A pleasant pastime

I rose early this morning with the whole day free. It was only 04:30, and my partner was still fast asleep, so I crept downstairs. I could have snoozed a bit more, but once I’m up, I’m usually done sleeping. I heard my wife head to the bathroom, which meant she must have woken too, but it didn’t matter; I heard her return to bed and shut the door. Since she typically rises between 08:30 and 09:00, that timing made me feel it was time for some play.

I headed to our guest room and fetched my nylon rope. I went for a theme of a struggling bound nurse. I dragged a chair into the hallway and positioned it facing the large mirror I’d mounted on the wall. First up, I fashioned a hangman’s noose from thicker sections of the rope. This setup lets the coils function as a gag, while the open end wraps around the head to be secured in the loop.

I used existing ropes with eyelets that fit over the chair legs. I stepped my feet into these loops and pulled taut, locking my ankles to the chair frame. Then I took those rope ends and tied them to the back of the chair above the crossbar (preventing the ankle bindings from sliding down).

I also created a simple loop with some thick rope for later use on my hands. Starting with a small knot, I ran the line from my lap around the upright post at the rear and brought it forward across my chest. After pulling tight, I passed it through that initial loop. The rest of the line went under the chair seat, over my thighs to hold them firmly against the frame, where I tied it off securely. It was snug enough, though a bit superfluous as I could still shift my legs side-to-side.

More rope stretched from the right crossbar just above my knee; I mirrored this on the left leg and delightedly found myself unable to close them completely. This gave me a good view of my petticoat and panties, which were thick enough to keep my cock pointed downward. Finally, I grabbed the loop prepared for my wrists, passed it through the rope securing me to the chair, inserted my hands, and twisted until the knot closed around my wrists. With nowhere to go, I sat there admiring myself as a nurse in the mirror. It must have been about 05:45.

I had a bit of struggle but decided to close my eyes and let my imagination run wild. It worked well enough that I dozed off until a noise woke me—someone next door starting their day, likely closing the front gate. Watching through our patterned glass door as she walked to her car, I felt lucky; while she could peer in if she tried hard, it wasn’t obvious I was there. As she drove away, I thought, “If only she knew.” I wondered how she’d react seeing me tied up in a nurse’s outfit.

I decided the duration of my bondage session was sufficient and changed back into normal clothes by 08:00. Fortunately, as my wife got up shortly after. It was fun all the same, but I definitely think it’s time to suggest she dress me and tie me up again.