A little background about me, I'm a happily divorced woman in her early forties; you may have read some of my adventures elsewhere where I've enjoyed being tied up and left, bagged and bound. Since the divorce, I've met and played around with several male acquaintances, pickups in bars, and male friends of friends who were introduced to me. So I'm currently enjoying playing the field so to speak and don't have any regular or steady boyfriend, just enjoying myself as a woman. Some of this story is true, other parts I leave that up to your imagination.
I'd been seeing Justin for a couple of months, just meeting up maybe once a week for some fun and sex, well a girl has needs you know. Justin was younger than me, bonus points there, and he was different from the other guys that I was seeing at the moment. Yes, he was good in the bedroom, but he was also a great talker, so the conversation was easy with him (extra bonus points). He also revealed that he was into bondage, though, as Justin told me that he preferred the tying part than being bound himself. Now I like bondage, or should I say love being tied, the feel of the coarse ropes as they caress my soft skin and hold my limbs down or tied together. The helplessness of being bound is a significant turn-on for me, I can let myself go, relax and enjoy what is happening to me.
Justin had at first been hesitant to introduce me to his ropes. He didn't realize that I have been tied up before so when he asked me if he could do it he was shy and for the first time seemed nervous in the relationship. I could tell by the slight quiver in his voice. I told him that I had no problem with trying it, I sort of lied to him that I had no experience. A girl has many guilty secrets after all, and he gently tied my wrists with some very soft rope to the headboard of his bed and brought me to several beautiful orgasms that night. The feeling of being bound again by someone and being their captive damsel bringing a deep sexual longing out from me.
So the next time we met, he asked me if I'd enjoyed being tied up by him. I told him that I had really enjoyed being his bound sextoy and that I was hoping for a repeat performance. His face lit up when I said this to him, he seemed to be like a boy getting all his Christmas presents at once. Soon he had me tied naked and spread eagle onto his bed, my wrists were tied off to the top corner posts of his bed and my ankles down to the bottom corners of his bed, I guess tied off to the bed legs or something. I was now naked, available and stretched open for whatever he wanted to do to me, there wasn't anything I could, or wanted to do, to stop him from using me as he wished. I was in my bondage heaven.
He again brought me to several fantastic orgasms. The best one, though, was when he covered my mouth with his hand to stop me making too much noise, he told me, well, I was enjoying myself immensely at the time. I think the fact that his hand acted as a gag but also restricted my breathing brought out a more profound climax within me, the forcefulness of his actions bringing out the inner submissive in me. Once I'd recovered my wits, I said to him teasingly that if he didn't want me to make so much noise that he should do something about it. And that was the first time that he gagged me during our 'tie me to the bed and shag me' sessions; he brought out a ballgag from his collection of bondage goodies and pushed the ball into my mouth and closed the straps behind my head. I could no longer speak and I loved it.
Our sexual relationship continued this way for the next few weeks. We'd meet up somewhere for dinner or drinks and then back to his place for our regular sex sessions with me tied some way or another. I'd usually be bound naked and spread wide on his bed, with him using my body for our mutual pleasure and me using him for my bondage fix. I trusted him more now, and I felt that I could experiment with Justin, so more bondage goodies were added to our steamy sexual dalliances.
Although the nipple clamps were a bit painful at first, they turned into a good pain when he was going down on me exploring the inner folds of my pleasure center and bringing the most delightful feelings out of me. The buttplug was interesting. I have had and enjoyed anal sex before, especially in college as I didn't want to get pregnant and sometimes forgot my birth control, so the feel of that inside me was a nice feeling, especially when his penis was inside me as well. It does seem that two cocks are better than one.
Then one Friday evening with me bound naked in a spreadeagle tie on his bed, I was gagged as usual and had my jewelry on or in, nipple clamps & a buttplug inserted filling my rear. I lay there as Justin went to town on my body, going down and using his tongue to bring out some superb feelings in me and an orgasm that washed over my body, and then without delay, Justin climbed on top of me to use me for our mutual pleasure.
We'd been going for a couple of hours, or so it seemed. I would have thought that Justin would have run out of steam by now, but after seemingly going out of the bedroom to refresh himself with a drink from the kitchen, leaving me bound to the bed, he was back and now ready for some more action. His member was standing there loud and proud and soon it was again plundering the depths of my womanhood. It was amazing.
After three magnificent and thoroughly enjoyable orgasms were brought out of me by him he began to again shoot his load into me. I could feel the shudder go through his body as he climaxed and then a warm, wet feeling grew stronger between my legs. I felt like I was in heaven and relished the afterglow of our lovemaking. Soon he excused himself again and said that he needed to take another break and that he would be back in a moment, still leaving me tied to his bed. I was comfortable in my bondage, though the nipple clamps had started to make their presence felt. With no delightful distraction from him using me to take my mind off them, and being bound and gagged there was nothing that I could do to request otherwise.
It didn't seem too long, but he was back, and he seemed more than ready to go again. His erect member was standing out proudly for all to see and enticing me to want to take the thing in my mouth and devour it. But I was bound and gagged, so I was just his sextoy at the moment. I could do nothing to him and had to deny myself the pleasure of sucking him off, tasting the flesh and swallowing his cum. That thought turned me on even more, though I was on that plateau where I was so sexually responsive, even a slight breeze over my skin felt delightful and sent pleasant feelings deep within my body.
This time he just used me it seemed, no sooner was he in the room that he was inside me too, falling on top of me and entering me without any foreplay, not that I needed any turned on as I was, but this was just pure sex from his point of view. I was just a receptacle for his sexual needs and I loved it. I think at that point we were both used up, tired and satisfied with our lengthy sex session that night. I certainly was, and I would remember this night for a while to come. Talking of coming he didn't take too long before he again shot his wad inside me, I didn't climax myself this time, I think that I'd used up my quota already and was just happy to let him use me. I find it just as enjoyable to be used this way sometimes.
We both lay there on the bed for a little while enjoying the afterglow of our exhausted bodies, with me still tightly bound to the bed stretched out with my limbs attached to each corner of the bed, and the ballgag remained firmly in between my lips ensuring that I could not speak. I was comfortable and didn't want to be released just at that moment. I was content to lay there with Justin cuddled up next to me, spending some time just cuddled up to each other. But that didn't last long, he just got up and left the room again, strange I thought, but I was still happy and deeply satisfied, then not long after he was back and once again with his manhood standing to attention, ready to plunder my body again for his needs.
At this point, I realized that there was something different about Justin. There was usually a mole just to the right of Justin's crotch, and now it was no longer there. A woman notices these things when she wants to. Figuring out that something wasn't right, I started to laugh behind my gag. He just looked at me as I got the giggles, and I think that he thought that he'd damaged me with all of the sex or maybe I was laughing at him. I wasn't, but with the gag in my mouth, I couldn't speak. Though this didn't deter him as he then climbed on to the bed and was soon inside me. He again used me for his pleasure; all the while, I looked with a deep knowing smile into his face. Once he came in me I grunted for him to remove the gag, he was reluctant at first, but I repeated that I wanted the gag out and nervously he removed it.
"Thanks," I said, the smile still on my face. "Now, where is Justin?"
"What?" was the reply.
"I know that you have been trading places with each other," I said, "Justin, get in here."
The door opened, and there stood a sheepish Justin, his twin brother Roger was still in the bed with me, still stunned that I'd figured out their little game of switcheroo.
