Maria and John
by Leonard
Chapter three: Maria's First Night in Bondage
Before Maria was tied up, John helped her make her bed properly. Since Maria had
not undressed, but had lied in her clothes under the blanket while talking to
John, John urged her to decide what to wear for the night before he tied her up.
John went outside for a minute while Maria changed into her night-gown. It was a
long, grey night-gown, reaching below her knees, not revealing any of her female
forms, and was thick and dark enough that nobody could see through the fabric.
Maria kept her panties on, too. Then she lied down on her back under her blanket
before calling out that she was finished.
John came back in, and Maria really began thinking of what it would be like
being tied up. She was very nervous. Her body was shaking.
John took Maria's hands and tied them together by her wrists. He tied them hard,
even though Maria's palms were facing each other, she could not press them
together.
The rope that went about Maria's wrists was long, and John tied it at the head
end of her bed. Maria got some freedom of movement, because John did not stretch
her hands up above her head. She could reach down to her breasts, if she wanted
to, where she lied now in the bed. However, this freedom would get smaller.
John reached down and dragged Maria down by her feet until they rested at the
lower end of the bed. Maira's night-gown did not follow her body, and her knees
would have become exposed to John, had they not been covered by the top sheet
and blanket. Maria did not like this, all of her night gowns reached below her
knees. With her hands tied up, not being able to reach below her chin now, she
could not adjust the night-gown herself. At the same time, she would not ask
John to do it. She would have to live with this.
Maria's first thought had been, that John would tie her ankles together and tie
them to the end of her bed. However, he spread her legs, tying her right ankle
to one corner of the bed. Mara's night-gown ended yet another couple of
centimetres up her thigh now, opening up because her legs were spread apart.
Although the bed was not wider than 80 centimetres, she felt extremely exposed,
and John tied her left ankle to the other corner of the bed.
"Why do you spread my legs?" Maria asked. Her voice was shaky, she felt
nervous.
"Is that a question or a complaint?" John asked in return.
Maria told him she did remember her promise not to complain. She did not say
anything about feeling uneasy about it.
"There is a very simple reason", John said. "Bondage is of small use to the
binder, if it does not make it easier to have sexual intercourse with the
bindee."
"But isn't that a breach of your promise not even to try to have sex with me?"
"No, not as long as I do not try to take advantage of you while being bound.
Now, it is time for us to sleep." John bent down and kissed Maria on her
forehead. "Good night, Maria!" he said with a friendly smile.
John quickly made his bed, undressed, and went to bed, then he turned the light
out and turned to sleep on the side with his back to Maria.
Maria liked to sleep on her side as well. She moved further down in her bed to
bend her knees and turn about, but she could not help that this made the rim of
her night-gown move further up her thighs.
"John?"
"Yes, dear?"
He called her 'dear'! "What if I need to go to the bathroom?"
"Well, do you?"
"No, but..."
"Then don't worry about it. I want to sleep. Good night."
Maria fell silent. It did not take long before she heard John sleeping. With her
legs tied to the bed, she could not find a comfortable way of lying on her side,
so she turned on her back again. To her disappointment, her night gown moved
further up her thighs. She could not help thinking of how exposed she was. Her
mind flowed with unpleasant fantasies of having a man seeing her like this
without her top sheet and blanket. She realised that this man, in her fantasies,
was John.
It was not long before Maria realised that she was aroused. She further realised
the nervousness of being bound and helpless built up her arousal. In her
fantasies, the man – John – climbed into her bed between her legs. It was a
thought that made her both excited and scared. Naturally, she did not want John
to take advantage of her in any sexual way, the thought of it scared her stiff.
At the same time, she was surprised to nitice that the very same thought made
her excited and got her more aroused.
Maria was the kind of girl who had never had any great urge to get sexual
experience. She had never even kissed a boy, and John's good night kis was
actually the first kiss she had had from a man not in her family. Maria wanted
romance much more than sex, she had long since decided that it was more
important to give her virginity to the man she loved on their wedding night. If
she had been a different kind of girl, she would have regretted that being bound
stopped her from using her hands to release the sexual frustration she felt now.
Now, the thought did cross her mind, but she had always thought that doing such
a thing was discusting. Even the thought of it discusted her a little. By the
way, she could not even remember what it was called, when you did that to
yourself.
However, Maria had had sexual fantasies before, but none of them had been so
real as when she was really lying there bound in her bed. She had never felt
this excited or aroused before, either. She felt that her panties were wet. She
wondered what it would be like lying like this with no panties. She actually
wanted to try lying like this with no panties. Maybe she could lie like this
with no panties, tomorrow night? She hoped she could, without John noticing it.
Her fantasies kept coming back to having John between her legs, but she did not
want him there, really. She did not want him there, did she? "No!" she thought,
but felt less certain than she wanted. She knew that she would never let him,
but she could imagine it, could she not? "Yes, of course I can, even though it
is just fantasies", she decided.
Having decided that, Maria fantasised about having John between her legs. In her
fantasy, he ripped her panties of, then he entered her. Maria had no clue what
this would feel like, but she imagined it would feel good.
Maria felt that her fantasies kept making her more aroused. She did not know
what to do about it, though. Try as she might, her fantasies always came back
when thinking of something else. She always imagined it was John taking her.
Finally, Maria drifted of to sleep. She dreamt of walking with spread legs on
top of a roof, either leg on each side of the ridge of the roof. There were
people on the ground, far down, staring at her, and she realised she was naked.
She felt embarassed walkning there in the nude, but did not know what to do
about it.
She woke up early, just as she used to do, and stretched her arms above her
head. Suddenly remembering where she was and that she was tied to her bed, she
felt an urge to get free. Her hands felt numb and she needed to stretch her
legs. Her hips felt awkward, with her legs having lied spread out all night.
John was still asleep, but Maria called his name to wake him up.
"What?" John murmured.
"Could you untie me...please, John."
"I wanna sleep, be quiet."
"Please!"
"Quiet, or I'll gag you!" John smiled at her, then turned around again.
Maria sighed. She kept quiet for a while, then silently said: "John, my hands
are feeling numb."
John did not answer. It seemed to Maria that he had fallen asleep again. Perhaps
that was just as well, she thought, she did not like the idea of being gagged.
Her mind went back to the fantasies of the previous night. They were not so bad.
She could still not get rid of the thought that John would be the man taking
advantage of her when being bound, but she considered this to be a logical
development by her subconscious mind from actual facts. Therefore, she did not
mind. As a matter of fact, she thought John was handsome, and he had an
interesting mix of decisiveness and kindness. She wondered what it would be like
being gagged by him as well as bound. Considering her experience from the night
before, she was not altogether surprised to find that the thought aroused her.
This thought gave birth to another idea. Maria could always yell at John,
provoking him into gagging her. That would make her feel what it would be like
being gagged. The thought appealed to Maria from another point of view. She was
not inclined to ask John to gag her, it was self evident that she could not even
give him a hint of the fact that she actually enjoyed being bound.
Maria pulled the emergency brake of her train of thought. Did she actually
'enjoy' being bound? Was that the word she had used when stating her thoughts in
words, and if so, did the word give her mind a correct description of her
feelings?
She realised, to her own amazement, that 'enjoy' was an adequate word to use,
when describing her feelings. The bondage made her aroused, and who would not
enjoy being aroused? The feeling of helplessness, the feeling of her legs being
spread apart by force, and the feeling of being at the mercy of a man in this
way aroused her, and this did make her feel that she enjoyed being bound.
Of course, she would not feel happy about being bound by a disgusting man, a
rapist or the like, Maria thought. Here, she was among friends and family,
nothing could go way out of line. John had even promised her to obey some of her
rules, and the thought of this made her smile. On the other hand, Maria wondered
what might have been in the future, had she not made John promise not to try to
have sex with her. She was glad that she had thought of making that rule, but at
the same time, her fantasies when being bound like this did involve John
actually having sex with her. That would be rape, she told herself.
Having settled that, Maria's mind went back to being gagged. However, labeling
the scenario of her fantasies 'rape' made her less inclined on being gagged. The
single word rape made her lose her feelings of arousal and joy. Maria got angry
with herself for thinking about being raped. Then she thought that maybe she
would rather be angry with herself for calling the events of her fantasies rape.
On the other hand, if John would actually do those things, which Maria
fantasised about him doing to her, it would constitute rape. Unless, of course –
that other voice of her mind said – she would actively agree on being bound and
exploited in that way.
Maria settled on telling herself that she would never going to admit to John, or
any other man, that she had had fantasies of being raped, but this did not stop
her from enjoying such fantasies in the privacy of her mind.
John turned in his bed again, looked at Maria and smiled. "Did you have a
pleasant night?"
Maria nodded to him with a smile, then quickly turned that into a half-smile and
said: "It wasn't quite as bad as I thought it would."
"That's good. Now, do you want me to untie you?"
"Yes, I would like that very much", Maria said. She could not believe she had
almost told John that the night in bondage was pleasant.
John released Maria, and she stood up on the floor, flexing her hands to let the
blood flow freely through the veins. This was the end of her first night in
bondage. Maria felt glad, it was a terrific morning, until John reminded her
that this was the morning she had promised to shave her pubic hair off. Well,
the thought did put her down a bit, she did think it was a rather disgusting
idea, but she had had a good night after all.
