Thomas M. : 01 - Lessons (M/F, F/M)

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Thomas M. : 01 - Lessons (M/F, F/M)

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01 - Lessons
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By Cobra

Monday November 22nd 1999 08:37:56

Lessons

I've been far away again for some time and I would like to tell you about what happened on one evening of this journey. If you have read my homepage you would know me as a passionate self bondage man. But what happened last Wednesday evening will change my life and my attitude drastically. I expressedly object to the terms "By posting information here you relinquish any rights that you may have over it." as prerequisite to post a story here. However I grant a NON EXCLUSIVE right to Canuck to show this story on his forum. If this is not O.K. with you, Canuck, you will have do delete this story! The story starts in the next part.

Pretalk: The evenings in the hotel are sometimes very boring - the TV uses a language I do not understand - so I worked on some pictures which I got from the internet lately, to make some nice background pictures for the notebook. In principle I just selected the faces of some nice ladies and removed everything that looked like rope. My local "companion" here by chance clicked on the wrong name of the "recent documents" folder (I missed to clear this folder on the last evening, and with only a touch pad you cannot click very precisely). In an instant a picture "lady with a rope" appeared on the screen. He only stopped short for a moment, said "Sorry!" and terminated the graphics program. The consequences of this short incidence I was able to experience only later. All work had been finished with success and there was to be a final lunch. This lunch was also attended by two young ladies, who were introduced to me as "city guides". This was because we had the rest of the day off and wanted to see an exhibition in the next bigger town, from where my plane was due to leave the next morning.

The curious thing about the "city guides" only was that they did not say or show anything, but that my companion did the guidance. Back in the hotel he said "Let one of the girls help you with your things!" and pointed in the room. I protested that I did not want to have a lady visit my room, but he only answered: "Girl not making love, only making entertainment. You will see!" She went into the room and immediately started to make some tea. It was really time to go into the restroom for me so I let her do. But when I had finished, she already had undressed except for a white body. I wanted to protest, but she only offered me the tea cup and put her finger to her mouth to tell me I should keep quiet. She watched me nipping at the hot tea and then went to her bag. I did not trust my eyes when I saw that she got out a big bundle of ropes from her bag. From this bundle that was more in order than it looked, she selected some long rope and put it behind her neck. Then she walked over to me and pointed out with short movements with her hand that I should tie the rope around her. In my surprise I did only understand at the third try.

Some time ago I did look at the pages of Tammad Rimilia, a rope bondage specialist, so that theoretically I did know what to do. The way she put the rope behind her neck, this could start a nice G-string harness. So I did try it: The rope back under her armpits, crossing at her back, to the front again and to the back again just between her legs. She seemed to know this kind of tie-up because she really helped to do it with her movements. Finally she readily put her hands at her back. There I tied them with several loops and got the rope to her front for the final knot. She made some checking movements, went to the mirror looked at it and started to shake her head heavily. With words that I did not understand but with movements I really did understand she showed me that the rope was not tight enough, and that she could get her hands too much to her front. After some movements she also could each the final knot. Then she gestured me to untie her, which I did.

Free again she made it clear to me that I should undress now. When I was only in my underpants she put the rope around my neck now and started to tie me up in the same way. Again I did not understand what she said, but her movements were to be understood very easily. She showed me where and when to pull the rope more tightly and which position the wrists should have to be securely tied-up. After this demonstration she immediately untied me and put the rope around her neck again. This second time it seemed to be much better with her because after the first part she put herself onto the bed belly first and bent up her legs to point out a hog-tie. She also made some movements with her elbows to show that there was also something missing. I tied everything up for a little parcel which she rewarded with joyfully winding herself. Finally she pointed with one of her much too long finger nails to her hip and for the first time she said a word that I really did understand: "Tickle!" So I tickled her until she was violently shaking her head telling me to stop.

I untied her again. Then we both had a shower, without ropes, and... [CENSORED] ... Before we went to sleep she again tied me up in a similar G-string harness. Only she did not tie up my wrists and following the usual final knot on the tummy she continued to put another knot down the crotch so that my private part were framed by these two ones. Then the rope went back up for a final knot just between my shoulders. She did tie up my elbows on the way up, not that my movements were really disabled, I just could not reach that final knot! So the "nights rest" started together with her. The special way I was tied-up resulted in a constant excitement on my side. Shortly before the alarm would ring, we again... [CENSORED] END

Thomas M.
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