a Reader’s Submission
Illustration by Wendie Miller
Originally published in Bondage Life No 64, July 1996
Scanned and Transcribed by guardian46wStory Codes: Sbf, M/f, bondage, romantic, rope, gag, handcuff, toys, climax, video X
I am among the fortunate few who have a marriage with a beautiful, mature and educated woman who enjoys love bondage as much as I. When I was away on a job in another state, my wife and I talked for many hours over the phone, teasing each other about our fantasies. We decided to write wonderful letters to each other about our fantasies, explaining what we would like to do during my visits home. I wrote a series of story lines that we could play out as bondage games.
In the past, we talked about someday taking a video of us together during our love making for our own enjoyment. Since we could not physically enjoy each other’s company, I thought this would be a good time to have a video of my wife. We both missed our bondage games, so I thought why not combine the two together?Thus, the Video Game came into being. My wife said this would be fun and exciting but she didn't know what to do. So, I sent her some basic instructions that she could use as a starting point for this game. I instructed her to place the video camera on a tripod and position it in the bedroom such that the entire room can be seen. Then, the best that she could do, tie herself up and struggle for me in front of the camera.
A short time later a package containing a video tape was delivered to my apartment by special mail. It was unmarked with no return address. To my surprise, it was my wife's tape! I leaped to my feet, closed all the window blinds and sat close to my TV screen. I never thought she had the nerve to do this for me.The video began with my wife walking into the room, looking into the camera lens with a shy, coy smile as she ran her fingers over the lip of a glass of wine. She would not speak a word so I did not know what to expect from her. She wore a dark business suit coat that is tailor fitted for her figure, over a plain white, silk blouse and a short matching pleated black skirt. Her bare shapely legs were supported by glossy black, five-inch, high heel pumps. (She knows I go nuts over her bare legs.) She kept her makeup light and natural and her long, dark hair brushed down. This is just the way I like to see her. I knew I would be in for a treat.
Sipping the wine, she walked across the room to the closet where we keep a special box for our bondage equipment. She reached into the box with her back toward me, blocking any view of what she was gathering. She swayed her hips teasingly such that I could almost see up her skirt. She then stood up and displayed what she had found: two ten-foot lengths of rope, a ball gag, a pair of hand cuffs and a vibrator Each piece was taken to the bed and laid out in an orderly manner on the bedspread. She took the key to the hand cuffs and attached a string to it. This was then tied to a nail above, and in the middle of, the doorway to the bedroom, such that the key was about three feet above the floor. She also took a pair of side cutters we keep for quick escape purposes and placed it in the far opposite corner of the room. (We do practice safe bondage games.)Stepping in front of the camera, she started a slow strip tease. As each layer of clothing was peeled away, she sipped on the wine and swayed to the soft music playing in the background. She held out each piece of clothing with a smile and tossed it aside with-out taking her eyes off me through the camera.
Finally, nothing was left for her to take off. She just stood in the middle of the room, naked and in her high heels. She continued to dance, spinning around, lifting her long, dark hair then throwing her arms out and above so I could see her complete figure. My wife's figure is petite, fit and well proportioned. This was a nice view and I wanted to see her dance more. But she had other things planned.She turned to the bed and looked over the items she left on the bed-spread. Then lying on the bed, she started fondling her breasts and pinching her nipples. She picked up the vibrator and began to please herself. I could hear her breathing deeply. Soon that turned to panting and finally moaning. But before she brought herself to a climax, she stopped. She regained her composure and looked toward the camera, smiled again, still never saying a word. Seeing her doing that and being fourteen thousand miles away was very uneasing to me. I could not wait to see what she was going to do with herself next.
Sitting up with her legs on the bed, she picked up a length of rope. Then she looped the rope around her ankles several times and finally cinched them together, finishing it off with a square knot. This was repeated again with the other length of rope, tied above her knees with a square knot in the front, just the way I had tied her many times in the past.She looked up and stared into the camera as if she was asking me if this was done all right. Yes, I thought, I had never seen her tie a knot before now.
She tested her bindings by trying to move her legs, but she could only sway her hips. With a soft voice, she said it felt a little tight, and smiled, pleased with her handiwork. Next, she took the ball gag. She licked the ball first, then staring forward she slowly placed it into her mouth, filling it, her lips around the ball. Then she buckled it snugly behind her head. She teased me by moaning into the gag and squinting her almond eyes as if she were straining to speak. She took the hand cuffs and moved her hands behind her back. With the familiar sound of the cuff locks ratcheting shut, she was finally completely bound!This is where the game part began. All that I asked of her was to see her playfully struggle. Simple enough. She took the idea a step further. According to her rules, first she had to struggle across the room to the key hanging on the string at the doorway. Then she had to find a way to get the key down in order to unbind herself. I had died and gone to heaven when I realized what she had challenged herself to do.
By now, I was uncomfortably aroused watching and hearing her struggle down to our bedroom floor totally nude, bound and gagged. I was so surprised at how well she had orchestrated this. She had never tied herself up before and watching her do this was a new and exciting experience for me too. I would have called her that moment to thank her, but I was at the edge of my seat and couldn't turn away from the TV screen. I was so intensely into this I actually began to worry whether or not she could get to the key and untie herself! (Of course, this was silly since she did send me the tape.)
She began her journey across the bedroom floor to the doorway. First, she tried to roll and slide sideways along the floor like an inch worm but this took too much effort and bedroom furniture got in her way. So, she moved toward the doorway seated up, lifting her rear with her hands and heels to the floor. As she inched her way toward the door, I heard her whining in her gag because her breasts bounced with each progression and the hard wood floors were cold. The doorway is over fifteen feet from the bed, and as well bound as she was, getting there was taking more than just a little effort. Her body had started to sweat and I could hear, through her gag, the familiar heavy breathing she makes when she is excited.
By now, she was beginning to get frustrated and she started to fight to get loose. She tried to reach the knots that held her ankles and knees, but the knots were in front and out of her reach. She must have forgotten about the side cutters because she looked and sounded like she was about to panic when she realized that she couldn't untie her legs. I could see that her face and breasts were blushing. She was lying on the floor breathing hard from her struggles. She looked up at the key with a worried expression on her face. She fought to her knees one more time and turned her back to the key, reaching for it with her hands. She could just touch it with her fingers. This brought some relief to her cries, but she couldn't grab hold of the key, it just danced above her fingers as she struggled.
I could hear her grunting and screaming through the gag as if she were in tears. Part of me wanted to be there to help her. The other part was glad I couldn't. I was hypnotized watching her moving about. I felt strangely helpless as I fought, grunted and struggled with her in my mind for the key. I had never been so aroused by a visual medium as I was with this tape.Somehow, she was able to finally grab the key and the string snapped from the doorway. She fell to the floor and let out a little gagged whimper. I thought that this game may have been a little too rough for her at first, but she began to giggle through the gag. She wriggled about a little more trying to find the keyhole on the cuffs. In a short time, she was able to uncuff and then untie herself. She wore a content smile on her face, having beaten this challenge.
Her ordeal took over half an hour. But she wasn't through yet. Though she was tired from her struggles, she was excited. She wanted me to see her pleasing herself. She picked up the vibrator and began another show for me, bringing herself to climax in front of the camera.After, when I recovered from watching the video, I spoke to my wife. She said that, at first, she felt a little embarrassed doing this in front of the camera. She also admitted that for a while she was afraid that she couldn't get loose and that had made her very excited.
The separation we had over this period actually brought us closer, partly due to playing out these games. We both learned a little bit more about our fantasies, how to live them and where to draw the line. I think this is what Love Bondage is all about.Signed:
G.& A.T. of CA
Note: Although the illustration depicts the bondagette wearing clothes and a scarf gag, instead of nude and ball-gaged, the drawing is close to the story text and was printed within the story.