Brand New Tie m/f

[calebtras]

My girlfriend and I both worked full-time, taking classes in the evening. We only got two hours Monday and Thursday evenings together at her apartment, before her father came home. Fiona and I would put on music, talk if we were exhausted, kiss and cuddle, then, if all the planets aligned and passion took over, we made love.
Fiona's father believed all girls were sluts except his virginal daughter, and all boys out to talk or force their way inside her. Fiona didn't tell him I existed, to say nothing of what we did on his couch. With his Staff Sergeant mean-face photo on the wall, we were always conscious of the end of his swing shift approaching, rushing our embraces, kisses, sometimes keeping me from even getting one on.
Back in the day before Internet porn, I learned tying up a girl was sexy for me through my own experience from junior high on. Most girls knew nothing about bondage, and reactions ranged from interested to hating the whole idea, most indifferent. Fiona was the first girl I was deeply in love with, thinking long-term. It was very important to her we have an honest and equal relationship, and she was teaching me, sometimes patiently sometimes angrily, what that meant for her.
I hesitated to ask if I could tie her up. I still associated tie-up games with kid cops and robbers play, and one freaky lawyer I met and spent three weekends with as a senior, who would do anything to get off, pushing me into stuff I'm not even going to talk about here.
But I knew if Fiona liked being tied up, it would help me get quickly in the mood, and if I could mix tie-ups with love, I'd be in heaven. It took awhile to build up courage, but one day when Fiona and I were kissing on the couch I asked her, “You want to try something new?”
She raised an eyebrow. “Like those hot wings you brought home last week?”
“Kinda spicy, yeah.”
She knew I meant sex. “Like the chili coming out my back end?”
I laughed. “Front door spicy only. I promise.”
She squeezed my mouth so my lips puckered out and kissed me. In a mommy voice she said, “What does Terry want Fiona to do for him?”
“Can I tie you up?”
She didn't looked shocked; more puzzled. “How do you see me? Am I your play toy?”
“I don't mean it disrespectful.”
“You want to control me?”
“But you control me, too. You're physically bound for me, and I'm psychologically bound to you.”
“So let me tie you up then.”
“Okay.”
“But I don't want to tie you up.” She lifted my hand and placed it on her breast. She reached down and squeezed me.
With the excitement of talking about tie-ups I reacted instantly and groaned. She said, “See. I'm so-o handsy. You want to lose that?”
I gently turned her around and brought her hands behind her, pinning them together and against my groin. She squeezed again. I kissed the back of her neck, slipped my hand to her breast. I swayed with her until she took over, rocking back and forth, stroking me.
“Puh-lease,” I pleaded.
She faced me. “We'll try it. Just this once. The minute I say 'stop' you untie me.”
“Promise,” Then quickly, “Can we borrow one of your father's neckties?”
“You crazy?” she cried. “You gonna be here when he finds it all wrinkly and stained?”
“Let's check it out.”
I followed her into his bedroom. I'd never been in it before, sour with cigarette smoke and whiskey, crucifix over the bed, probably from before Fiona's mother left him. His ties hung on a wrack on his closet door. I pulled out a solid green one. “Cheap polyester—wipes down clean and smooth.”
“That's brand new, for St. Patrick's Day.”
“Let's give the old man egg in his beer for St. Patty's.” I mimed slobbering on his tie.
“Yeah, real tough guy, when Daddy's not here.”
“Let's make love on his bed,” I said.
She didn't grab my arm and haul me out. She threw up her hands. “Might as well splurge on a Five Star screw.”
Either she's going to like being tied up, and doing it in Daddy's bed will be that extra kick, or she'll hate it and I'll be sorry I ever asked. She lay a towel on the bedspread and I sat on it. I pulled her down on top of me. She kissed me, but a first date kind of kiss. I did my thing, kissing, stroking, peeling off her blouse, bra, panties until she did the same to me and we lay skin to skin, her breathing quick with anticipation. I took her hands in mine and folded her arms behind her back. She squirmed, testing, but I held her in a tight embrace. She bit my lip. Hard. She'd never done that before.
I reached for the tie and wrapped it securely around her arms, knotting them together. She pulled her knees up and lifted. When she was on top, I would put myself in; this time I let her do it. With her arms tied behind, she circled her hips trying to find me, getting a little frustrated. When she slid me in, she fell heavily on my chest. She pressed back hard with her hips. Usually a slow, gentle starter, this time she got the heavy back-beat immediately, arching and bucking. She didn't kiss me, eyes closed, lost in her own fast-driven pleasures, bringing us both to a hard finish.
I glanced at the alarm clock; 45 minutes to spare. I kissed her forehead but her eyes stayed shut. When I reached around and untied her arms, she left them folded on her back. We lay still until our breathing was slow and deep.
I smoothed and wiped Daddy's tie down while Fiona washed the towel and hung it to dry over the bathtub. I straightened the bedspread. Under my breath I said, “Daddy, Fiona is all my girl now.”
At the door, as we kissed, I asked, “Did you feel used?” What she felt about herself afterwards was as important to her as what we did.
She thought for a long time. “Yeah, but I used you, too. Fair enough. But don't think I'll do that every time.”
“Course not.” I was relieved and happy. The tie-up was now part of our repertoire, a spicy meal we could learn to rock together.
She grinned. “I was pretty hot.” She'd meant to give me a gift and surprised herself with one as well.
Peck kiss, “Love you.” “You, too.” Door closed.

[Canuck100]

I really enjoyed your story. Nice way to introduce someone to bondage.

[calebtras]

Thanks. Been reading off and on for a decade. The site's continued within boundaries while staying fresh, a tribute to your original concept and the current Administrators.
I condensed our real-life discussion to keep the story moving. The sex part was accurate—“Fiona” found it a sexy challenge, saying later it was like “making love in the backseat of a Volkswagen.” She never got into bondage for its own sake, but we continued to experiment to find tie-ups that worked for both of us.

[Lost_the_keys]

I hope she let's you continue tying her. Go buy some ropes so you are prepared!