Daydreaming During Restraint

I was home early Friday afternoon, before Jim got back from work, my husband. I started pondering the best way to seduce him. Since we both enjoy leather and bondage, that became the direction of my thoughts. I decided to dress up in preparation for being tied up and observe his reaction.

With time to spare, I showered first then did my hair. I applied lipstick and wore Jim’s favorite perfume. Then I went into the bedroom and retrieved my box of “special” outfits. With a good collection available, I laid out several options and considered them. I chose something basic yet delightfully kinky. First came the corset; surely it should always be first? Without help, I can’t tighten it as much as I prefer, but I get close enough. It was already laced in back so I just wrapped it around my waist and fastened the front busk. My corset is black satin with red embroidery, giving me a look somewhat like a black widow. The top sits below my breasts while pushing them upward, leaving nipples and tops exposed. Very sexy. Once fastened, the fit was quite snug, though Jim might help tighten it further when he arrived.

I wear a leather collar that buckles shut and is secured with a small padlock. I put this on and snapped the lock into place. It’s a wide strap covering my entire neck and holding my chin up. Not exactly a posture collar, but close enough. My boots are made of soft, supple black leather featuring nice high heels and pointed toes. Zipped up, they follow the shape of my calves snugly and end just below the knee.

My opera-length gloves are also black leather, fitting me perfectly. They hug my arms all the way to the shoulders with a tight fit in the fingers. They look terrific when tied with white rope; Jim has captured photos and videos showing how I appear bound up. Nothing beats white rope sinking into soft black leather. Plus, the leather on my fingers makes finding knots more difficult, though escaping was never really an option anyway since Jim is a master at knotting. When he ties me, I stay tied until released.

I paused to check myself in the dressing mirror. The result was stunning, if I may say so. My goal was seduction and I felt quite confident. I considered lacy panties but decided against them.

Wondering what else would work well, I added wrist and ankle cuffs. Jim loves it when I tie myself up occasionally; sometimes I pretend to do the tying while he “surprises” me mid-process before finishing off my restraints. Other times, I get captured entirely: he points a toy gun at me, making me bind my legs and gag myself, then securing my hands afterward. We have plenty of such games.

Tonight, I buckled on leather wrist and ankle cuffs made with padded two-and-a-half-inch wide straps plus narrower straps sewn onto the main ones for buckling. Each narrow strap features a heavy iron ring riveted to it. Designed to support weights much greater than mine, they are very secure. Adjusted so rings faced outward on both wrists and ankles, everything was tight and ready.

I went to the kitchen preparing a martini intended for Jim but noticed there was still time left, so I drank one quickly before making another head into the living room near the front door. Seeing the walkway allowed me to know when he’d arrive. He would enter hanging up his coat closing the door behind him while standing just out of sight.

II Seeing Jim approach, I took my position as the door opened with myself hiding slightly behind it. Once closed and seeing me clearly handed over a martini saying “Hi honey welcome home how was your day?” He accepted the drink looking me up down grinning knowing full well his appearance pleased greatly sipped then pulled closer warming gradually tilting head back receiving kisses patting bare bottom simultaneously feeling warm too suggesting we move together hooking finger through ring collar leading toward play room area although technically spare bedroom rather than dungeon-like space though real dungeons remain wish list item.

Using two short chain lengths Jim attached wrists ceiling eye-bolts not quite a true dungeon setup but improvements made possible tugging chains playing damsel-distressed role seconds later ankles also chained floor bolts stretching fully hands four feet apart legs two feet wide setting thought didn’t take long.

Behind stood rummaging toy box closet emerged cloth forced mouth covered leather scolds gag extending chin nose bridge triangle strap attached panel sides joined over blindfold went head buckle holding panel covering mouth. Ok now that’s what I’m talkin’ about! Chained stretched out gagged blindfolded wearing moderately kinky outfit belly full martini guy nearby doing who-knows-what life couldn’t get better! … 8657409230 But wait where was he? Hanging waiting quietly wondering sitting chair watching or gone testing bonds distractedly wiggling pulling chains futilely knowing escape impossible especially with Jim around. Wondered duration waited long periods often knows likes struggle fantasize fertile perverted imagination working creating transcript night events. Pondering favorite past bondages enjoying varied scenes settings tonight volunteered clearly though sometimes prefer overpower captured pretending struggle once truly fought strong Jim tied bruised leaving marks tying him occasionally too not frequently but enough times. “Oooh where’s that guy definitely ready loving.” thinking struggling mewed stuffed gagged sticking ass waving around boy getting treated free easily overpowered ties up cooperates unable otherwise much stronger wonder strong wrestle down tie fantasized minute unrealistic two get bet likes twins Marcie work fit strong thought grabbing pulling floor bonding oh yeah he’d like too wet imagining god! where’s legs between wants something had yes

‘s going to get it later. Get it good. Marcie is younger than I. I am 31 and she is 19. We eat lunch together and chat. One day by coincidence we both wore leather skirts to work and we talked a short while about it. Maybe she likes leather in other ways. I made a note to find out. Marcie was definitely hot, and as much as Jim would like it, I might like including her just as much. Let’s see, me and Marcie on Jim. Then we could tease him without mercy. Boy, if he ever cheated on me I would have to kill him. But, with me in control it seemed different somehow. Maybe after we got Jim tied we’d make him watch the two of us make out. That ought to get him horny. Oh, god, was I horny right now. Come on Jim boy, where are you? Then, I could tie Marci up and make her suck Jim. Yeah, Jim standing or maybe sitting, tied to a chair. I could tie Marci’s hands and get her kneeling in front of him. I’d let her suck him until he was about to come, then pull her back. An hour of that would pay him back for hanging me up like this and leaving. GOD, how long has it been, like FIVE HOURS? Ok, maybe not that long. Still, I was getting tired. Good thing I did not wear my ballet boots. But wait, what if Jim and Marci ganged up on me. Oh oh, better think this through. Three people: what are the mathematics here. We could do me and Marci dominating Jim, Jim and Marci dominating me, or me and Jim dominating Marci. That’s three ways, but we could also do one of us dominating the other two. Wow, six different combinations with an infinite number of possibilities for each of the six. Ok, now I am trying to decide which one is best. What if Marci and I tried ganging up on Jim but he overpowered both of us and had us both tied up. Now what. I picture myself tied spread eagle on the bed and Marci tied like I am now, standing spread eagle at the foot of the bed. She is gagged but not blindfolded and I am blindfolded but not gagged. I know she is watching while Jim fucks me. I would have to put on a good show for her. III Finally, I felt something behind me. Jim was back, and just in time. I was about to have a mind orgasm from these twisted thoughts. He stood behind me and wrapped his arms around me, one hand on one of my breasts and one on my thigh. I could tell he was naked because I felt his hard cock between my legs. God, put that thing to use. Put it in me. Quickly. He continued to fondle and tease me while I struggled and moaned, trying to tell him to fuck me now. Then he surprised me by unlocking my wrist cuffs. But, he quickly had them locked again behind my back. Then he pulled them up and attached them to another chain so that I was in a strappado position. He attached another chain to one of the rings on my collar and locked that to an eye-bolt directly below my neck, between my feet. A perfect position for being fucked from behind, and boy, was I ready. I felt his hand on my inner thigh, then something else. Oh, no. I felt him stroking me with the riding whip. I could feel the thin stiff wand of braided leather being rubbed over my ass, then between my legs and over my nipples, rubbing me all over. Of course, I knew what was coming. I protested as much as I could through the gag, but I knew it would not work. I was whimpering even before the first stroke of the whip. Jim never hurt me with the whip. Ok, he hurt me. It hurts a lot. I am being whipped for crissake. What I mean is, he never damaged me or injured me. There is, I think, a difference between being whipped erotically and being whipped brutally. Jim is not a brute. It is weird. If you asked me if I wanted to be whipped, the answer is definitely “no”. And while it is happening, I want it to stop and would do anything to get it to stop. If I were not gagged I would be pleading, begging, and promising to do anything to get it to stop. But, afterward I always wish it had gone on a little longer. It is just that exciting. Anyway, the whipping went on way too long from my current perspective and later, I did wish that it had gone on longer. I was crying under my blindfold and whimpering through my gag. Jim took me by the hips and pulled me back to him. “You ready to be fucked?” he said. I nodded. “Really ready?” I nodded frantically and moaned as loud as I could. He pushed his cock into me. His cock was working my insides and his fingers were on my clit. I came almost instantly, shaking and almost losing my balance. My knees almost gave in, but he still had a firm grip on me. We both stayed like that, still for a minute. He pulled out unlocked my neck chain, then my ankles, and finally my strappado chain, leaving my wrists cuffed behind. He undid my collar and ankle cuffs and took off my boots and corset. Finally he unlocked my wrists and took off the cuffs. I was weak, letting him do anything. The only things left were the gloves, gag and blindfold. He guided me to the bed where we fucked again. We cuddled and necked for a while. He took off my gag and got my mouth unpacked, for which I was quite grateful. To show it I sucked on him until he got hard again and then sat on him, riding his cock like a cowgirl. Finally we both collapsed in sleep. IV A few days later, I found myself tied to a chair, gagged, in front of the television. Jim had set up the camera on a tripod during the last session and recorded the whole thing. I got to sit there and watch the whole thing over again. It turned out the time I spent waiting was way less than my imagination had indicated and, I had to admit, the whipping was really erotic. And, I did wish it had gone on longer. I’ll have to talk to Jim about that. And, Marci? I did talk to her and found out she was not only willing, but eager. We did get Jim tied up and had a good time with him. We have tried all of the six combinations possible that I mentioned above. We introduced Marci to one of Jim’s friends and they eventually got married. Now there are more like two dozen possible combinations. I think we will eventually get around to all of them. Marci knows how to sew and taught me. We like to show off our costumes to the guys and they give us suggestions for new ones. Last week we made matching leather armbinders and got the guys to put them on us. We are having a great time.