&M, humiliation, pain, or anything similar. She wanted to explore different types of bondage. When we started, Terri set clear rules: I would not remove her panties, and there would be no penetration. After several sessions, she changed the rules to allow me to stimulate her clitoris with a wand-style vibrator. We had both begun to enjoy spending time together.

This is the final episode of this story. Part 13 is here. The first part is here. I want to thank everyone who has followed along and endured all 14 episodes.

Although we had begun spending a lot of time together on dates, I wanted to limit our bondage sessions to once a month. It may sound silly, but I was worried that the intense, multiple orgasms these bondage sessions gave Terri might be clouding her judgment. I didn’t want our growing relationship to develop into what I often called Helsinki Syndrome, or the affection patients often show toward their nurses. We continued to engage in bondage beyond the sessions described in this series of stories, but this is the last I will share with the larger group. Some people criticize bondage as some kind of depravity. I wrote these stories to show that bondage doesn’t have to be about “the rough stuff” or involve domination, pain, kidnapping, revenge, or force. Instead, I chose to highlight a loving, consensual relationship that brought both parties pleasure and satisfaction.

As has become our usual practice, when Terri arrived in her “street clothes,” we enjoyed tea and conversation. When she was ready, she retreated to the guest bedroom and changed into her bondage outfit. Sometimes I picked the outfits based on the bondage I had planned for her, and sometimes she chose herself.

For this fourteenth session, Terri chose a simple outfit: a sheer, white bra and white, full-coverage panties over black pantyhose. Though not of Asian descent, Terri had the figure of a young, pretty, Japanese woman, but a larger bosom. She looked terrific in her chosen outfit. She smiled mischievously as she emerged from the guest room.

First, I had her stand with her arms out to her sides so that I could tie the “body harness.” I used a very long, white, cotton rope. Forming a lark’s head in the center of her back, between her shoulder blades, I wrapped the rope around her body, below her breasts. Then I routed the rope through the lark’s head and wrapped the rope in the opposite direction around her body above her breasts. I alternated above and below her breasts three times each. On the fourth turn, I ran the rope above her left breast and under her right breast, to the lark’s head and back above her right breast and below her left breast, forming a sort of figure-eight pattern. I did this twice. I was beginning to run out of rope, so from the lark’s head I ran the two running ends over her shoulders to the outside of her boobs, looped it around both the ropes above and below her breasts, cinching the ropes together, then back over her shoulders, tied off at the lark’s head. This looked a little like a halter top. All these ropes squeezed the boobs snuggly and a little uncomfortably, but not painfully. Her boobs were thrust out enticingly.

I had her cross her hands behind her back. I used a square lashing of soft, white cotton rope to bind her wrists securely, but not painfully. I then used several turns of the soft, white rope around her upper arms to pull her elbows toward each other. I did not attempt to make her elbows touch. It was just enough to prevent her from tugging her hands out of the square lashing and gaining her premature release. Then, I used more lengths of soft rope to bind her legs together at the ankles, below her knees, and above her knees.

Then came the fun part.

I formed a lark’s head around her waist, and I pulled it snugly so that it pressed into her soft flesh. I laid her gently on the floor, face down. I tied a series of knots in the running ends of the rope around her waist and pulled it between her legs, from front to back. I had tied the knots in the rope so that they rested on, above, and below her clitoris, cleaving her labia, to provide stimulation during the session. her eyes became saucers, and she gave a satisfying squeak of surprise. I don’t like to tie her ankles to her wrists in a hogtie because that places a lot of stress on her wrists. Instead, I ran the rope between her buttocks, around the mass of lark’s heads and knots between her shoulder blades, and then to her ankles. Her fingers could not reach any of the knots. She was now bound in a hogtie, but I pulled the ropes a little more tightly, forcing the knotted rope deep into her girl parts.

She quickly realized that if she arched her back and relaxed, pumping her hips to the limited extent possible, she could stimulate herself with the knotted ropes. I buckled the padded blindfold over her eyes and the red rubber ball gag into her mouth. She was now in a reasonably strict hogtie.

“Have fun,” I teased, giving her buttocks a playful swat.

I sat across the room and watched with great interest as she tugged and struggled to stimulate herself. She grunted and whined, beginning to perspire. Over time, her efforts became more frantic. I watched her alternately struggle to straighten her legs, but her ankles could only move an inch or two, and then relax her legs. This pumping of her legs, along with scrunching and un-scrunching her back, was driving her toward an orgasm. She bounced her upper torso up and down manically, and I enjoyed watching her squeezed and bound bosom compress and uncompress against the carpet. Through the gag, she whimpered with the effort. She wiggled her hips and struggled to free her arms. She was struggling to satisfy herself, but the effort was exhausting. From time to time, she would collapse in her bonds, panting heavily but without having an orgasm.

It took something like 30 minutes for her to give herself the first, screaming orgasm. She collapsed for just a few seconds before resuming her pumping. She managed to give herself five orgasms before she collapsed, weeping quietly from the pleasure and also from the exhaustion.
I untied the crotch rope from her ankles and pulled it through the body harness. I rolled her trembling body on its side and removed the crotch rope entirely. Then I untied her legs, but I kept her hands and elbows bound. When I unbuckled the ball gag, she moaned, “That was amazing. I am exhausted.”

She lay with her elbows and wrists bound and the body harness for some time until her breathing returned to normal, enjoying her bondage and the afterglow of intense orgasms. I removed the blindfold, and she looked at me adoringly. “Thank you,” she said.

“You did all the work this time, Terri,” I joked. “I just enjoyed the incredible show. How do you feel?”

“Wonderful!”

“No, I don’t mean that. Is anything hurting or numb?”

She didn’t answer directly, but said, “During our bondage sessions, you have let me experience incredible sexual release. I want to return the favor.”

I gently lifted her into a sitting position on the carpet, her bound arms resting against the couch. I enjoyed the closeup view of her boobs squeezed by the ropes. “What did you have in mind?”

“I know that you don’t have a lot of interest in being tied up. You like tying me up, and I love being tied up by you. But, I’d like to tie you up and tease you a bit before letting you cum.”

“Revenge?”

“No, far from it! I want to give you some small bit of the incredible pleasure you have given me. I am so grateful to you.”

I lay her across my lap on the couch while we watched a rom-com, and I stroked her buttocks, tummy, and bosom. She loves the sensation of me caressing her while she’s bound, and I love the feeling of her body, bound or not.

When I released her, she smiled, “Will you let me return the favor? Please.”

My late wife was not into bondage at all, but once I did convince her to tie me up, thinking maybe that would get her interested in my tying her up. I didn’t mind it, but I also didn’t relish the experience like Terri enjoys being tied up and teased. Nevertheless, I agreed to Terri’s request. Apparently, Terri had been thinking about this for a while. When she re-emerged from the guest room, she was dressed in an outfit that immediately got me excited. She wore a bright-pink Playboy bunny leotard with sheer black tights. Wow!

She asked me to strip down to just my boxer shorts. Now, I had seen and touched almost all of Terri’s attractive body, but this was the first time I had taken off my clothes for her. After attaching the wrist and ankle cuffs I had used on her several times, she had me lie on my bed. She used rope to pull my arms and legs into a loose spread-eagled position. She was not an accomplished knot-tyer, so the spreadeagle was not as tight as those I have placed her in, but it did the job. I was getting very excited in anticipation for what she had planned for me.

She began by lying next to me, caressing my chest. I have teased her nipples and boobs mercilessly several times, twice producing a nipple orgasm. She found that my nipples were also very sensitive, and she took her time teasing them with her fingernails, fingertips, and tongue. She lay next to me on the bed, rubbing her hands lightly over most of my body, giving me gooseflesh. She sat on my stomach, playing with my nipples and smiling at me mischievously. Then she turned, still sitting on my stomach. Her derriere was amazing from this vantage point. Her caressing of my thighs and belly gradually got closer and closer to my crotch. After what seemed like forever, she gently stroked my shaft just once. I let out a little moan, and she giggled.

“Do you like being teased?”

“I am enjoying this quite a bit,” I admitted. “I like tying you better and helping you have multiple orgasms, but this is fun. You know, I can’t have multiple orgasms like women can.”

“That’s why I am going to bring you to the edge many times before letting you cum.” She punctuated her remark with another gentle caress of my shaft. She was true to her word. Without reaching into my shorts, she slowly stroked me. When I was near an orgasm, she sensed this and stopped. She turned around and fingered my nipples until I had backed away from the edge of an orgasm. When she thought I was ready, she spun around again and began stroking me. This second time, I began pumping my hips, trying to help her to get me off. She had learned well from me. She stopped manipulating my shaft and returned to teasing my nipples.

I lost count of how many times she got me close.

“I am afraid that you are so pent up that even playing with your nipples will be enough to make you cum,” she said. She got off the bed. I was enamored by her figure in the bunny outfit as she strode from the room, her hips and buttocks swaying beautifully. She was right. I think another flick of her tongue across my nipples or one brief touch of my shaft would have made me cum. She returned a few minutes later, after the buildup to a climax had begun to subside.

She sauntered back into the room and sat next to my head on the bed. “I’m ready to cum,” I coaxed.

“Not so soon,” she teased. “I’m not ready to let you cum.” She cradled my head between her thighs and started teasing my nipples again. My head in her soft lap felt great! Looking up at her shapely boobs just a few inches from my face was exciting. I really began to struggle to tug my arms free of the wrist cuffs, but once they were fastened with the tiny padlocks, they were very effective. After what seemed like forever, she got off the bed. I watched her with rapt attention as she reached behind her back and slowly unzipped the bunny outfit. As it fell to the floor, I admired her figure, now covered by just a pair of thong panties and the sheer black tights. She sat at the foot of the bed and leaned against the footboard. She reached her soft, nylon-covered feet toward my crotch and ever so gently caressed my shaft with the balls of her feet. The softness of her feet and the smoothness of the nylon felt wonderful.

She almost goofed. It was much harder for her to tell when I was getting close as she stroked me with her feet instead of her fingers. Instinctively, I began pumping my hips, desperate for release. But she realized how close I was and stopped abruptly. I could feel the impending climax slowly and frustratingly subside.

She lay on me, careful not to touch my crotch. She rubbed my chest and face with her boobs, which were warm and firm. I was in heaven. Finally, she took pity on me. She placed her smooth palm on my shaft and stroked gently, slowly. I could feel myself getting close, my whole body responding to her gentle touch. I feared she would stop again and leave me frustrated. When the orgasm finally came, it was incredibly intense, better than any I had ever had. I strained with all my might against the bonds that held me spread and vulnerable. All I could see with my tightly closed eyes was a kaleidoscope of colors. When I opened them again after a long, panting delay, she was kneeling on the bed nearby, having put the bunny outfit back on, smiling at me warmly.

"How did a nice girl like you learn to be so cruel?" I joked.

She winked at me. “You taught me well. I just wanted to thank you for all the pleasure you have given me. Did I succeed?” Before I could answer, she leaned over and kissed me, a kiss I returned enthusiastically. Later, she spent the night at my house tied in a vareity of positions while I fondled her body, tickled her, and drove her to several loud and wild orgasms.

Terri adds:

Being hogtied with the crotch rope was incredible. The knots along the rope slid up and down as I moved, creating an erotic sensation. Any movement of my legs, arms, tummy, or back was transferred to my girl parts most amazingly. It was like the little blue, remote-controlled vibrator he uses on me sometimes, but very significantly stronger. My back was arched backward, so I couldn't see my pussy, but I could feel that the rope and my panties were embedded deeply, cleaving both my labia and my fanny. Very quickly, my only desire or conscious thought was to tug on that rope until I had an orgasm. I struggled, flexed, thrust, and pumped with all my might to give myself an orgasm. Whether it was the bondage, the knotted rope, or physical exertion, the eventual orgasms were very, very intense. He has given me more intense orgasms in other positions, but this was amazing.

I had been thinking for some time that our bondage sessions have been all one-sided. He has given me so much pleasure, and I wanted to return the favor. We agreed later that we both enjoy me being the bound victim more, but this was a fun change of pace.

I knew that he was only going to have one orgasm, so I was determined to make it memorable. He had brought me to the edge many times, making the eventual orgasm very, very strong. Also, this helped me have several powerful orgasms. So, borrowing a page from his book, I wanted to edge him several times. I had to guess a little how close he was coming to an orgasm. We had never done this before, but after a while, I realized he had “tells” that helped me know when to stop. Mostly, when he held his breath, I knew he was close, and I stopped.

I was surprised that his nipples were so sensitive. They may be as sensitive as mine, and I didn’t know a man could be like that. I liked watching him writhe and struggle against his bonds, not so much as revenge or turnabout as much as knowing that I was giving him pleasure. Massaging his – uh, thing – with my nylon-covered feet seemed to really bring him intense pleasure. I wish I had started with that – and probably will next time. He doesn’t remember, but when he finally came, he called out my name very loudly, which made me feel nice. Now I know what he means when he says that when I scream in pleasure, he is worried about the neighbors.

I was happy that I had given him a little taste of the pleasure he brings me.

I don’t know that he’ll be the bound victim very often. As I mentioned, we both greatly prefer when I am bound, and he teases me, but this was a fun experience that I think we’ll repeat from time to time – maybe for special occasions like his birthday. Since this adventure, we have continued our monthly bondage sessions and our dating. I have never been so happy.

Thank you for letting us share these experiences with you.