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Phil tightened the rope around his knees to immobilize them. He always loved that first step, the start of it all. Then he wrapped another length of rope around his ankles and cinched it tight too, leaving an extra 6 feet hanging loose. He could just wiggle his toes; no more movement than that. Next, Phil threaded the end of that remaining 6-foot section through a D-ring on the wide leather collar encircling his neck, pulling his chin toward his chest so he couldn’t straighten up completely.
Afterward, he slipped his arms through a loop of rope positioned behind him which he had set up earlier. The final steps were putting on the blindfold—he slid it over his eyes and darkness followed—and then securing his hands. He wore smooth leather cuffs around his wrists; one cuff held a short piece of rope with a snap hook attached to it.
The very last task was reaching across with his right hand, straining against that rear loop of rope, and clicking the snap onto the ring on his left wrist cuff. Once he did this, he would be completely bound, exactly as he preferred. He pulled hard on the line, snapped it shut, and finished. His hands were now immobile. Phil settled into his bondage, luxuriating in the compression and that sweet sense of helplessness created by the blindfold’s darkness.
He rolled slightly on his bed to test himself, pulling against his bonds. He loved how strong the rope was; while he was sturdy, the ropes proved even stronger. His restraint felt good—he was helpless. He planned to lie there on the bed, bound and straining against the lines until she chose to release him. Or perhaps she wouldn’t. She might just leave him right there, utterly helpless.
He knew deep down he wasn’t truly helpless. When ready, he could unsnap his wrist and reverse the process. This was as close as he got to the real thing while alone. He often fantasized about being tied by another person—a woman, a sexy one, a strong and commanding lady who would force him into total helplessness before teasing him sexually, hurting him gently yet soothingly. He imagined himself as her sole focus while she played with his penis and balls, ultimately bringing him to a powerful orgasm through masturbation. Then she would let him go but hold him tight like an infant.
Phil dreamed this dream as he lay on the carpeted floor.
He knew exactly what he wanted her to do.
But had no idea what might happen if his fantasy ever became reality. He had fantasized about “his woman” for so long that he barely hoped she was real anymore.
Around women, Phil felt terribly awkward. He never quite knew what to say or how to say it.
Sometimes, when pondering his situation, he described himself as a loner. It sounded more romantic than lonely. Yet however he put it, he was alone.
Mary looked at her naked reflection in the mirror. She posed for herself, trying to channel those seductive, sexy women seen in magazines. Ready for her evening out, she first inserted her ball gag, tucking the strap under her ponytail as she tightened it. Leather collars sat atop her thighs near her legs. Her wrists were fitted with cuffs equipped with snaps; she attached each wrist cuff to the leg collar nearest it.
Then, using one hand, Mary held onto a long rope tied by thread at its other end to a door across her spacious room. She turned slowly while keeping tension on the line, wrapping herself tightly turn by turn until finally encased like a fly trapped in a spider’s web cocoon waiting for future consumption.
She had sewed Velcro patches: one onto the rope’s tail and another further up along its length. Breaking the thread that held the rope secured it via the Velcro adhesion.
Her plan involved catching this rope on a metal hook attached to her wall; pulling would separate the Velcro, releasing the line which then fell down near her feet—but that release came much later.
Mary tested moving her arms. Held firmly at her sides, she could only wiggle her fingers slightly—not much else. The gag kept silent any speech except for soft moans though nothing really needed saying since nobody lived with her; she resided alone.
Delighted by progress thus far, Mary loved the feel of the rope and appreciated its squeezing embrace—it felt like an endless hug!
Walking around inside confines closed off from outside world views beyond windows shut tight against daylight shining brightly upon streets bustling busy below sidewalks filled people hurrying past shops open wide doors swinging both ways welcoming visitors stepping in exiting out again.
Closing eyes wishing for blindfold next time imagining being prisoner within remote mansion walls where handsome man awaits ruthlessly capturing her using body pleasure whenever desired putting into bondage breaking will thoughts making wetness flow freely flowing down thighs legs knees hips waist shoulders neck head hair skin touch taste smell hearing seeing feeling knowing understanding believing trusting loving caring sharing giving taking receiving accepting forgiving forgetting remembering dreaming waking sleeping living dying being becoming growing changing evolving transforming transcending ascending descending entering exiting arriving departing coming going staying leaving returning visiting traveling journeying wandering roaming straying roving ranging sweeping gliding soaring flying floating drifting sailing cruising riding driving walking running jogging sprinting darting leaping jumping hopping skipping dancing singing shouting laughing crying smiling frowning scowling glaring staring gazing looking watching observing noting noticing perceiving sensing feeling touching tasting smelling hearing seeing viewing beholding witnessing experiencing undergoing suffering enduring tolerating bearing carrying holding keeping maintaining preserving conserving protecting guarding defending shielding covering hiding concealing revealing exposing uncovering unmasking unveiling disclosing sharing telling relating narrating recounting describing detailing outlining summarizing explaining clarifying illustrating exemplifying demonstrating proving verifying confirming validating authenticating certifying attesting swearing affirming declaring announcing proclaiming broadcasting transmitting communicating conveying expressing articulating enunciating uttering speaking talking chatting conversing discussing debating arguing disputing quarreling bickering squabbling wrangling scuffling grappling wrestling struggling striving battling fighting combatting contending opposing resisting confronting facing meeting encountering experiencing undergoing suffering enduring tolerating bearing carrying holding keeping maintaining preserving conserving protecting guarding defending shielding covering hiding concealing revealing exposing uncovering unmasking unveiling disclosing sharing telling relating narrating recounting describing detailing outlining summarizing explaining clarifying illustrating exemplifying demonstrating proving verifying confirming validating authenticating certifying attesting swearing affirming declaring announcing proclaiming broadcasting transmitting communicating conveying expressing articulating enunciating uttering speaking talking chatting conversing discussing debating arguing disputing quarreling bickering squabbling wrangling scuffling grappling wrestling struggling striving battling fighting combatting contending opposing resisting confronting facing meeting encountering.
Mary stumbled over shoe falling heavily floor unable break fall hands laying stunned breathing heavily plan wasn’t included rolling bed pushing feet slipping flooring landing hard hip needing sneakers managing left then right shoes returning to bed lying panting exertion fear knowing own nobody coming help resting minutes sliding onto walking hook undoing Velcro planned!
Wriggling out rope unclipping removing wrist cuffs leg collars finally gag.
Looking mirror seeing disheveled messy hair torso bruised marked rope needing shower thinking.
Water cascading thought experience normally masturbate tonight’s misadventure took mood loved feeling bondage fantasy narrow escape lucky things could gone differently died apartment no one knowing.
Decided plan modern woman year 2001 composed ad go back local handout paper raunchy classifieds read: “Adventurous woman wants tie one know way around cordage touch”
Waited.
Phil laundromat doing bi-weekly laundry picked up rag washing clothes looked personal ads scanned down always looking responded none Mary’s ad reading again talking mental fantasy machine high gear would dominant lady! Got home immediately composed response:
“Adventurous man knows knots. Are you woman want tie one?” Included name phone number put envelope sent newspaper forward advertiser, Mary.
Waited.
May got only response ad from man named Phil unsure interpret short message courage dialed number.
“On the line. ‘Hello, is this Phil?’ she asked. ‘Yes, who am I speaking with?’ he replied She hesitated but pressed on. ‘My name is Mary and I placed an ad in the paper. Are you the man who responded to it?’ ‘Yes, that’s me. I’m so glad you called back.’ The line went quiet; neither knew what to say next. Phil broke the silence. ‘Talking like this on the phone isn’t easy for me. Would you be open to meeting at a café to discuss our shared interests?’ Mary found that sensible. They settled on a spot near their workplaces. They exchanged descriptions so they could identify one another in person. Upon meeting, Phil led off by commenting on the weather. It was lovely out—warm for this time of year—and perhaps rain might come next week. Mary agreed it was indeed beautiful and warm. She gracefully steered the chat toward her ad, mentioning she hoped to find a man with “restrained interests.” Phil appreciated that she brought up why they were there and replied that he had been seeking a compatible woman with whom he could explore the pleasures of rope work. Neither felt entirely at ease discussing their desires in depth, so they shared happy smiles without offering or asking for further details. Both were relieved to have cleared the awkwardness. Each was delighted to have found someone who shared their passion. Mary agreed to visit Phil’s apartment that evening. “Just to talk,” she said.
Phil was thrilled. He polished every corner of his flat and purchased a bottle of fine wine—actually two, one red and one white, unsure which Mary might prefer. He organized his extensive collection of bondage gear neatly into its box. He bought flowers and arranged them in a vase. When the doorbell finally rang, he welcomed Mary inside, took her coat, offered her a seat, and asked if she would like some wine. She accepted the seat but turned down the drink.
Both were nervous. True to her fantasies, Mary expected Phil to roughly command her to undress—in a loving manner, of course. Or perhaps he wouldn’t speak at all, holding one hand behind her back while kissing her possessively and fondling her with his other hand. She waited.
Phil anticipated that Mary might order him about—perhaps making him kneel at her feet or even slapping him to assert her dominance. He expected a commanding tone from her. He waited.
Eventually, Phil could bear the suspense no longer. He asked if Mary would like to see his collection of bondage equipment. “Absolutely,” she replied, admiring the rope, chains, cuffs, collars, and riding crop. Phil gently inquired if she wanted to try some out. ‘Finally,’ she thought. ‘Sure, where should I put you? Standing or lying down?’
Phil was puzzled. How could he tie her up effectively if she were already lying down? She certainly wasn’t taking charge as he had expected. He asked, “Which rope would you like to start with on me?” Confusion crossed Mary’s face. “On you? You’re going to tie me up! Aren’t you?”
They stared at one another. ‘Oh dear,’ Phil said. ‘I think there has been a significant misunderstanding.’ He slumped into a chair, realizing the truth of it. Mary realized it too. Both were terribly disappointed and embarrassed.
Phil spoke first. “I’m so sorry. When I read your ad, I thought you were looking for a man to tie up.” “I understand,” said Mary. “I was looking for a man to bind me. You seem like a nice guy, though. Can we talk?” “Oh yes, I’d like that,” Phil replied.
They sat together for hours, sharing the bottle of red wine. Gradually, they opened up about their private lives—what they enjoyed, what they had hoped would happen during this meeting. It was the first time either had voiced to another person how their passions drove them in secret. They found it very ‘releasing’ to express these hidden longings. Their shame had kept them apart, and it felt wonderful emerging from the shadows. Finally, Mary noticed how similar they were. Shyly, she suggested they might experiment with each other. She quickly added that she knew she wasn’t quite the dominant female he envisioned, nor was he exactly the dominant male she desired—but still…
Phil considered for a moment and agreed shyly, “Sure, we could do that. Who goes first?”
When Mary had initially arrived at Phil’s apartment, desire had clouded her judgment. Eager to be bound herself, she hadn’t paused to consider safety issues thoroughly. Although she trusted Phil intuitively, she felt more cautious now. “I’ll tie you,” she said. She asked Phil to remove his shirt, shoes, and socks but keep on his T-shirt and trousers. Mary picked up a short length of rope and instructed him to place his hands behind his back. Having learned knot tying as a Girl Scout—and being very experienced in self-bondage herself—she skillfully bound his wrists together before adding a second rope, gently pulling his elbows close. Tying someone else was new for her. As she worked, she visualized herself being bound and did to him what she would like done to herself. She quite liked it.
Glancing down, she noticed an erection in his crotch. “Why Phil,” she smiled, “I think you’re enjoying this.” He felt embarrassed by his arousal. “Um-m, I’m sorry.” “Phil, that’s okay. I’m rather glad you are. I mean, I know I may not be the woman from your fantasies.” “No, you aren’t, but I’m really enjoying being with you, and what you’re doing is great!”
Emboldened, Mary reached down and gently squeezed Phil’s bulge through his clothes. He moaned contentedly. She directed him to sit on the bed and proceeded to bind his knees together, then his ankles. He tested the ropes, pulling this way and that; he couldn’t move. He was truly bound, with little hope of escape. To enhance his experience, Mary wrapped a long rope around his chest and arms multiple times, compressing him slightly with each loop. She laid Phil down on the bed and left him alone for a while to savor his predicament.
Mary playfully pointed out that she could simply leave him there by himself. She asked how long he thought it would be before someone found him—especially if she gagged him. Phil knew she was teasing, though he hoped her joke wasn’t entirely misplaced because it might indeed be a very long time until anyone remembered to look for him. Mary rummaged in Phil’s “bondage box” and found a gag. How interesting! She picked it up, showed it to him, saw the concern on his face, and decided to use it.
“Open wide,” she said playfully as she pushed it in and strapped it behind his head. Mary also found a blindfold in the box and decided to go all out. She placed it over Phil’s eyes. He was now completely at her mercy. Fortunately for him, she was merciful.
Twenty minutes later, feeling somewhat bored, Mary decided to release him. She reversed the process, finishing by untying his wrists. He lay there, breathing heavily. “So, how was it?” she asked. “It was wonderful! Thank you so much. You surprised me. I didn’t think you had it in you.” “I surprised myself too,” admitted Mary with a shy smile.
Two days later, Phil’s doorbell rang again. Mary returned. They had agreed that since he had tied her up previously (metaphorically), she would return for him to tie her; the favor was being repaid. Having been the one tying, she felt more comfortable about the prospect of being bound in his apartment. She was looking forward to it—more than just ‘sort of’; she eagerly hoped it would be a good experience. Her only concern was that after living with her fantasies for so long, anything she did with Phil might disappoint her.
. After all, he wasn’t the strong, dominant man of her dreams. When she came in they hugged, awkwardly. They still hadn’t figured out what their relationship was. They made small talk for a few minutes until Phil asked her if she’d like to get started. “Sure,” she replied. “Take off as much as you’re comfortable” Mary was wearing a blouse and slacks. She took off her shoes, looked at him, and said she was ready. Phil tied her left wrist to her left upper leg and her right wrist to her right upper leg, cinching each tie tightly. He then used a long rope to tie her arms against her torso. He tightened each loop as he placed it around her. Each loop of rope made it harder and harder for her to move her arms until they were completely immobilized. Phil wrapped the rope from the level of her crotch, loop by loop, until it was just below her breasts. The rope forced her breasts up, like a push up bra. He stood back, admiring his work. He picked up a large mirror and held it so Mary could see herself. She posed like she had for herself when she was alone, but posing with Phil watching was far better. His looking at her, bound, was very exciting for Mary. Phil then spread her legs apart, binding them to a spreader bar. Mary felt vulnerable and felt a little chill of apprehension. She was definitely his prisoner. Could she trust him? Phil helped her totter over to his bed and lay her down. She wriggled around, testing the bonds, trying to see if she could possible free herself. No, she couldn’t. Phil left her alone for a while. Five minutes later Phil came to the bed and tentatively touched her breast. She smiled at his gentle touch. As he stroked it her nipple hardened under his hand. She gasped as he flicked it back and forth. She moved towards him slightly, pushing her breast against his hand. “Is this OK?” he asked “Mmmm” she nodded. He reached down, touching her gently between her legs. It felt like Phil’s fingers were little vibrators. Mary felt herself melting to his touch. She strained against the ropes. Their tension made her pleasure all the greater. She didn’t want him to stop. “Is this OK?” Again, she nodded, not trusting her voice. Phil alternated between her breasts and her pussy. He undid her pants as much as he could and slid his hand down, stroking the smooth fabric of her panties. He thought she was close to an orgasm when he stopped. He took his hands away and stepped away. She looked at him imploringly. “Please” she moaned. “Please finish” Phil smiled and came back. He reached under her panties and let his hand drift over her soft pussy hair, just barely touching it. He put his middle finger on her cleft and pushed ever so gently. Her lips opened and his finger entered her warm wetness. Phil penetrated her, feeling the walls of her vagina contracting on his finger as he found her especially sensitive spots. Her hips rose and fell, he timed his finger movements to hers until she arched her back and came in series of shudders. When she was still he withdrew his hand and gave her a few minutes to herself until he untied her ropes. They hugged, for real this time, and agreed that although neither one of them was the one they had been waiting for they had something special going on. Phil and Mary continued to see each other. And they continued to switch bondage roles. As time passed they each developed a level of empathy for the other. When Phil was tying Mary he enjoyed topping her. It was almost like he experienced her pleasure in bondage as she was enjoying it. He introduced spanking into their activities; it was something that he wanted so he assumed Mary would like it too. He was right. She did like being hand spanked. Not too hard but hard enough to leave marks. Mary continued to prefer being bound but when she was tying Phil she got into it wholeheartedly. Sometimes she would daydream at work about different positions to tie him into and then realize that she would prefer to be tied that way herself. There was one thing she liked doing to him that couldn’t be done to her. She explored cock bondage, finding many inventive ways to tie his balls and his cock, alone or together. Once they were tied the most natural thing was to tease him. One time Mary had Phil’s hands and arms securely bound behind him. Mary picked up a ten foot long piece of thin rope and had Phil hold one end in his mouth. Holding his cock up and out of the way she started wrapping his balls with the rope. Starting at the top, closest to the cock, she wrapped his ball sack, neatly circling the tender flesh. Each wrap squeezed the sack a little more and after ten wraps his balls had nowhere to go; they were so tightly bound within their sack that movement was impossible. Mary tied off her ball wrap and moved on to his cock. She took the end that Phil was holding in his mouth and wiped the saliva off on his cheek. Circle the cock, tuck under and pull tight. Circle the cock, tuck under and pull tight. She repeated this twelve times until Phil’s cock was bound as tightly as his balls. She still had about five feet of rope left and did a final tie around the base of both his cock and his balls. She gave a sharp tug on it; it felt very secure. Mary put what was remaining of the rope back into his mouth and ordered him to pull upwards, putting tension of his bound cock and balls. She informed him that the lower he permitted his cock and balls to drop the harder she would strike him with the crop. She slashed his butt to help him understand. The higher he raised them the easier she would be on him. He pulled them as high up as he could and Mary rewarded him with a finger on his asshole. He moaned appreciatively, drool running down his chin. “If you drop the rope you will become very unhappy very soon.” Using the crop to guide him Mary had Phil walk around the room. Several times Phil slacked off and received a stinging reminder that left a red welt in its path. When Mary stood in front of him he stopped, of course. He pulled up on the rope as hard as he could, wanting to avoid more ‘reminders’. Mary tapped the insides of his thighs with the crop, spreading them. She put lube on a finger, reached under and penetrated his ass. She used her finger as a hook and pulled him close to her, kissing him on his mouth that was still holding the rope tightly. Eventually she took pity on him, untied the cock rope and pushed him onto the bed. She grabbed a tube of lotion, lubed him up and started stroking his cock. Her technique had really improved in the months they had been together. She played with the ultra sensitive area just below the head. She kneaded the area between his ass and the base of his penis. Her fingers wandered into his asshole. His cock got harder and harder, he was closer and closer to coming when she stopped. Just stopped. Phil was desperate to come but Mary laughingly said “No”, and left him there, tied up. He was helpless as he lay on the bed, pre cum oozing out. A few weeks before Phil had bought a small leather paddle. He gave it to Mary, who was a tech person, and asked her how to turn it on, he couldn’t find the switch. She laughed and put it aside. Now she thought of it and retrieved it from a closet. She rolled Phil over onto his stomach, and gave him a tentative little slap with the paddle on his behind. This came as a surprise to Phil; he couldn’t see the paddle but he knew right away what was happening. “Couldn’t feel it” he said. He wanted more. Mary slapped harder. This time Phil felt it. It stung. So did the rest of the flurry of hits that came. Phil’s mind was concentrated by the pain. It was a combination of erotic stimulation and pure pain. As Mary was striking him he both hoped she would stop soon and didn’t want her to stop. By the time Mary did stop the spanking Phil’s backside was bright pink. Mary decided to give him a treat. She rolled him onto his back and told him to bend his knees up. She now had access to his cock and his ass. She gently strok
ed his backside, soothing it following the spanking she had given him, mixing gentle strokes with pinches between his thighs. She applied lubricant to her other hand and began stroking his penis. It didn’t take long at all. Phil was highly aroused by the mix of bondage, spanking, and manual stimulation. He ejaculated deeply, shooting up towards his shoulders. Once Mary let go of Phil, she held him close and petted him. They chatted about what they had just experienced. Mary liked the power she wielded over Phil. Both agreed that he had given her control and that she handled it well. Phil also enjoyed being in charge when he bound and spanked her. They gazed at each other with satisfaction. Half a year prior, neither would have predicted finding their dream partner as both the dominant one and someone else’s ideal submissive.