Parachute Cord

In our bed, I'm lying on my back, looking up at the ceiling but since I'm wearing a blackout mask, I can't see a thing. With the earplugs, I can't hear anything. My arms and legs are tied to the corners of the bed so I'm not able to move either.

After fifteen years of monogamous marriage and two years of sexual exclusivity before that, you have only a few choices: being bored by mundane sex, giving up on sex entirely, having affairs, or getting creative in your sex life. My husband, Steven, and I had chosen creativity.

We didn't join a sex club or become swingers. Some of the things that we thought were creative or unusual probably would have bored real kinksters. Whatever. They kept us excited and kept our marriage passionate.

We'd change up our positions and we'd try new toys or activities. We made love in new locations. We'd watch porn together and if there was something that looked fun, we'd try to imitate it.

I like being on top. So does Steven, so we take turns. I wanted to spank him and he wanted to spank me so we each experienced both sides of that. We made love in the bathtub, surrounded by candles and sipping champagne. We had sex in the backyard. I dressed him in women's underwear and put make-up on him as he licked me to a climax for a bi-curious fantasy. In exchange for that one, I let him shave my pubic hair.

It's not like we do stuff like this all the time. Most of our sex is as vanilla as you'd expect. But the creative stuff kept us interested in each other and it made the routine stuff more fun too.

We have two pre-teens daughters so there are some limits. If we can do it our bedroom, there isn't a problem but some things we can only do when they're sleeping over at friends' houses. We look forward to their time away at summer camp each year since the whole house is open for play. During the year, we tease each other with ideas for what we might do after we drop them at camp.

I'm not sure which one of us first suggested bondage but the idea excited us both so I knew that it was going to happen. Steven teased me by placing pillows over my arms, pretending to restrain them. I teased him back by asking publicly if he expected to be too tied up this summer to finished some projects. We found some porn videos and did some reading about knots. We bought some parachute cord. In the weeks before summer camp would start, we made love more than you would expect from a couple who has been married as long as we have.

The first day of camp came and we drove the girls there. They were excited to see friends from past summers and about their plans for swimming, hiking, and sailing. I wonder if they noticed that we were excited too.

We had assumed from the beginning that, at least the first time, I'd be the one who would be tied down. Even though I had wanted to spank him, when I finally did, it wasn't as exciting as being spanked. I figured that the same thing would go for bondage so that was how we would do it. I'm sure that if I ever want to try doing it the other way some time, he'll be a willing partner there too.

We stopped for dinner on our way back and got home too late for any major activities. We had the rest of the weekend to play before we returned to work and I suspected that we might be naked for most of it. I had teased him as we drove so I wasn't surprised that he was in the mood for sex. So was I so and we made love before drifting off to sleep.

Not having the kids around meant that we didn't need to take them to their activities or really need to do anything else. We slept in and then went out for a late brunch. We ran some errands and finally got home around 1:30, holding hands as we came in from the garage.

We went right to our bedroom and undressed ourselves. As I did, I checked myself out in the mirror and I liked what I saw. I wondered how many women my age would be tied to the bed by their husbands and assumed not very many.

Steven had cut several lengths of the parachute cord and one was tied to each corner of the mattress frame, with the other end on the mattress. Naked, I walked to the bed and without discussion, plopped down in the center of it. I spread my legs toward the corners and placed my arms above my head pointing to the sides of the bed.

Instead of starting to tie me to the bed though, Steven lay next to me and kissed me. His hand found my breasts and my nipples which surprisingly, were not yet erect. I decided that, instead of placing my arms around him to deepen our kiss, I would leave them in the position where he would eventually tie them.

At last, he broke our kiss and got up from the bed. I was feeling the beginning of my wetness and a quick glance showed that he was also getting aroused.

Steven took hold of my right wrist and pulled my arm toward the top of the bed. He wrapped the parachute cord around it and knotted it, leaving my arm stretched although not yet tautly held. He went to the other side of the bed and tied my left arm the same way. Even without being fully immobilized, I started to experience the psychological feel of subjugation and my physical arousal heightened.

He went to the foot of the bed and took hold of my ankles, pulling them downward. I moved my hips to help him and as my body moved toward the foot of the bed, my arms pulled against the knots tightening their hold on me.

Steven looped the cord around my left leg pulling it toward the corner so that it was tight then did the same for the right leg. Besides being spreadeagled tautly to the corners, my thighs were now separated and my body was full exposed to him. He lay down with me again and we kissed. This time, my decision to not hold him as we kissed was made for me since I couldn't move my arms even if I had wanted to do so which I didn't. I was enjoying the feeling of having him in control.

As we kissed, he ran his hands up and down my body. He massaged my breasts, moved to my hips and reached down my legs. He slid his fingers up my thighs and as his hands slipped over my vulva, I automatically reacted by trying to move up to meet his touch. I wasn't successful since the cord limited my movements. This was the first frustration that I felt from the restriction of Steven's bondage tie.

We hadn't discussed what he might do to my body while I was tied up. I honestly didn't want to know. I agreed with something had I read online saying that bondage was the ultimate act of trust since you were giving the other person total control of your body. In our previous play we had of course discussed limits and I trusted him not to exceed mine. We had also created safe words and I knew that he would honor those as well.

From my position on the bed, I could see what Steven was doing and when I felt him get off the bed, I watched him walk toward his dresser. When he came back, he kissed me again and then placed a blackout mask over my eyes. It was another level of his taking control of me and me giving control to him. The mask was fully effective in blocking my vision and I accepted that I would be restricted to my other senses.

I spoke too soon there. He kissed me on each ear then I felt him pushing something soft into my left ear--it was an ear plug. He let go and the foam expanded filling my ear canal. He placed another one in my right ear and now, besides my immobility, he had taken away my ability to either see or to hear.

Being cut off from the world in this way was briefly frightening but my total trust in him pushed away any fear. I waited for what might come next and wondered what he might do and where I would feel it. He could have just climbed on and pushed into me. He might have inserted one of our toys. Lying on my back, he might have trouble spanking my butt but other parts of my body? He was in control and I had no choice but to wait and to trust him. Instead of being afraid, I reveled in both my sense of trust in my life partner and in the growing heaviness in my pelvis.

The next thing I felt was a surprise and at first, the touch was so soft that I didn't even notice it. It felt like a feather but, thinking of other things he might be using, I decided that it was a silk scarf. The touch of it started near my left ankle and teased its up way gently and slowly up the inside of my leg. Mid-thigh, it was removed but started up again on from my right ankle.

This time, Steven didn't stop mid-thigh. He moved it slowly upward until it passed over my labia and played around there for a bit. It then moved past my belly to my breasts. He did a circle-eight move around them a few times and then ran it back and forth across them. He teased my nipples which were now erect to the touch of the scarf.

Steven finally left my chest and brushed the scarf up to my neck and then back and forth, tickling me there. Next, he moved it straight down, between my breasts, across my belly, and over my vulva before it left my body.

The entire experience, the helplessness of being tied to the bed and his gentle touching around my body continued to push my arousal level upward. I was fully lubricated now and, if he had chosen to enter me, my vagina was physically prepared for him even if I hoped that we wouldn't yet.

He wasn't ready for that yet either. Instead, he kissed me again and played with my breasts and my nipples. I stuck my tongue into his mouth as much as he let me and I tried to raise my chest off of the bed to push my breasts into his hand. Frustrating me once again, he stopped his touching and kissing and moved away. Suddenly, his hand cupped my vulva and massaged it. His fingers separated my lips and breached the entrance. A finger easily slid in and out and as he moved it out, it brushed against my clitoris send showers of electricity through my whole body and making me moan.

As he pushed my arousal higher and higher, he also moved my frustration level up when he withdrew his finger from me. I thought of asking him for more but somehow knew that it wouldn't do any good. He was in charge and I'd have to wait for him to determine what would happen next.

What happened next was that he flicked my nipples. They were fully erect and sensitive and each time his fingers tapped against them, a spark of excitement ran from my breasts to my clitoris. After a minute or so, Stephen tired of flicking his fingers and instead placed his lips there. The electric jolt between my erogenous zones continued. He kissed the top of each breast and his tongue circled my areolae. His lips latched onto my right nipple as he fingered the left then switched sides. I wanted more but he pulled away again and for at least a minute or so, I felt no touching, kissing, or licking anywhere.

The bed moved heavily and his legs were on the side of my torso as he

straddled my chest. Several times before, he had massaged my breasts with his cock and had orgasmed that way. This time though, his rubbing there was brief. He moved his body until he was straddling my head. I felt his cock cross my lips and opened my mouth to try to catch it with my tongue. He moved around and finally entered my mouth allowing me to touch him with my tongue and my lips. I wondered if he might cum in my mouth but he pulled out and then rolled fully away from me.

After another pause, he lay between my legs and his mouth again came into play as he licked up and down each thigh. By now I was panting and moaning as he continued to arouse me. He gave a quick lick on my clitoris and then kissed down my labial lips. When he reached the base, he licked upward giving me hope but he stopped licking before reaching the button and just kissed it before moving away.

I've been sexually frustrated before. Of course, I've been frustrated when one of us had to travel for business and we were not able to make love when we wanted. When this happened, I would use my fingers or a toy to take care of myself. Before Steven, I'd been frustrated by lovers who finished before me and left me hanging without a climax. There too I was able to generate my own climax when I got home. Occasionally, I've been frustrated from being extremely aroused and just wanting more from than I got. It happens sometimes and I've either fingered myself or accepted that I wasn't going to cum.

Now I was frustrated because Steven was intentionally teasing me and evidently wasn't planning to do anything about it except to tease me more. Being unable to move and unable to see or hear what was happening left me unable to help myself which only magnified my frustration.

Instead of relieving my stress, the bastard only made it worse. He again teased my body with the silk scarf, rubbing it up my thighs and across my breasts then whipping it gently on my vulva. The scarf had no real substance but I still jumped toward it each time it touched me.

The previous year, I had bought nipple clamps as a gag gift for Steven's birthday. We joked about whose nipples would be clamped. Then we put them in our toy box but had never used them. Until now. Steven fingered my nipples which felt as erect as they ever had been. He moved his fingers in circles around them, stroked them, and pulled on them. I have sensitive nipples and I savored the feeling. Suddenly, I felt the spring loaded clamp close first on one and then the other nipple. Surprised, I let out a low yelp. Steven had set the adjustment so that it didn't close tightly and it didn't really hurt, or at least that much. Maybe some mild discomfort but, following his earlier nipple play, I leaned into the soreness, actually enjoying the feeling.

I tried to concentrate on the feel in my nipples but felt him straddling my face again. From the angle of his cock, I could tell that this time he was facing my feet. I opened my mouth widely and when his cock entered, I closed my lips on it. He raised himself up on his knees and began to slide himself in and out, mouthfucking me. I took him as much as I could, keeping my mouth closed and sucking gently each time he moved out.

With his cock still in my mouth, he down lay across me and finally licked my clitoris with the technique that he knows I like. My vagina felt swollen and I didn't think that it would take much for me to climax. Maybe he knew this too because, he didn't let me. His licking was brief and very frustrating. I ran my tongue on the part of his cock that I could reach, hoping to encourage him but to no avail.

With my whole body available to him, I had no idea when and where he planned to cum. Evidently, he didn't want to cum in my mouth or maybe he just didn't want to cum yet. He removed his cock from my mouth and moved away from my head, lying next to me on the bed and holding me tightly against him. My breasts were starting to get sore and I was glad that he removed the clamps without me having to ask or use my safe word. I gulped at the sharpness as the blood returned to my nipples.

Besides my wetness, my vagina was engorged and my nipples were erect. I was moaning and panting. I only wanted him to untie me so we could make love and so that I could get the orgasm that I was building toward and give him the one that he must equally need by now.

Perhaps Steven was reaching his limit too. He didn't untie me but he lay his body across mine. He kissed me and this time I was able to take his tongue into my mouth, meeting it with my tongue. We continued to kiss and he massaged my breasts as we lay there together. Each time his finger touched my still sore nipples, I got another shock that I felt in my pelvis.

Steven readjusted himself once again and I felt his cock poking toward me. The cords tying me to the bed didn't allow me to adjust my hips to assist him but probably my fully lubricated vagina helped. He was able to enter me, stretching me, and begin moving in and out.

As aroused as he had to be, I wouldn't have expected him to last long and he didn't. Fortunately, he had brought me to a fine edge and kept me there for so long that I was ready to cum as well. As he pushed himself into me, I moved my hips within the limit that the bondage allowed and we both tipped over the edge close to the same time. It was a rare penis in vagina climax for me and I felt the pulses of his ejaculation along with the orgasmic pulsing of my vagina.

He lay across me as we recovered our breath then finally untied me and removed the mask and the earplugs. Even without the cords holding me to the bed, I lay there not moving and Steven returned to cuddle with me. At last, I moved my arms and legs to check their movement and then wrapped myself around him. We had two weeks before the kids would be home and I wondered what else we might be able to try.