by R

Originally Published in Bondage Life No. 6, February 1980

Transcribed by guardian46w

Story Codes: F/m, cons, trick, ropes, X

I'm one of those men who is blessed, or cursed, if you like, with the love of bondage. The blessed aspect is obvious to anyone so inclined, and if you are reading this, then I assume you share my interest. The cursed aspect is that my wife rarely indulges my desires. And when she does condescend to bondage, it is in the most uninterested and lackluster way.

My wife, Heidi, is a strikingly beautiful woman with long black hair, a full voluptuous body, but she is of a dominant and independent nature. She is physically and mentally a very strong person. I often thought she would make a perfect lesbian, if she were so inclined, which she is NOT!

My story started one evening about six o'clock. Heidi was getting ready to go to a women's lib meeting, and I was lounging naked on the bed trying to talk her into staying home and making love instead. She was determined to go to her damn meeting, and I realized there was no dissuading her, so I pervertedly changed the subject to bondage. Her pet peeve subject!

"Okay then, Honey," I said, "Why don't you tie me up and leave me like you've done before?"  A few times before she had consented to this request of mine. With much head shaking and mumbling she had loosely roped and strapped me. Never an adequate bondage job. She just wasn't into it. She would go to the movies or one of her damn meetings for a few hours, and I would work free in no time. All in all, these were some very unsatisfactory bondage experiences. She simply didn't enjoy making me helpless. It turned her off, she said.

Heidi exhaled in exasperation and turned from the mirror to face me. As slow smile flitted across her face. "You'd love me to tie you up and make love to you, wouldn't you?" she asked from behind that sly smile. A shiver ran through me.

"You're damned right I would," I replied. "And you would enjoy it too." I was completely taken aback at this complete change in attitude by my very straight wife.

"Alright Honey.  Go get your ropes and belts and playthings, and I'll do you up the way you like."

I couldn't believe my ears. I rushed to my closet (my special closet) and returned to the bedroom with my arms full of gear. I stood gawking in amazement. Heidi had put on her black nylon panties and the five inch patent pumps I had given her for Christmas several years ago, and in which she had never appeared before. Nothing Else! She leaned against the dressing table and looked at me in a thoughtful and rather serious way.

"You tie your legs the way you like them," she said in a matter-of-fact voice. I sat on the bed and proceeded to strap my ankles together with several turns of leather with a cinch of rope between them. Then I tied my legs just above the knees, also cinched with rope, so the were firm but comfortable. I then wrapped a long leather strap three times around my upper thighs and drew it firm. I looked up at Heidi who had been watching this procedure with amused interest.

"You do a good job," she stated. "Now let's see if I can do it, well... better than I have in the past."

It was like a dream come true. This beautiful lady who usually sneered at bondage talking that way. I couldn't believe it.

"Ok," she came forward. "First I'll put this baby oil on your body so the ropes won't hurt so much!"

Fat chance of that, I thought. She oiled me well and then took a five foot length of cotton rope and looked down at me. "On you stomach, lover," she command, and I complied. She wrapped my wrists rather loosely together behind my back, but then she took another length of rope and ran it across my upper back under my arm pits and behind my neck where she knotted it. Then taking the loose ends she tied them as a cinch to my wrist ropes and drew them firmly upward. Now they weren't so loose.

"How's that, Honey?" she asked, as I rolled on my side and looked at her in wonder.

"Very good," I replied honestly. "You're getting into the spirit of the thing now... finally."

She didn't say anything. Her mouth grew firmer, and she pushed me on my stomach and began strapping my elbow together as close as they would go with my wrists drawn up as they were. "Have to keep those elbow straps from slipping down now." She mumbled as she cinched the leather with rope and tied it up to the neck rope. I was beginning to feel the excitement of my helplessness. That excitement that I so much enjoy. And I was looking forward to what was coming up next.

"Now, lover, sit up, if you can." I struggled to a sitting position using my bound hands as leverage and to steady myself. She laughed as she observed her handiwork so far. "You really do enjoy being tied-up and helpless, don't you?" she asked with a serious expression on her face. "I sure don't know what you get out of it."

I simply grinned at her. "It's exciting, that's all."

She gave another laugh, sarcastic this time, and then she became all seriousness. "You're not tied well enough yet." She dug through the remaining bondage gear and produced some of my two inch leather straps. "You can move your arms away from your body to balance and move around, and that's not good." She strapped my upper arms and elbows to my body with two turns each and then buckled them tight, much tighter than I thought her capable. Then she passed a short wide belt around my waist and pushed me on my stomach again and proceeded to tie my well-bound wrists to the waist belt.

"My God, Heidi," I gasped, "Take it easy. I can't make love to you if I'm too helpless." Where was the indifferent wife of the past?

"Who's going to make Love?" she laughed sarcastically and gave my bare bottom a sharp crack with the strap in her hand. It stung like hell and I yelped. "You can make love to the floor, as far as I'm concerned," she snarled, and she cut me across the back with the strap.

"Owwww! But you promised. I thought we were.... Why?" I gasped. She rolled me on my side, so I could look up at her.

"You love it, don't you?" she snarled again. No token bondage this time. She had me. I was a prisoner of my own desires, and I had expected her to carry through and make love to me and then release me. My wildest dreams come true!

"Yes. Yes, I love it," I snapped at her, and I tried to struggle back to a sitting position. "But we have to make love now. That's what it's all about." I fell back as I lost my balance.

She grinned cruelly, "You're really excited. I can see that," she snarled, "But NOT tonight lover."

I couldn't believe it. "You filthy bitch," I shouted and managed to sit up with my feet over the edge of the bed. "Let me go now, or at least loosen these bonds a bit." I was beginning to get mad and a little bit afraid.

"You're in no position to call me names or to make demands," she replied. "In fact, what are you doing without the traditional gag?" Quickly she stepped out of her nylon panties, came forward and straddled my body. She jammed the wadded panties in my mouth and wrapped several turns of her red scarf around my head, knotting it tightly at the nape of my neck. I was really frantic as she got up and went to her closet. She took off her pumps and slowly dressed in front of me in boots, jeans and sweater. "You see, lover," she explained, "I've been studying those bondage books and photos you keep in your closet. And, as you can see, and feel, I learned a lot. How does it feel?"

I rolled around on the bed with muffled protests and pleas coming from my stuffed and gagged mouth. I had never known such complete helplessness, but I managed to sit on the edge of the bed once more, teetering there, glaring at my lovely wife.

"That won't do," she said thoughtfully with a finger to her lips.  "You shouldn't be able to sit up like that."

What the hell! I thought, I'll never be able to free myself from this mess. Then she produced another rope and stepped toward me.

"Once you showed me a picture of a girl tied in what you called a hogtie position. I think that is what you need to complete your bondage."

"Oh, hell", I gasped into my gag. Not that too! I shook my head frantically. No, No! But, yes she hogtied me. Hogtied me as thoroughly as Sweet Gwendoline or Betty Page were ever tied. My immobile wrists were drawn tight to my ankles. I lay face down on the floor where she had maneuvered me so I wouldn't fall off the bed. How kind she was!

"Really, I should blindfold you to make it complete," she said sweetly, and I thought she was about to come back. "But I'll do that next time. I'll be home around one o-clock. Have fun."

The door slammed and the latch clicked. It was seven then. Six hours! I thought, and she's always an hour or so late. Next time! Hell, it's this time I'm worried about. That bitch! That damned, sadistic, beautiful, dominant bitch! I began to test my bonds for looseness or slack. Nothing! I rolled on my side and turned my head to look at the bottom of the full length mirror. All I saw was a totally helpless man staring back. He was trussed, bound, gagged and sweating, mad and helpless, furious at being left in such a state, such a desirable state of bondage.

I was then that I saw the knife she had left on our night table. If only I could inch my way over there. Just fifteen feet. But how would I ever reach the table top? The ropes cut cruelly and leather creaked around my aching body, and my tired muscles burned as I started squirming inch by inch toward my only chance of salvation.

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