A Reader’s Submission

Originally published in Bondage Life, No.  64, July 1996

Scanned and transcribed by guardian46w

Story Codes: M/f, bondage, cons, leather, strapped, gagged, public, couples, fantasies, X

Some years ago, late summer '91 as a matter of fact, Susan and I had an experience which created new dimensions in our bondage games.

We were both getting ready for dinner with friends when I received a phone call; the dinner was canceled because our host suddenly had to jump in at the fire station. I went to the bedroom to inform Susan, but the sight of her sitting in front of her mirror, wearing only high heels, dark pantyhose and her large Greenpeace T-shirt made me change my mind.

She had just finished her makeup when she saw the gleam in my eyes. She started a little tease, saying, "What a pity we can't play tonight, darling." Meanwhile, she crossed her wrists behind her back, pointing her breasts toward me.

Just a few days before I had spent half the day making about a dozen kid leather straps, in all sizes, which I'd intended to use on her unexpectedly. All of them were in the drawer of the night stand.

I took Susan in my arms, kissed her sweetly and pushed her gently on the bed. I then moved very quickly, rolling her over on her stomach and pulling her arms behind her back. I held her wrists with one hand and took up a strap with the other.

In the beginning she made only verbal comments like, "I don't think this is the right time, darling," while I strapped her wrists palm to palm.

"Look out for my nylons," she cautioned, while I strapped her knees and ankles close together.

I stood her up next to the bed with her back to me When I pulled a strap around her upper arms, she insisted, "Not my elbows, honey! I'll be wearing a sleeveless dress tonight and Donna and Jeff will surely notice the marks on my arms."

She was still very confident in the belief that I could not keep her restrained, because of the time, and she soon would be free again. So, when I strapped her elbows tight, she grunted in disbelief.

I tried to ban the excitement from my voice when I calmly announced, "You're not wearing your sleeveless dress tonight, honey. You're going to go like this!"

"What!" she exclaimed, looking over her shoulder in surprise.

I shoved a plug gag into her opened mouth, buckling it tight at the back of her neck immediately. For a few moments she stood still and I saw her jaw working on the gag. It was new and she had never worn it before. Then she turned around, hopping, so that she could face me. The sounds she made, combined with a few twists of her shoulders and the eye expressions above the black leather strap, made it clear that she didn't agree at all.

I was glad Susan was gagged so she couldn't interrupt me when I told her I had informed Jeff of our hobby and promised him a little demonstration at his place, with both he and his wife as audience. Words are not enough to explain what went through her. She obviously believed my lie. Although she knew she couldn't get free, she started to struggle furiously, trying desperately to make it clear to me she didn't want to be taken bound and gagged to our friends. She ended up on the bed again after losing her balance.

When she realized her struggles wouldn't change my mind, she tried eye pleading. I almost weakened, but I managed to stay resolute. I stood her up and applied three more straps around her upper body, both above and below her breasts and finally at her waist, securing her arms tight to her back. I finished her bondage with two more straps around her legs, below her knees and at her upper thighs. I picked her up and carried her to the garage where I placed her on her feet next to her own Triumph Spitfire. I picked her car because it had smaller windows so she would have more privacy during our trip. I didn't want her to be uncomfortable, so I unbuckled her elbow strap before I eased her down in the seat next to the driver's seat. Fastening the seatbelt over her body completed her bondage.

Before I started the car, I couldn't resist the cliché, "Comfy darling?"

I got a real angry look, and when I placed my hand on her thigh, she jerked her joined legs away from my touch.

I drove exactly the same way we always took to Jeff and Donna's. On the way I made some lighthearted conversation with my mute companion. After about fifteen minutes, I noticed Susan had closed her eyes and was seriously straining against her bonds. She started stirring her hips and rubbing her legs against each other. I again placed my hand on her thigh, this time without any reaction from her. Her struggles became more and more rhythmic and finally she exploded in a huge orgasm. I pulled the car over in a dark spot and unbuckled her gag.

I found this to be the most weird and exciting situation I had ever been in. Here I was, sitting in a car in a public area with my minimally dressed, and tightly bound girlfriend next to me recovering from an orgasm she just had simply by being bound.

When I confessed my trickery to her, she sighed, "Boy, you really had me this time. I'm all soaked out. This was just great! I never felt so completely dependent on you, or so frustrated."

It was a paradox which only bondage lovers can understand. Susan later explained she was driven out of her mind and was extremely turned on by the fact that she was completely unable to stop what was happening. It excited her that she was driven around in public while in bondage and that she was going to be exposed to our acquaintances. She truly believed I was going to deliver her to our friends and although it meant her utter embarrassment, she got enormously excited.

I kept her tied for the drive home and she again got turned on by the fact that people might see her bound.

We discussed the whole thing and came to the conclusion that the danger factor, the possibility of discovery and even the certainty of public embarrassment added enormously to the excitement for both of us in our bondage games. How we searched for, and found, ways to achieve this ultimate excitement in bondage games I will definitely explain in future letters.

N.D.R. in Belgium

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FURTHER ADVENTURES IN BELGIUM

Hi! I'm Susan, NDR's bindee as you Harmonizers like to put it. Our first and only printed letter appeared in BL50. Since that time, the intensity and the frequency of our bondage games has increased a lot. At least one evening every week I spend fully bound, and I'm almost always tied up for foreplay and during our lovemaking. I've calculated I'm tied up at least five percent of the year, or eighteen days, which probably makes me the most tied up woman in Belgium.

We are very fortunate to have met a nice couple who enjoy bondage as much as we do and even share the same interests in role playing and bondage games. They are in their mid forties and we met by way of accident. Anny is a very curvaceous woman with a narrow waist. She is reasonably handy with rope herself as my husband and I experienced one day. But still, she's one hundred percent the submissive with her husband, Paul.

We met several times to get to know each other before our bondage became common. The first time was at their cottage. After a nice meal, it was suggested that we change bondage partners. It was the first time I was tied up by another man. I was very secure and I felt very sexy sitting on their couch with my wrists and arms tied behind my back and my ankles wrapped tightly together. I was soon joined by Anny who got fixed up in an identical fashion as I by my husband. We were given the comfort of our mouth so we could chat while our hubbies cleaned up the table and prepared coffee and dessert.

I must say, I got a very strange sensation from being bound outside my home in the company of strangers, especially with the hostess tied next to me. Our husbands were very amused at our attempts to free each other, sitting back to back with our fingers trying to loosen one another's knots, absolutely getting nowhere. Finally, we were picked up and seated, still bound, at the dining table where dessert was being fed. Very exciting.

On the occasion of a visit to our place, Anny was brought in with her hands already cuffed behind her and a red ball gag strapped tight in her mouth. She was wearing a sexy lady's suit with very high heels. It was a rather daring thing to do. We live in a penthouse and once inside the public elevator, handcuffed and ball gagged as she was, she was risking being caught in the act by other occupants of the building.

During the following months we started helping each other make bondage fantasies come true. At first this was a woman to woman thing where we women created fantasies for each other's husbands. I did my first tying on Anny who I left bound and gagged on a kitchen chair to be found by her darling husband. She did the same to me by leaving me hogtied and gagged in my lingerie, after some "burglars" ransacked the place. But then, our husbands started to create fantasies for each other and that is what the rest of this story is about.

On one visit I was very surprised when I opened the door to see Paul instead of Anny. We had an understanding that I was to be nabbed and taken some place to be rescued by my husband. I presumed Anny would do the nabbing and tying as usual, but Paul informed me that Anny was tied up for the time being. I had already changed into a black, stretch minidress with a low-cut neckline, dark pantyhose and black, high heel pumps. I had chosen this sexy outfit for my hubby, not expecting I had to reveal my charms to another man. So, after he crossed and tied my wrists behind my back, real tight with thin rope, I already felt exposed. This feeling increased when Paul tied my elbows close together, cinching them tight, forcing my breasts to stick out. But my cheeks just turned scarlet when, without asking, he applied a crotch rope and tied my bound wrists to it, holding them secure at the small of my back.

I waited like a nervous schoolgirl beside him when he opened up a package containing two fresh pair of pantyhose. Again, he didn't ask, he just held the wadded ball of nylon to my lips. After I accepted the wad, he tied the second pair of pantyhose three times around my head and between my lips, forcing the gag deep inside with the nylon pulling at the corners of my mouth. As I said, we live in a penthouse. I was nervous like hell when he escorted me, without any coverings (!), through the corridors and into the elevator which we rode down to the basement garage. Luckily it was Friday afternoon and most people weren't home. My heels echoed in the basement as I was rushed to his car.

When he opened up the trunk of his car, I was aghast. Inside, in an extremely tight hogtie, hands touching heels, was Anny. But what really shook me was her gagging arrangement: a nylon stocking was pulled over her head, deforming her features completely, while a rolled-up scarf of about an inch in width was tied between her lips. This forced her lips open, probably assisted by the huge wadding inside her mouth. If I hadn't been gagged so thoroughly myself, I would have gasped. Anny was fighting her bonds furiously, shaking her head and mmmmphing desperately. Either she played her role perfectly or she was in real peril. I turned to look inquiringly at Paul when all of a sudden, a nylon stocking was pulled over my head too. I was completely surprised. Straight away, obviously with a scarf ready in the car trunk, my nyloned mouth was wrapped, forcing my lips wide apart and tightening the stocking hood even more over my head. I heard the car trunk lid slam and I was rather roughly pushed to the side of the car, my breasts pressing against the side window. Then everything happened very quickly.

I was ordered to stand on crossed ankles. They were tied and cinched immediately as were my thighs, above my knees. I could only keep my balance by leaning against the car Then I was pulled straight by my upper arms and forced to partially hop on one leg to the open backdoor of the car. I was eased down on my stomach on the back seat of his car. The joining of my ankles and wrists in a tight hogtie was a formality. Soon the vehicle began to move, taking me and Anny to an unknown destination. I've wondered if anyone caught a glimpse of my bound form in the back of the gray Ford that day. I tried to relax as much as possible. Luckily the drive took less than thirty minutes.

After some sharp turns and a rather bouncy last minute, the car stopped and I was freed from my hogtie position. Paul pulled me out of the car and then simply swung me over his shoulder. I was carried, head down, with his hands over my back and thighs, inside an empty building. (I later learned I was kept in an abandoned factory.) There he set me on my feet in the middle of a large room. I couldn't stand on my crossed feet, so with his guidance, I sank to my knees on a large mattress which was laying in front of me. Paul left and I was alone. I overlooked the room. It was empty except for some kind of machinery. I couldn't see clearly through the stocking. A few minutes later Anny was carried in. Like me she was just a bundle of female draped over his shoulder. He set her down on her knees facing me. Paul put collars around our necks and then, by means of a rope, connected us together. He started pulling until our faces were touching cheek-to-cheek. Then he wrapped our bodies with rope from our shoulders to the hollow of our knees. He pulled and tugged until we were a sexy, hogtied Siamese twin connected together at the breasts, hips and thighs. I especially was aware of Anny's breasts and thighs touching mine. Any movement caused the other bindee to move along.

To cut this long story short, we were left alone in this abandoned factory for no longer than a few minutes, but I could tell I'd never been tied up so tight. When we heard my husband calling our names, as if he didn't know we were bound and gagged, we both moaned and mmmmphed emphatically, as loudly as we could. He rescued us with style, leaving us partially tied, while we had to explain some things to him. As a true gentleman, he untied Anny first. Free of all bounds we could finally walk back to his car, with rope marks all over our legs and arms.

Although our ordeal lasted only a couple of hours, it was very intense and exciting, especially in its daring aspect. We all agreed we had to do it again sometime, but to Anny's and my astonishment, this happened much sooner than we expected.

Susan in Belgium