Bound

She had never been bound before but was willing to give it a try. Not sure of what the experience would hold and with someone she had never played with, she was fairly clear about what her boundaries were and had negotiated safe words for the activity. Her nerves nearly did her in the night before but she persevered and made it to the meeting spot with time to spare. Traffic had been light and the drive was easy.

He had carefully selected a spot that was midway between the two of them and at a hotel that was cheerful and clean. Sitting, waiting for him to arrive, she thought of all the things that could go wrong with being tied up. Her heart pounded in her chest even though she trusted him completely. They had spent months getting to know each other through email, chats and meeting a few times, but was it enough?

He arrived and some of her trepidation slid out of her, but not all of it. They walked together down the hall to the room and she couldn't help but think of what was to come. Hugging had helped but her tummy was still full of butterflies. Arriving at the door, she smiled up at him and entered after he opened it with the passkey.

He had kept his plans for the evening to himself and teased her with them, though he did promise they would be fun. "Your happiness is my happiness" he said to her to reassure her the night before. As they closed the door and locked it behind them she looked around the room and took a deep breath. This is where she would be tied at his mercy; this is where she would lose her bondage cherry.

She sat her luggage down and then sat on the bed herself. He mentioned that he was going to go get ice and she nodded, giving him a quick grin. "Take your passkey" she said, but he said he was going to just leave the door on the latch as long as it was alright with her. Nodding she began to unpack, trying to concentrate on anything but what was going to happen next.

When he returned he began his task of unpacking too, laying the rope and things on the bed for her to see. She couldn't help but be drawn to the floggers he had made with colored rope, picking one up to try the thuddiness on her leg and liking the way it felt as it came in contact with her calf. "Oh, nice." Turning her head, she looked at him and heard a distinct crack, as her nerves tightened the muscles around her neck. Asking him what she should do, he motioned to her to lie down on the bed for a massage.

His fingers dug deeply into her tense muscles, soothing away her feelings of anxiety. Rhythmically he worked his way across her shoulders, her neck, her arms, her back, and then down to her buttocks, her thighs and her calves. She sighed in pure delight; unable to believe how much more calmly she was feeling.

"That feels marvelous," she purred.

Sighing deeply she sort of sank into the bed with relaxation. Smiling she turned her head to see if she could see him but he was out of her sight. "What now?"

"Well I though we could try the Good luck knot with a body cinch." He sat down on the bed and she rolled over onto her hip, to see what he was doing. Taking a moment to look at him, she pulled herself into a sitting position.

He took the opportunity to get his book and show her the binding he wanted to do, and the butterflies came back, this time not as pressing but still there. "Remember the pose I showed you that you liked when we looked before?" he queried.

She nodded and asked him where he wanted her.

"Standing I think," he said helping to pull her into an upright position and then stood behind her. Working rather quickly he soon had a knot that looked cool ready for placement on her chest. Having her hold it mid-chest, he had her cinched into a body harness in no time flat. The feel of the rope tugging on her felt comforting and secure.

She shivered for some reason and blamed the air-conditioning. Then came the command to lie down on the bed, which with her arms as they were, seemed a bit of a challenge. However, she was up to anything for the experience, and tried to comply gracefully, only to fall onto her face as she couldn't catch herself. She laughed at the absurdity of trying to get into position but soon wasn't laughing as she felt him tying her legs into position too.

She was now thoroughly tied up, with no way out without his help. Face down she had no way of knowing what he was doing but she could hear him rustling around. "Ready?" he asked.

Nodding against the bed she felt something sharp press against her body. Then a lovely sensation of pinpricks moved up her leg and around her hip. The sensation decreased as it moved over her shorts but then the pressure increased again as it moved over to her other leg. She whimpered and squirmed wanting more of the delicious feeling. As if he read her mind, he moved around her hips, over her buttocks, and back down to her legs again. By this time she was trembling all over.

"You like edge play right," she heard him say.

Again all she could do was wiggle. Then she felt the edge of a knife press against her hip and move up her back, drawing circles back and forth between her hips. Lifting her head she whimpered and felt her whole body quake. It was at this point that a thought came into her mind, what if he had thoughts of plunging the blade into her?

"Lets roll you over," were the next words she heard and then a blindfold was quickly slipped over her eyes and round the back of her head.

This was not nearly as comfortable as she was lying on her hands a bit, but the feeling of the knife as it dragged across her chest took her thoughts off the discomfort. He traced her breasts in a figure eight, back and forth around the edges, slowly creeping inward with the knife-edge until it was tracing the areola through the fabric of her shirt. She felt her nipples hardening through her bra as she lay there enjoying the play of knife running over her.

By this time the trembling had increased and she began to think that she might need to be untied. Then the knife began to move lower, closer and closer to her mound. She moaned as it traced around the area.

"Getting cold now" she sort of panted through the shivers. He quickly felt her feet and decided to untie her. Rolling back onto her front she felt the gentle tug of the knots being undone and wiggled her fingers as she felt her hands come free.

Sitting up, she looked at the reminders of the tie and smiled. Across her wrists were indentations from the rope. Gently rubbing them she said she needed a break and something to eat. He agreed and they munched on cheese and crackers and raisinets while she also sipped some Gatorade to get her sugar level back under control.

"Let's try the dragonfly sleeve," he told her. Pulling out the bench that was against the wall and motioning for her to sit, he picked up the rope and smiled.

"Do you want me in this top or something else?" she asked.

He asked, "Do you have something sleeveless?" Nodding she pulled off the long sleeve purple top and just as smoothly changed into a sleeveless blue top.

Again he stood behind her, this time with her sitting on the bench. Bringing her arms closer together, her began looping the rope around her shoulders. Then she felt it wrap around the top of her arms, cinching them closer together. The rope caressed her arms as it slid down another few inches then another knot, causing just a bit of tension in her shoulders, making her sit a bit straighter.

She felt him working down her arms, wondering how it looked, because this was one of her favorite ties from the books he had shown her.

Finally she felt him capture her hands and then her ankles tying them to the legs of the bench. He came around and stood in front of her, this time with a riding crop in his hand. Smiling, he gently then more firmly tapped the inside of her leg, then landed a solid hit. Working back and forth with the crop he swatted her legs, her hips, even the top of her breast, but he didn't look happy.

"If you don't like the crop, don't use it," she whimpered to him. He smiled then and agreed.

"I think I like you too much, I don't want to hurt you." Walking toward the bed, he soon returned with the Wartenberg wheel. Starting at her ankles he slowly wheeled his way up her leg, first one then the other. Rolling across her thigh, he moved toward her hips, while she wiggled and twitched with delight. The bite through the shorts was not as sharp, but it snagged a bit on her shirt.

Grinning a bit, she watched while he slid her shirt up, trying to make it stay above her breasts so he could attack the flesh of her stomach. Looking down she grinned and said, "Look at the tracks it's making." Everywhere the wheel went it left little pinpricks of redness behind. Tucking the shirt finally into her bra straps he went to work moving back and forth between her hips, while she arched her back and shivered in delight. The feeling of the wheel was incredible with the knowledge that she couldn't do anything to stop it.

Smiling just a tad evilly, he began to undo the closures on her bra, struggling a bit with the ones in the middle. With the bra peeled slightly back, he worked his way up her body to her chest with the wheel, pressing gently then more firmly, first one breast then the other. The pinpricks were delicious, just enough to make her squirm with pleasure.

Then he began the process of seriously working on her chest, back and forth, up and down, closer and closer to the nipples with each stroke of the wheel. By this time she was moaning pretty heavily and wiggling for all she was worth. He had knelt to get access to her chest more fully, moving with rhythm now; he left trails of pinpricks all over her chest and stomach.

Finishing up with a flourish, he stood and bent to kiss her, deeply on the mouth. Moaning against his lips, she felt him pinch her nipple tightly. She nearly cried out, but grinned up at him as he let go.

Then he moved away for a second and she heard several clicks. She had forgotten in the moment that he wanted to capture the ties for posterity.

Coming around he clicked two pictures of her sitting from the front too. Before he did, he slid her top down again so she was semi-decent for the picture. Then he came around and pulled her arms close together and slid the knots off of her with a quick tug.

"That was fun," she said. She waited patiently as he knelt once again to undo her legs so she could move again. When she was free, she moved to the bed, to sit and regain some composure. He moved over to the desk, coiling rope as he went.

Setting the rope down, he pensively looked at a tablet he had sitting there. "Ahh your list," she teased him. He smiled and nodded. Then offered her some candy. She shook her head and got up to eat some more cheese and crackers and test her blood. Finding it a bit low, she took her meds and drank some more Gatorade.

Looking at the clock she was surprised at how much time had passed while tied up. "I think we should try the saran wrap and tattoo idea, if you are up for it." He looked at her over his glasses, while tapping his list against his leg.

She nodded and asked him where to move. He motioned at the end of the bed and picked up an industrial roll of cling wrap. He made quick work of wrapping her arms and legs, each individually. As the cling wrap went on she got a warm comfortable feeling of security enclosing her. His hands smoothed down the last bit of wrap and he helped her onto the bed, where he had her lie on her back, spread eagle.

He looped a rope over the headboard and tied her firmly into position, then got out the blindfold again, covering her eyes. Finally he added headphones with a random shuffle of tunes that he had selected for the evening.

The feeling from the cocooning wrap soothed her and sent her into a hazy feeling. Zoning out she listened to his music and breathed in the scent of the sharpie. She prayed that it didn't bleed through but it didn't bother her enough to stop the process to check. He worked methodically on the first leg, back and forth; she felt the slight tickle of the pen pressing into her. Wiggling a bit, she tried not to squirm too much so she didn't interfere with the drawing.

He moved then, and she felt the bite of the rope as it tightened around her wrist, but it wasn't distressing enough for her to stop him.

This time she felt long lines being drawn on her leg, up and down, back and forth and she wiggled a bit more than she had previously. He seemed to spend a long time on this leg, and she wondered what the heck he was drawing, as she felt him stipple and move the pen rapidly up and down, then little feelings of swirls. She was at a loss to what she would see when she saw the pictures but the sensation of being bound, with him free to put whatever he wanted on her thrilled her.

Thinking of previous play experiences, she wondered if she would find pornography or humiliating phrases on herself, but knew she had no way to control the process. She was in for the ride.

About then the headphones slid off from her moving her head and she whimpered again. He adjusted them and went to work on her first arm. The smell of the sharpie was beginning to mesmerize her; the meandering flow of the pen as it crossed her arm had her engrossed. He stopped a few times but took up the movement again while she lay listening to Zappa. Finally she felt him move to her last arm and stirred a bit, wanting to stretch her shoulders into a more comfortable position.

"This one will be simple," he said, cause he was tired from all the energy poured into the others. Minutes later, seemingly, he was done and he pulled the blindfold away so she could lift her head and see a bit. Several clicks later, the picture process was done and he blindfolded her again. Listening to hear what he was doing, she heard a soft buzzing noise and wondered what he had in mind. She soon learned.

The buzzing became a vibration against her body, as it moved back and forth to his favorite spots to torment her. She whimpered and moaned arching her back as she felt it trace back and forth across her chest. Then she felt it move down to her mound and wiggled to make it go where she wanted. Moaning, she couldn't get him to place it in exactly the right spot, but it was so tantalizingly close!

He played with her for a while, moving the vibrations all over her. Finally she felt it hit against her clit and moaned again. Just as suddenly, the vibration stopped and she felt him get off the bed, and then felt her feet being released. She sighed with frustration and then felt his hands undoing the blindfold and taking off the headphones.

It was late and he was tired. As she thought about it, she realized that she was tired too. Sliding down to the end of the bed, she stood with his help and said, "Well how do we get them off?" meaning the cling wrap now encasing her. He asked if she trusted him, and nodding he moved to get his knife.

Working carefully, he slid the knife under the plastic wrap, slicing it, so it looked like he was peeling skin off her. He got a huge grin on his face and said that it brought out the sadist in him to do this. He slid the knife through layer after layer of cling wrap, first one arm then the next, finally moving onto her legs.

When he was done there was a small pile of cling wrap on the floor that she felt sort of ambivalent about, wishing there was a way to preserve it. At least she would have the pictures to treasure later when he was done cropping them.

He wiped his forehead and said, "That was fun, but I am really in need of resting my eyes." She nodded and headed towards her bag to get out her nightgown. At the same time he changed into his pj's and they lay down on the bed holding hands. Too wired to sleep, she listened to his deep breathing and thought about all that had gone on. It had certainly been an experience to remember.

Originally written Sep 25, 2011