Bound To Be Safe
I always appreciate women who are handy with rope: especially those who
love to bind their men when fore playing and/or making love. Meeting Debra
awakened that infrequent, kinky preference in a way I had not experienced in
several years.
The adrenalin rush and sensual complications had always been an irresistible
opiate in my somewhat atypical, B&D lifestyle. Consequently, as with any
adventure involving the fun and pleasure of sensual bondage, there were risks to
be taken into account. However, since my instincts had thus far compiled a
perfect track record, where the turning over one's freedom to a switchable,
submissive women was concerned, I opted to go for it, and enjoy the exploration
of Debra's formidable imagination and style.
"I love the way you kiss me," she praised. "No one has ever kissed me more
passionately."
I tried to be gracious. "You're easy to kiss, and a lot more than just
comfortable in my arms." At the time, I had no idea what she was planning.
We had known each other for only a week, when, after having spent the first
half hour of a pleasurable evening necking on the couch, she backed off before
our passion could get too out of hand.
"I know you want to make love to me, John," she said while pacing the floor,
"but I don't think I'm ready to go beyond what we have been doing here on the
couch."
I mustered my reluctant understanding, but let her know exactly how I felt.
"I know we've only just met, and I appreciate your need to keep things from
getting too intimate, but you are one hell of an attractive woman, Debra dear.
Keeping my hands off of you is not easy."
She made things crystal clear. "I don't mind the touch of your hands at all,
John. In fact, I find it perfectly acceptable. What I will not accept are your
attempts at removing my clothing."
I smiled. "Then I'd better get out of here before my better judgment is
overruled by the side of me that wants more than what you are willing to
permit." I stood and headed for the closet for my jacket.
She cut me off before I could make it across the room. "There is no need for
you to leave, John"
"Oh, yes there is, sweet Debra," I assured, "unless you want to run the risk
of getting, for want of a better word, raped."
She smiled and gave me a huge hug. "That's what I like about you. Your
respect for my feelings is more than just appreciated," she said before giving
me a heartfelt kiss and stepping back a bit to ask, "What if I can come up with
a way to give us the best of both worlds, without your having to worry about
doing anything regrettable?"
My expression turned quizzical. "Uh-I don't quite follow you."
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes."
"Then take off your shirt and do exactly what I tell you."
I didn't hesitate. Would you have, if you were me and alone in a beautiful
woman's apartment, and she told you to take off your shirt?" While I did, the
aftermath of hard-pressed affection her ample breasts had left on my chest
lingered in memory.
"Now your slacks and shoes."
I smiled and figured she was putting me on about not wanting to consummate
our, up-to-then, somewhat frustrating relationship. "OK." I was soon down to
just my briefs.
"Turn around," said Debra Cushing. "Cross your wrists together behind your
back."
I immediately knew what she was up to. "Are you going to do what I think
you're going to do?" I asked before trusting my instincts.
She said nothing as she stooped to remove a length of nylon line from under
one of the couch cushions. It didn't take Debra long to bind my wrists tightly
together behind me, something I was hoping to do with hers that evening myself.
"Hey, that feels like you know what you're doing," was all I could come up
with when the last knot was tied and my latest intoxication walked around in
front of me. Her next kisses were just a series of teasing pecks. I closed my
eyes and pressed forward for more. None were forthcoming. My eyes popped open to
discover Debra was sitting down. She crossed her legs and spread her arms out
and over the back of the couch.
"There," she said with a sexy smile, "that should keep you from doing
anything unsavory. Come here."
I sat next to her and eased back on my left side. "What am I supposed to do
now?"
She unbuttoned her blouse. "Nothing," said Debra while caressing her neck
with one hand, and my right, inner thigh with the other. "Ever been tied up
before?"
"No," I lied.
"How does it feel?"
"Different."
She removed her long-sleeved, silk top to reveal and exquisite upper body,
supported firmly and beautifully under a provocatively overflowing white,
strapless bra.
I moved closer for another kiss, but she pushed me away and stood to remove
her skirt. There she was, just like I dreamed of seeing her, in nothing but bra,
panties and heels. I watched hungrily as Debra grabbed a breast with one hand
and ran the index finger of the other up and down the front of her pussy.
I stood and walked to her, but she did nothing before saying, "Did I tell
say you could get up?"
I was quickly and slightly restless with frustration, and somewhat surprised
by her suddenly revealed, dominant nature. 'Hmmm.'
She wasted no time walking out of the room and saying, "Follow me." The bra
was removed en route. The bedroom was our next stop. "Lie down on your stomach,
facing the foot of the bed, and spread your legs as far as you can." A drawer
was opened to reveal several skeins of soft-nylon rope in it. "What are you
looking at?"
My eyes were instinctively drawn to her gorgeous upper body. "A woman of
outstanding countenance," I said while moving to the queen-size bed and doing on
it what she told me to.
"How do you like my solution so far?"
A few tugs on the inescapable wrist ropes left me speechless.
My ankles were soon tied to the bed with tether lines. The feel of her
obvious knot mastery gave me reason to believe there was more to Debra's plan
than originally assumed.
"Am I safe now, do you think, John?" she teased.
"I would say so," was all I could think of saying as the swelling in my
briefs pressed hard against the mattress and I wondered if grinding my
burgeoning excitement into it would be tolerated.
"Do me a favor, John, try to escape. I need to know if you can before we go
any further."
She watched my attempt with a hungry look in her eyes, and more
self-fondling. It was easy to hump the bed, now that I could cover up the
pleasure with what I had been told to do.
"Hmmm, I think we should make doubly sure before going any further," she
said while walking to the toy drawer and removing a large skein of thick rope.
Debra then got onto the bed to sit on my behind, straddling me as she undid the
skein and looked at us in the full-length, wall mirror in front of the bed. "Am
I making you hot, Johnny?"
"Yes."
"Are you surprised by the turn of events tonight?"
"Yes."
What she said next didn't surprise me at all. "I know who you are, John, and
well aware of your reputation. I've got spies everywhere. They tell me you are a
master at this. So, how am I doing, Master John?"
The feel of a tightening lasso around my upper arms and torso, and the
accompanying revelation, brought a special tingle to my spine. I struggled a bit
to see what she would do. The rope tightened considerably.
"The more you struggle," she warned, "the tighter I'm going to make it."
Since I didn't want her to know how much I was enjoying every second of our
newfound make-out game, I ceased from testing the fix and did all I could to
accommodate Debra by lifting my chest at every turn of the rope and enjoying the
weight of her body on my hard pressed erection.
It took but a few minutes to use the 50 or so feet of rope to thoroughly
bind my arms to my body from chest to wrists.
She jumped from the bed and folded her arms under her breasts, spreading her
legs as she said, "There, that should keep you out of trouble until I'm finished
with you." The panties came off first, then the heels, before she lay down
beside me and stretched out sexily. "You like my body, John?"
"I love your body."
"Good, so do I." Her tone and facial features were expressionless.
"Hot-n-bothered?"
"Yes."
"Me to. Want to kiss me?"
"Yes."
"Want me under you while you do?"
"Yes."
It took some doing, but Debra managed to do just that.
"Now," she whispered seductively, "isn't this better than going home and
leaving both of us frustrated?"
"Yes."
We spent the next several minutes kissing and grinding and doing all we
could to achieve some kind of satisfaction. Little by little, she pulled my
briefs down until my vitals were exposed, but harshly pressed against at the
base of my sack by the super-tight tolerance of my only remaining piece of
clothing. Her upper thighs wrapped around my erection as she pushed me up a bit
to break our latest and most passionate round of kissing.
"Everything OK?" she asked with a smile.
"Yes."
"You are suddenly a man of few words."
"Is that a problem?"
"Not if you keep kissing me and doing whatever it takes to make my day."
I smiled. "And if I don't?"
She smiled. "Then I'll find someone who can."
"Really?"
"Really."
Since I wasn't getting any advanced satisfaction anyway, and since I
wondered what she meant by her last line, I decided to call her bluff by ceasing
from both kissing and humping Debra.
She frowned a bit as she slithered out from under me and walked to the rope
drawer. I watched her take a ball gag from it and put it on around my neck
before walking to the phone and punching in a number. "Lisa? It's me, Debra.
What are you doing?"
They spoke for about a minute before she hung up and started putting her
undies back on. I ground my erection into the mattress and watched her leave the
room as she said, "Don't make a sound or cum or I'll make the rest of your
evening a living hell."
The next several minutes were spent alone, super-excited, and wondering what
she meant by 'living hell'.
Twenty-five minutes later
"John, meet Lisa," introduced Debra upon her return.
I looked up from my adventure and saw a very surprised, very well built
damsel standing in her astonishment, her elbows and wrists tightly secured
together behind her back, and another ball gag hanging from her neck.
My approach was decidedly cool, calm, and collected. "Good evening, Lisa."
It was obvious she had no idea anything like this was going to happen prior
to her entering the scene. "Hi." Her ball gag was then tightly fitted in place.
Debra moved to the toy drawer for another fifty-or-so footer, the end of
which she tied to Lisa's elbow cinch. As she wrapped up her friend, she spoke to
her in a very gently teasing, but very menacing tone.
"Didn't think I could do it, did you. Didn't think I had the right stuff.
Well, sweetie, I do, and intend to use it without mercy on both of you." She
then turned to me and explained, "We made a wager. She bet against my getting
you here like this. I won the right to do whatever I wanted with her till noon
tomorrow. She knows who you are, too."
Both were in sexy undies and very high heels. All I could do was watch Lisa
get thoroughly hog-tied on the bed, to my right."
"I drugged him," she explained to Lisa. "He's been like this for more than
an hour. I called you when he woke up."
There was plenty of room for her to roll from side to side, which she
started doing just after Debra removed her own underwear and slipped back under
me. It soon became blatantly obvious that both women were very turned on by the
scene, and that I had been duped into becoming a semi-willing partner in it.
The revelation continued. "Lisa wants to tie up guys, too, but has yet to
enjoy the privilege. I thought it was high time she did. Hope you weren't
planning on being anywhere in the next twenty-or-so hours."
I tried to assert myself. "As a matter of fact..."
"Kiss me," said Debra as she closed her upper thighs around my erection and
began to rub her slippery-wet pussy against it.
My response was, "Untie me."
"Yeah-right," she quipped, sarcastically. "Kiss me."
"I won't until I'm untied."
She turned to give the bound beauty next to me a curious look. "If I undo
him, he will undoubtedly bind me and have his way with at least one, if not both
of us. What would you like me to do?"
Lisa's body language suddenly went ballistic with pleasurable, kinky
writhing. She didn't make a sound, but it was clear something deep within her
wanted to say, 'Untie him.'
"Yes- untie him?" proposed Debra as we both waited for either a positive or
negative indication.
My eyes locked onto Lisa's, but all I could see was fear and delectable
frustration. A good thirty-seconds came and went.
"I see," said Debra. "Well, it looks like the decision is all mine to make."
I did my best to keep a straight face. "Untie me, and I promise you won't
regret the move."
A very important minute or so went by before she said, "Kiss me, and do it
like you mean it."
Lisa's impassioned struggling ceased as she placed her forehead down on the
bed and took a deep breath.
"No," was my testing answer.
Debra wasted no time strapping on the ball gag she'd hung from my neck. She
then rolled her head left and said to Lisa, "Kiss me."
Her very hot-n-bothered girlfriend immediately raised her head, smiled
inwardly, and started to maneuver her helplessly hog-tied and crotch-roped body
towards the task. As she did, I did all I could to penetrate Debra's crevice.
But she would have no part of it, and spoiled every attempt with a simple twist
of her lower torso.
"Oh-no-you-don't, Johnny," she quashed with delight. "This will just have to
do for now."
Lisa's ball gag was then removed, but kept hanging from her perfect neck.
The 'for now' gave me an inkling of what might possibly lie ahead in the way
of kinky action. Regardless, I did not stop in my failed attempts at nailing
Debra as soon as possible. Both Lisa and I realized she was getting very turned
on by the scene she'd succeeded in actualizing into our experience. Within a few
minutes, the three of us were out of control, doing all we were capable of doing
to reach closure as we lost ourselves in the sensual particulars of what our
combined fantasies had managed to translate into outrageous reality.
Ten Minutes Later
Debra decided to put the icing on my expectations by turning to Lisa and
saying, breathlessly, "Don't worry, after I'm finished, I'll untie you and you
can do what you like with him. Or would you like me to untie him and let him do
whatever he likes with us?"
To be continued...
John Roper
