I’m going to write today about my first bondage experience. I’ve done many things backwards in terms of sexual experience, I’m sure some of that will come out as time goes on in this blog. I actually tied a woman up and was tied up myself before I had actual sex, and fairly soon after my first sexual experiences at that. Weird I know, but I don’t regret how it all went down. This was a hell of an experience, I/we have come a long way from this, but it was the first time in bondage and it was incredible. Some of this entry is going to be excerpts from a journal that I kept since it expresses fairly well what I was thinking then. I’m going to leave it mostly untouched, editing out the grossest grammatical errors, and anything that might reveal the identity of the not so innocent, but leaving the original writing with some of the awkwardness, I feel like it adds something to the story. My partner and I had talked about kinky sex and knew that we shared a mutual interest in spanking and bondage and we both knew that it was going there at some point. She is awesome, and I can’t describe how much I’ve benefited from knowing her, and I’m immensely glad that we experienced these things together. From here on out her pseudonym will be Minou which seems like a fairly appropriate moniker.
Saturday:
“The best part of the evening though was when I told her that I was bringing a goodie bag next time I came. You should have seen the look on her face. She was excited and up for pretty much anything, but she couldn’t hardly get words out. And of course I didn’t tell her what was going to be in the bag. Now she gets to imagine and anticipate for awhile. The rope I bought today is going in the bag, along with a flogger that I couldn’t find today.”
On a tangent another bit of this entry is pretty good.
“The other good one, she put a shirt on to go to the bathroom and as a joke I nibbled on her nipple through her shirt and left a lip shaped wet spot. But it turns out her roommate had just gotten back and ran into her in the bathroom and well, that was entertaining. “
Wednesday:
“I bought a little flogger, that’s pretty ridiculous. The one I really wanted was $120, go figure. I think I could make one just like though. That’d be a fun project. My goody-bag no includes several lengths of soft rope, a blindfold, gag, Clothespins, feathers, a flogger, and what in reality is a little rubber baster, but would feel pretty interesting were one blindfolded. This all along w/ a bottle of wine chilling in my trunk. This should be a pretty interesting evening after work.”
Thursday:
“It was indeed an interesting night. I’m in the basement of a University Library in a deserted conference room. Not many people come down here. I blew of work as soon as I could. We had to make a trip out to get a corkscrew to open the bottle of wine. Things went off pretty much as I envisioned. We cuddled for awhile and drank our wine, and I spanked her in her living room again, bent over the table this time. My bag for the goodies was a duffel bag and so I walk in with a very large duffel bag and that turns out to be quite the mindfuck. We added her vibrators to the stash of toys and I tied her to the bed. She hadn’t thought about getting tickled. Teasing, sucking, flogging, I blindfolded her, dripped wine on her body and licked it off. She came once and then she tied me up. We had talked about her tying me up sometime in the past and she wasn’t sure that she would enjoy it; I think it’s growing on her. What a trip. I think I’ll come back to this description later.”
Friday:
“I’m finding more and more examples that life is just like real life (and not like anything else), regardless of how it’s fictionalized, cleaned up, or idealized. Everything that you actually go out and do has all the foibles and rawness of real life. Sex, travel, skydiving all have incredible hype surrounding them and the reality doesn’t look or feel anything like the hype. I’m going to go back and describe the night in more detail, real detail. I tied her spread-eagled, four ropes to the four corners of the bed and I stood back and drank her in for a moment. I kissed her, and she kissed back, then I started tickling her. This is hard to believe it actually happened, it’s been a fantasy for so long. She writhed and jerked against the ropes and tried to convince me to stop. I didn’t really do too much tickling; I would like her to come back. As I look back some of the minute details are already gone, what I have are incredibly detailed snapshots. Dripping wine over her body and licking it off, dripping it onto her lips and the taste of it when I kissed her. That was after the blindfold went on. The little flogger was a good purchase; it got put to much use, both in its stinging purpose and a remarkably sensuous tease with the loose ends. It’s all black with about a 6” handle and 8” tails that I think are some kind of silicon or rubber; pretty good with the smacks and petty good with the slow dragging. One of my snapshots has me sitting on her, she’s looking up at me, her arms are stretched out. It’s a hell of a rush when she’s sucking your cock and licking your balls while tied to her own bed, and enjoying it. I clothespinned her nipples, she knew what they were for the moment they came out of the bag and she didn’t comment at all except to say she knew where they were going. Those were the only thing and parts of the evening that I think pushed her limits. I remember razor burn on her thighs, I remember laughing about stupid stuff where something didn’t go quite the way we thought it would. We used all the toys except the gag. (We’re both actually pretty quiet) There were several times, both with her and with me where we had to adjust the ropes because they had gotten too tight. I’ll have to find a better knot, but there was no getting away. I taught her the knot when it was my turn to be tied up. Before this she wasn’t too eager I think for this, but now. . . She had a look in her eye that she wanted a crack at me. I’m not as ticklish tied up as I thought I’d be, although maybe if she used a little different technique. She loved the blindfold on me. She put it on and left the room. I sat there and thought “Shit, she might be better at this than I thought.” She comes back and I’m trying to figure out why she left. There aren’t really good works to describe the feeling of being tied naked to a bed, blindfolded, and at the mercy of a woman you’ve just teased, tickled, clipped her nipples, and made cum with your mouth; she’s just left to get some unknown thing. I hear ice dropping into a wine glass. Oh god. She dragged the ice everywhere, up and down my chest my inner thighs, balls, and cock, kisses with the ice in her mouth. She gets points for that one, actually pretty erotic, plus the ‘oh god’ factor. Any strokes of anything on the balls is killer, she didn’t fully take advantage of that, but that’d be torment. She hit it pretty good right at the end, stopping and going, staying with the balls that had me squirming and it was good. She untied me and we slept for awhile and then were at it again. I added two ropes above her knees to keep her legs spread even further and resolved this would really be a tease and I wasn’t even going to attempt to make her cum. With one hand still untied we masturbated together until she was good and wet, the blindfold went on and I finished the tying. Each and every toy and much of my body dragged across her, never touching her clit. When she was really wet, the best was one or two strokes with the feathers across her pussy and the sit back and tease myself while she squirmed and gasped, wanting any sort of touch. She was tied for an hour and a half this go around and she had only one thing one her mind. She came hard that time, and told me the tease was so much worse in the morning. She tied me again and when it was over we were both exhausted. Couldn’t sleep though and ended up going to breakfast. The room looked like the site of debauchery that it was, ropes hanging off the bed, sex toys everywhere. Heck of a thing.”
It’s strange to go back and read this now. Reading my description of how it felt, and reliving my memories of it. Things that I wrote triggering memories that I haven’t thought about in awhile. It was such an erotic night. I loved every moment of it. We’ve done so much since then; we took that night and ran with it, taking it farther, discovering what we each liked and perfecting it night after night. I’m going to end this post with one thing we did right and one thing that we could have done differently.
The thing we really did right was communicate. We had talked extensively beforehand, I felt like I had a pretty good idea what she expected and felt like we were on the same page, and we communicated really well during everything we did that night. What felt good and what didn’t feel as good. Like the clothespins were too much for her, they didn’t stay on long and didn’t go back. I quickly purchased some tweezer style nipple clips and those went over much better. We’ve had a lot fun with those since. We communicated when the ropes were too tight; be both got a little tingly from something being too tight, and we stopped and fixed it before moving on.
The thing we could have done differently was the knot that we used to tie each up. I shake my head at myself now about that one now. So I’d like to share some things that I’ve learned since then. I used a clove hitch, because that was something that I knew from work. That was totally the wrong knot; it’s designed to tighten under pressure, which is exactly what you don’t want in a bondage knot. We communicated really well, and so it didn’t become a real issue, but I’ve done a lot of reading since then on bondage. I highly recommend a good pair of leather cuffs, lined on the inside so they’re soft. I made my own, which we really like. However, before that I did some research into bondage knots. What you want is something that won’t increase the pressure when someone is struggling. That said I recommend you do some internet searching for bondage knots, perhaps at some point I will write on post on what knots I tend to use, but that’s something I’ll save for its on post. Anyway it’s likely to be a fun search topic.
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