Bank Holiday Bondage

Well it was a crappy long weekend for us in the UK, weather wise. So what's a girl to do on a rainy weekend break but experiment with her nearest and dearest in a little bondage.

Peter had carried a chair from the dining room and set it up in the lounge Sunday evening. He ordered me to take off all my clothes and plonked me down on the chair. He ordered me to put my arms through the bars in the back of the chair.He lashed my wrists, palms facing, together. Next he took more rope and tied my elbows as close as they would get together with out me feeling uncomfortable - I am so inflexible at the moment I cant get my elbows anywhere near to touching, but I at yoga class I can do a reverse prayer!

He wound more rope around my chest forming rope bars above and below my breasts. With the excess length he cinched my arms to the bottom chest rope. Looping the rope over my shoulders down to meet the bottom chest rope between my breasts, under that, and up back over the opposite shoulder where he pulled the rope taut. This pulled the lower chest rope up squashing my breasts between the two bars of chest ropes.
While he was doing this I was watching some drivel on the TV.

He tied my ankles to the legs of the chair forcing my legs ajar. I could still force my thighs together, but Peter anticipated this and more rope was wound around my thighs and tied off to the bar under the chair pulling them apart. With that he said I should struggle for him and try to escape. I did try but was distracted with the TV. I was more inclined to just sit and watch it, so Peter nipped out and came back with a leather blindfold and put that on me and turned the telly off. I now had his full attention and I did try to struggle. I could feel the knot on the top of my cinched wrists but couldn't quite get my fingers to it to try to undo it. There was no way I could get at my legs and the rope around my elbows restricted any arm movements I had.

Then he said I should be vibrated. He forced my pussy lips apart and fingered my clit until I was wet, then took a lubricated vibrating egg I had, and inserted it into my pussy. Peter took great pleasure in adjusting the settings and playing with the tempo. Lowering it when I started to moan, and increasing it when he thought I was getting a little to close to the knots I was trying to undo.

After a little while he nipped out again. I could hear his footsteps when he returned, and then I felt a hand roughly pinch at my breast and nipple. No, I cried out, I don't want to play with the nipple clamps. He told me to shush. Pinching my breast to the side of my areola he clamped the skin, just below my nipple. (We had been reading up and I was worried about nipple damage. This way there is lots of skin pinched not just the tips of the nipple which is the wrong area to clamp!) With the clamps applied he took pleasure in my discomfort and pulled gently on the chain. Now if you do this, it tightens the clamps. I was moaning about my breast when Peter whacked the Egg onto its highest setting. Soon I was moaning for a different reason. I tried to resist but couldn't as I came. Peter then took my chin in his hand and force the ball gag into my mouth and tightly buckled it at my neck.
With the ball gag, if it is loose enough I can force it out of my mouth with my tongue. Today was not one of those days.

Peter lowered the egg to medium, and then I felt the bulbous end of the Hitachi wand thrust up against my clit. I felt some rope being wound around it. Peter was tying it so it remained in place. He wound the rope around my waist and then I felt the rope pass under my thigh and up my bum cheeks. Peter was tying a crotch rope on me forcing the bulb of the wand hard against my pussy mound and then it was tied in place. I tried to wriggle it way from me. It is too powerful for me against my naked flesh, and I haven't really tried using it all that much to get used to it.

When I heard the plug inserted into the wall, I knew I was in big trouble. Peter flicked the switch to the lowest setting and I bucked in the chair. The wand really has two speeds. Powerful and really powerful. I am normally a quiet climaxer, so when this thing was turned on, I was panting and drooling over me, and moaning into the ball gag for all I was worth. I could feel the egg increasing in speed and then Peter flicked the switch on the wand to fast. I almost shouted the house down as the wand pressed against my clit making me cum. I could feel every sinew of my arms straining, trying to break free of the ropes to turn it off.

I bucked in the chair and moved it back a good couple of feet, when I felt the vibrators go silent. I was exhausted after this, but was in for another hour of this torture. When I was about to cum again, Peter released the clamps, one at a time, and each time as I was about to go over the top and orgasm. It really focuses your mind as the clamps are uncomfortable when on, but not too painful. They hurt more when they are taken off. Add this to a powerful vibrator you cant escape from. It prolonged my orgasm a little, then the monster between my legs forced it out of me.
Not a bad way to spend a rainy Sunday evening.

Happy bondage,
E.B x