Sian91 wrote: ↑1 month ago
As I awkwardly knocked on my neighbor's door, my heart raced with anticipation and nervousness. I had been invited by him to tie up his 34 year old wife when he was at work and then "entertain her" until he came home. She was at home, wearing a black T-shirt, black leggings, and barefoot. I was dressed the same but with white T-shirt, and I kicked my flip flops off at the door. I was carrying a slightly bigger bag than usual. When she answered the door, she raised an eyebrow at the bag, her curiosity piqued. "What's in there, do I need to worry?" she asked with a smile. I hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. "Oh, it's just some stuff... for, you know, fun," I managed to say, my voice sounding much less confident than I had intended.
"Come in, come in," she said, stepping aside to let me in. "You can put your bag down over there." She pointed to a small table in the corner of the room. As I set my bag down, she walked over to me and gave me a reassuring pat on the shoulder and offered me a coffee. I produced a bottle of wine: courage for me and to make her more willing.
After a couple of glasses I took a deep breath and began unpacking the bag. "Well, like I said, it's for fun. I thought you might like to try some bedroom toys.” I explained, pulling out an arm binder. "These are meant to restrain your arms, so you can't move them too much." She raised an eyebrow, looking at the restraints with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "And then there are these ball gags," I continued, showing her a small black ball and a larger red , both attached to a strap. "They're for, um, well, you know..." Her cheeks flushed slightly as she took in the implications. "And these leather straps are for, uh... binding you in place," I said, holding up a long leather strap and a pair of cuffs. "You could tie your wrists together, or your ankles, or anything really. And of course, there's this blindfold," I added, pulling out a soft black blindfold. "It's supposed to heighten your senses and make everything... more intense." She bit her lower lip, her eyes darting back and forth between the various toys.
“I, um... I don't know... I've never really done anything like this before." She said nervously.
"Don't worry, it's just for fun," I reassured her, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "I'll show you how to use everything, and we can take it slow if you want. It's really up to you." I glanced at my watch, feeling a twinge of guilt. "Your husband won't be home for several hours so we can pack away before he sees anything.”
She hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath. "Okay," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "But only if you promise to be careful and stop if I want you to." I nodded, my heart racing with excitement. "I promise."
I began by putting the handcuffs on her wrists behind her back, making sure they were snug but not too tight. Then, I took out the ball gag and carefully fitted it into her mouth. Her lips parted slightly as I buckled the strap behind her head. "Don't worry," I whispered, "it's just to heighten the experience." Now I knew she could not complain.
Next, I took out the leather straps and wrapped them around her legs at several places between ankles and thighs. I then slid an arm binder over her arms pinning them together behind her back.
I put more 1” straps round her body. I bound her breasts, her stomach, and her shoulders. Her skin flushed under my touch, a mixture of fear and excitement. As I knelt in front of her, I could feel my own heart racing with anticipation.
I slipped the blindfold over her eyes, then bent her legs up and fastened her ankles to the ring in the end of the armbinder. Finally I took toe cuffs and locked her little toes together.
I took a step back and surveyed my handiwork, admiring the way she was helpless and bound on the floor. Her body arched slightly forward, her breasts straining against the fabric of her shirt showing she was not wearing a bra today. She was wiggling her toes, her body rocked round slightly with her struggles and her lips were slightly parted around the ball gag.
I reached out and gently stroked her cheek. "Are you okay?" I asked softly. Her head moved slightly in response, but she didn't say anything. I smiled reassuringly and leaned down to kiss her neck. The soft skin there felt so warm beneath my lips.
I shifted my weight so that I could rest my knees on either side of her hips, trapping her body even more firmly. With my free hand, I began to tickle her feet, digging my fingers into the tender skin between her toes. She squirmed and wriggled beneath me, her body arching in response to the sensation.
Her breath came out in ragged gasps around the ball gag, and I could feel the heat radiating off her skin. I leaned forward, letting my lips brush against her sole, and then I began to kiss and nip at the roughened skin there. She moaned through her nose, the vibrations making me shiver with anticipation.
I lifted her shirt, tickled her tummy sucked her nipples and rubbed her between her legs.
At half past five, when her husband would normally be home I told her the change of plan, I was going to leave her like this for her husband to find.
I exchanged a kiss with her husband at the doorstep As I replaced my flip flops and walked back next door.