An unforgettable bonding experience

My wife was heading out of town for a week to visit her family. Since I had to work, I stayed home and decided to take advantage of some private time alone. I put on my wife’s panties and went shopping for new lingerie. I settled on a black lacy bra, matching panties with a garter belt, and of course, some fresh sheer black lace-topped stockings. I hurried back home and prepared for the evening.

After a shower and a warm water enema, it was time to head downstairs to the basement for lotioning to soften and scent my skin. I had shaved my crotch, which is something I do regularly anyway, much to my wife’s delight, along with a few spritzes of her perfume to further scent me up. Anticipation gave me goosebumps. I laid out my new frills on the bed and admired the silky lace. After fastening the bra and adjusting the straps for comfort, I hooked the garter belt around my waist and pulled the lacy hipster-style panties up my perfumed legs. I prefer hipsters because they not only look and feel fantastic but also help hold any toys in place when they are stimulating my backside. Now for the pièce de résistance: the new stockings. I unwrap the delicate nylons from their packaging and marvel at their silkiness. Pointing my toes, I gather the stockings and slowly slide them up my legs, hooking them to the dangling garters. I retrieve one of my wife’s old black half slips and adjust the slit so you can see my stocking tops peeking through. How sexy and slutty I felt in my new underwear! The urge to masturbate was almost overwhelming as I started stroking my now throbbing cock, but I overcame it by tucking my pulsating member back into its lacy confines and slowing my breathing. I put on my bathrobe and stepped outside onto the deck for a smoke. Being out there dressed in feminine lingerie is always a thrill! A man walking his dog waved to me over the fence and proceeded to make small talk about the weather. I made up an excuse to go inside and check on the stove because I couldn’t wait to get my bondage session underway.

I gathered all my gear and brought everything down to the basement. My collection included white nylon rope, a bag of cotton bedsheet strips (which are good because they don’t leave telltale abrasions on struggling wrists and ankles), a pair of my wife’s old stockings kept around for light tie-and-tease sessions, a knee-high stocking, a seventy-two-inch bootlace, and the treasure of treasures: a pair of my wife’s dirty panties from our lovemaking the night before. My cock twitched in anticipation.

I took my wife’s stool from her makeup vanity and placed it on a large towel away from any furniture I might bash my head against if I lost my balance. I also tightly rolled up another large towel and placed it on the stool. From the toybox, I chose an eight-inch purple realistic dildo (my wife’s favorite new toy), the rabbit vibrator, and a bottle of cherry lube.

I began by pulling the knee-high over my now throbbing cock and snapping the band around my balls. This was mental punishment for almost losing control earlier. The sudden sharp bite of pain weakened my erection, which I took advantage of by tying the bootlace around the underside of my balls and looping it three times over the base of my cock. Then I wrapped it three more times around the scrotum, pulling down to tighten my sack. The remainder was crisscrossed up the shaft until used up and knotted under the sensitive glans. I have practiced this tie numerous times; when done before my cock hardens again, it pulls quite tight on my balls upon erection.

Next, I tied one of the old stockings around the purple dildo and started giving it head. This stirred my cock to tension the ball bondage further. I secured the stocking around the back of my head and looped it a few times so that effectively gagged me with a big rubber cock. For now, I held it with my teeth while tying the stocking; by stretching it as I tied, it would be forced into my mouth if I released the grip from my teeth.

I then tied rope around each ankle with about eight inches of slack for hobbling. Using strips of bedsheet, I made a cinch noose and a wrist coil, threading the cinch noose through the back of my breast harness. The end was tied to the center of my hobble rope. Next came the rabbit; it was my first time using this toy in earnest, so I lubed up well. Putting on a rubber glove, I pulled my panties aside and slipped two well-lubed fingers into my ass to relax for the rather thick vibrator. Squatting down, I lowered myself onto the thick toy. My sphincter resisted at first but, after taking a deep breath to relax, it started penetrating me. I gasped at the stretched feeling and inadvertently released my grip on the rubber cock in my mouth! The stretched stocking drove it to the back of my throat and I gagged slightly before pulling it back out and regripping it with my teeth. The sensation of both my mouth and ass filled with cock caused my own cock to get even harder, putting more pressure on the lace and tightening around both my balls and shaft. I felt like such a naughty little slut!

I pulled the panty crotch over the extruding end of the vibrator and tucked them under the crotch ropes. This drove the toy slightly deeper into my ass causing me to moan but not lose the grip on the dildo gagging me. Straddling the stool now, I sat down on the rolled-up towel so it was lengthwise under my bottom. As the rabbit is quite girthy and becomes borderline painful, I slowly put more weight on it. Thank God I used lots of lube.

Now the other stocking gets pulled over my head putting a little more pressure on the purple cock. I pull it down so the lace band rests around my neck. Grabbing two more cotton strips, I tie one around each knee and place one under and one over the stool, tying the ends. The process of bending at the waist to reach under the stool causes the rabbit to intrude further into my ass! I am now secured to the stool and ready for helplessness.

Reaching down behind me, I grab the ankle ropes and hook the hobble rope over the rolled-up towel I’m sitting on, placing my stocking-clad feet on the rail that runs under the stool cushion. I have to hurry as the rail is slippery, just like the stockings. Reaching down again, I turn the vibrator up to full power and maximum wriggle, pulling the cinch noose down until I feel tension on the ankle ropes. I hurriedly place one hand through the wrist coil and thread that coil through the cinch noose. Working my other hand through the remaining loop, I hesitate for about ten seconds before letting my feet drop from the bars of the stool.

Immediately, I feel the cinch noose tighten the coil on my wrists while the now-buzzing vibrator drives deep into my ass! I feel fuller than ever before; the buzzing and oscillation cause my eyes to close and lips to part. Shit, I forgot about the cock in my mouth that is now tickling my gag reflex! I panic a little and struggle against my bonds but remember reading about people choking during selfbondage, which helps calm me down.

Thank goodness for years of tongue-strengthening oral exercises; I am able to hold the rubber cock against the roof of my mouth and slowly work it back away from the throat. I can’t force it out due to the wonderfully stretchy nylon holding it there, but at least now it is a relatively comfortable depth.

I can picture myself! A bound, gagged, slutty black lingerie-wearing sub with cock in ass, ready to serve my mistress or master—or both! I struggle against my bonds but to no avail, and that always sends me into a deeply submissive state. My cock aches against its nylon and bootlace prison, and the towel rubbing against the bottom of my tightly tied sack puts me needing release. I try reaching around to stroke my throbbing shaft but can only come with one-half an inch exposed. Bending forward at the waist puts more pressure on the vibrator which is now buzzing against my sensitive prostate! Unconsciously beginning to rock,

Rocking back and forth on the stool, I ride his cock while starting to suck hard on the one in my mouth. An orgasm builds deep within my belly, and I realize it’s beginning in my butt! I rock furiously back and forth, hearing the ropes creak under the strain as tension fills my legs!! The orgasm bursts from my bound-up cock and surges from my toes up to my ass and head, then back down again for what feels like ten minutes (though probably only one; it felt like ten!!!) My butt repeatedly clamps around his shaft while the toy in my mouth sinks deep into the back of my throat! I notice my toes are flat on the floor and realize that just as I was climaxing, I snapped the cotton strip tying my hands to my ankles. Now, bending forward, I can reach up and pull the dildo out! It’s effectively a bit gag now, but no longer a choking threat this time. I manage to find the quick-release knot securing my legs to the stool and stand free. I feel like I’ve been run over by a train as I hobble to the bedroom for my release scissors. After undoing the bonds and removing the gag, I take out the vibrator from my butt and clean up. A cigarette and a tall glass of cold water help soothe the dryness in my mouth before heading off to bed… still wearing lingerie. Nothing beats waking up in stockings!!! Hope you all enjoyed my first post…more coming