“You dirty little bugger”.



She wiped the mess on my trousers.



“That didn’t take long did it? She said to Karen.



“I think that was his first time and they do come quick at first. She said. Besides he has been tied up and had you strip off in front of him is it any wonder he is excited?”



Jill got dressed and she and Karen went out still killing themselves with laughter.



That was my introduction to masturbation and ejaculation. Being a nurse, my mother had given me the obligatory session about the birds and the bees but there was no way she had prepared me for the feelings involved.



I know now that it was on that evening bondage and sexual satisfaction became an irrevocable part of my makeup.





While I was at university I lived in London and at first I was very home-sick and lonely. I found that the bookshops in London had all kinds of sex books and magazines if you knew where to look. I used to read these and they made me want to try the real thing”.



So on a couple of occasions I did pay for mistresses to tie me up and punish me. I found these experiences totally unpleasant. Maybe it was a combination of me not being very experienced and not able to describe exactly what I wanted plus the fact I had little money and could not pay for anyone very experienced or well recommended.



Then I met my first wife and was so besotted with her that all thoughts of bondage and any other deviant activities just disappeared from my head. However, after we had been going together for a few months, the topic of bondage came up and my girlfriend (as she was then) readily agreed to try it. So we began by me tying her up. After a few rather disappointing bondage sessions we stopped but our sexual activities carried on as previously. Then one night she asked me if I would allow her to tie me up to see if that could be more satisfying. Of course I agreed and it became an instant success; Joan, it seemed, was a born Domme.



So bondage was on the agenda regularly but always with me as the submissive and, of course, I didn’t resist. Joan liked to punish me and sometimes she seemed to get carried away giving me some quite painful sessions. This was surprising because she was not in any way a cruel or hurtful person. I didn’t really ever take to the actual pain but this was usually only a small part of any session. I always enjoyed the total experience and felt extremely happy with her.



After some months we decided to marry and that was when our problems started. For some reason, that I still don’t understand even today, sexually she became distant and uninterested. Normal sex, let alone bondage, was not often on her menu. I tried to talk it out with her but never really got to find what was wrong. After our talks she would try, but I knew that she wasn’t happy.

Soon things began to get worse for both of us and it was inevitable that we would part; we divorced after five years.



After the divorce I didn’t go out with any women for quite some time. I needed some time and space to have to myself and find out what I wanted to do.



I used to fantasise about bondage while surfing the Internet; looking at pictures, video clips and reading bondage stories to get some satisfaction.



Then I met Beth. We went out together several times and we both realised that we were getting serious. After my experiences with my first wife I decided that I had to lay my cards on the table with her straight away. When I finished baring my soul I think she was more than a little surprised, if not shocked. But then she took a sip of wine and said that she loved me and was game to try and understand where I was coming from.



We chatted about it and I tried to explain how I felt and what voluntary bondage was all about. I showed her some of the magazines, books and videos that I had collected and after some time she agreed to let me tie her up.



At that stage she had only seen pictures of women being tied and naturally thought that is what I wanted to do. I didn’t tell her of my interest in being tied as I thought it might be just too much this early in our relationship.



So we started with in bondage sessions where Beth was usually tied spread-eagled to the four corners of our bed. We bought leather cuffs and lined them with foam rubber so that they were comfortable to wear and didn’t leave any lasting marks.



We both thoroughly enjoyed this and it became a regular feature of our foreplay when we made love, which was often. We were very happy and our sex life was fantastic. We experimented and Beth allowed me to tie her in different positions then we began to enjoy role play.



Some time after this one night Beth shocked me when out of the blue she asked me if I would like her to tie me up. Not wanting to appear too keen about it, I pretended to be reluctant at first but eventually I agreed.



The first time she fastened me to the bed in the same manner I did to her, using the same cuffs. We both enjoyed this immensely. After a short while we were taking turns tying each other. We were very happy about our lives together and went on like this for a few months.



It was at this stage that we decided to marry. But unlike the first time, marriage seemed to bring us both even closer together and we just could not get enough of each other. This is still the case today after many years I am delighted to say.



We experimented with cuffs and straps fastening each other in different positions enjoyed this immensely; our sessions grew more regular and each session grew longer. It got so we could each remain in bondage for a number of hours without any problems. After some sessions we would have a few drinks and discuss the enjoyment and describe our feelings. The drinks made us even more open with each other and we discussed other scenes and positions that we would like to try.



Then one night I told Beth that I would like her to tie me with rope explaining my fantasy of being tied really tight then gagged and left so that I could try to escape.



At first it was not very successful. Beth had never used ropes before and I had no problems in escaping with some ease. I used to deliberately not try to escape because I didn’t want to discourage her. She soon realised this and it made her more determined to learn how to do things properly.



With some advice from me plus the use of pictures, magazines and videos she soon became quite proficient and quickly mastered the techniques of knots and bondage positions. Naturally, we had a lot of practice!



For a couple of months I seemed to be tied up more than I was free and my wife became almost obsessed at mastering the art. ( I am pleased to say)



She even went as far as talking to mistresses and dominatrixes on the Internet and became very friendly with one experienced lady. They used to talk to each other frequently; she was in Oxford, which was less than half an hour’s drive from where we lived.



Beth would go to her house for coffee and drinks once a week and through her she learned a lot. They are still very friendly and she still chats with her and asks for advice on occasions about equipment, techniques, safety and other related topics.



Over the past ten years or so we have built up quite a stock of bondage equipment that includes literally miles of rope, hundreds of leather straps of all shapes and sizes, lengths of chain, various types of handcuffs and leg-irons, whips and canes and several padlocks.



There are a couple of strait jackets, many different hoods, masks and gags and a good selection of latex suits and jackets. I even have a wardrobe of female clothes because Beth likes to dress me as a woman in some of our scenes.



My wife also has a special wardrobe with has lots of leather and latex clothing, corsets, high-heel boots and some uniforms. She loves PVC and SBR raincoats and occasionally I will fasten her up outside in the rain back in an obscure part of our garden.



We converted our cellar into a dungeon and we have a number of pieces of bondage furniture. There’s bondage apparatus such as a Saint Andrew’s Cross and a couple of electric hoists that we use to stretch or even suspend one another. There are lots of fixing points around the walls and on the floor. We have a combined pillory and stocks arrangement that gets used regularly along with a metal bed that bolts to the floor, a bondage table and a very strong, specially constructed, bondage chair. I mention this because it features in the strange story I am about to tell you.



Happily, we have come a long way in the past few years.



In ten years of marriage our bondage has evolved from those early days.



Although occasionally I still tie Beth up the vast majority of time she tops me because, immediately after that first time, it became obvious that she got a great buzz out of rendering me helpless.

She loves to be in control and I enjoy it too.



So, that gets us back to where I started this story



I was in our bedroom in one of the simplest yet most effective bondage positions there is. Despite all the equipment and knowledge that Beth has gained she still likes to use the hog-tie. I suppose because it is both quick and easy to do. Her rope-work is now quite expert and the ropes applied firmly but not tight enough to affect the circulation.



The wrists get several loops of a quarter inch soft rope and they are cinched. Then she pulls the elbows together and over the years I have been able to get them quite close together. Then my ankles were tied together and then the legs, both above and below the knee. With another rope my wrists and ankles were drawn together as I said, simple, but very effective.



How long I had been lying there I really don’t know because despite all the number of occasions I had been tied, I still lose all track of time when my senses are isolated. I was stiff and uncomfortable but not in any pain. The previous months of practice being tied for increasingly long periods helped enormously.



I heard the door to the bedroom open but the thick carpet muffled any other sounds. It remained very quiet and for a moment I thought that she had not come in the room. Then I felt a sharp stinging sensation on the side of my right buttock, followed swiftly by one on the left.



I heard her Domme voice snarl. You are supposed to be trying to escape, not just lying there resting.”



I started wrestling frantically again but, even though I struggled as hard as I could, there was no way to free myself.



Beth really got turned on seeing me helpless and unable to escape from her rope-work. She teased and punished me for some time until she decided to let me free. We followed that bondage session with exciting, even mind-blowing, sex.



She knows that while I am tied up I often fantasise about different positions and situations for me to be restrained. She asked me what I had thought about that night and I told her that I imagined her tying me up outside in a quiet place in the country. She then left me while she went off to visit with some friends.



I thought no more about this but over breakfast the next day she told me that she liked the idea of tying me up somewhere outside. We discussed how we could do it but I heard no more and thought that she had either forgotten or had decided against it. Even though the idea really turned me on I didn’t push it because I didn’t think that she wanted to do it. One possibility was that she was unhappy about having to ignore the cardinal rule of safe bondage. You never, ever, leave someone helpless and gagged alone.



A couple of weeks passed and nothing more was said when, out of the blue one week-end, she mentioned it again; my heart leapt partly with excitement and partly with fear.



Beth obviously sensed my feelings and asked if, since I wanted to do it so much, why didn’t I search for a suitable place? She would come and look at what I found and then decide whether she thought it was reasonable to go ahead. At that stage I really didn’t know what I wanted to do or whether I really could go through with the scene even if she decided yes.



So for a few days I deliberately did nothing about it.