Wednesday, September 24, 2008
You can see my glistening pussy... mmmmm sooo wet and hot for you honey. I step off the bed and move to your feet... caressing and massaging them... each in turn... then kissing and licking my way up the inside of your left leg... inside you thigh... my silky hair caressing your skin as I move... I reach your balls and I lick them... taking one in my mouth and sucking it softly... twirling my tongue around and around it... then move to the next one... treating it with the same loving care... then move up... kissing your pelvic bone... then up to your hips... my hair caressing your throbbing cock... but I'm not gonna touch it... yet...
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
"Seriously, if two naked women about to take advantage of a tied up guy isn't kinky enough for you then you're way too jaded to get much out of this blog. ...
But I digress. Getting back to the subject at hand, I was naked and secured while Freya and Helen sat on the bed grinning at me. We were playing a little sex game in which the two of them were dominating me. I think the back story was that I'd broken into their house, intending to rob them, but had been captured and tied up. (Yeah, and I'm sure I fought real hard...) Now these two sexy ladies were going to take advantage of me. To, um, teach me the errors of my ways, I guess. Although I'm not exactly sure how getting double teamed by a couple of chicks would be considered negative reinforcement. Sometimes these sex games don't make much sense. But really it was all just an excuse for the two of them to have me tied up so they could work me over."
Read the rest here....
“Oh, John,” Martha drew out in a long breath, “make love to me.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” he replied, stepping back and picking her up in his arms to walk her down the hall to the bedroom. It wasn’t something he did all the time, saving it mostly for when she was very tired or had been drinking, but there was something Martha always found it so romantic about when he’d carry her to the room.
Once in the bedroom, John carefully laid Martha down on the bed and then crawled over her, looking down at her from above. “It’s too bad you don’t have any ties,” Martha observed with a giggle.
“Sorry?” he said, confused, until their earlier conversation dawned on him. “Oh, you want to tie me up, do you? Or,” he rubbed his hardness between her legs, “do you want to be tied up yourself?”
Read more here ...
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
The next time you're browsing at Borders or Barnes & Noble, head over to the sex section and check out "Sex: How to do everything."
Lovely, pictures of couples playing around with light bondage. And some helpful words, too!
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
What am I reviewing now?
Something I've been craving forever. Something that let me tie my partner up spread eagle on my queen size, euro-pillow top bed...which happens to have no head board, and no foot board (I am a poor and starving grad student, what do you expect?). Something that let's me do all this, and then not have to put it away and re-set it every time I want to be tied up/tie my baby up. Whatever could I be talking about?
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Friday, May 16, 2008
"He first pulled out of the bag the sexiest red gloves this sexy lady has ever worn!! :) I loved them so!!..Okay..so I am naked with the GLOVES on!! WOW!! The next thing to come out of the bag is….drumroll….”Our First Bondage Kit!” Includes Blindfold, 4 wrist and ankle tie-up cuffs with extensions for complete bondage play!! In just a few short minutes I am HIS!"
A great story from the blog Blood, Sex, Crimson:
"Only when he draws back do you realize that he’s grasping your wrist gently yet firmly. You are too startled to protest when he reaches into the bag next to the bed and takes out a silk scarf, winds it around your wrist tightly and ties it to the poster at the corner of the bed.
Realizing his intent, you consider stopping him, but the thought fades as he kisses you again, quickly, before moving down to nuzzle your neck. His breath is warm against your bare skin as he caresses your skin with his lips.
He ties your other wrist down. You moan again at the feel of his lips against your skin, his mouth sending slivers of pleasure through you. His lips part and the tip of his tongue ever so lightly touches your skin, moving lower as he leaves a trail of kisses along your shoulder and the top of your breasts."
By Helene Mills
First published in Issue 1 - Diversity Magazine
I reclined sleepily on the tall bed, propped with pillows and surrounded by the softest of down comforters. A bright mid-day sun warmed the room. As he walked into the room, I threw the comforter aside and stretched languorously.
"Did you have a good nap?" he inquired, "Here, I've brought you some iced apple juice."
I accepted the glass from him and drained the sweet liquid.
"Mmm, perfect" I exclaimed, "That really hits the...spot!"
So speaking, I fished an ice cube from the cup and trailed it slowly down my naked body. It left a delicious tingle over my awakening skin, and I gasped as I passed it over sensitive spots. With a flourish and smile, I handed my lover the half-melted ice cube. Reverently, he took over the pleasant task of causing my body to shiver delightedly, swirling the cube up to encircle my nipples, down again, melting finally in the shallow cup of my navel. He eagerly bent to lap the liquid thus offered, and continued up my body, following the trail of droplets, his hot mouth warming my chilled flesh. I arched to meet his lips as they closed around my nipple, sending deep thrumming waves of sensation flowing from breast to pussy and back.
I stopped his play briefly, pulling his face to mine for a soft, loving kiss; a slow tasting of his sweet lips and probing tongue, then I pushed his head down to my other nipple, leaving my fingers
entangled in his dark curls. A rhythmic, hot pulsing had centered itself in my groin, making my pussy ache for contact. Unable to stop myself, I guided his head down my burning body, stopping only when his lips touched the spot that most demanded his tender oral skills. Eagerly his hands stroked my skin, his rough palms sliding over my thighs, up my hips, then down to gently part my pussy lips as he pressed his mouth to my most heated spot. Soft as the touch of a kitten's paw; his tongue parted my folds and explored gently within, leaving a trail of fire along the path of his mouth. My sighs and purrs were ample proof of the skill and delicacy of his touch.
My lover continued his slow, inexorable strokes, bringing me higher and higher on the path of joy. His pressure grew softer as I grew more frantic, forcing my full attention to my ever-growing ecstasy. My whole being was a great golden bubble of warmth and pleasure -
balanced precariously on the tip of his tongue - ready to explode with orgasmic energies.
Despite the growing tension I felt, I drew him up my body to meet my lips. Intoxicated by the scent of my juice, I nibbled fiercely at his lips, sucking and licking, sharing the sweet taste. He eagerly slid his tongue into my mouth, rubbing his wet face against mine. Groaning with suppressed need, I sat up and pushed him onto his back.
I allowed my hands to wander freely over his warm, golden skin, loving the sight of his slow smile and response to my touch. His beautiful small nipples erected further as my fingers grazed them and his strong, hard cock bounded upwards to meet my stroking touch.
He reached up to my breasts, intending to fondle my nipples, and I put his hands back at his sides, not wishing distraction from my play. Insistently, he reached up again and this time I held his wrists down and stared mock-menacingly into his soft brown eyes. "Getting a little out of hand, are we?" I inquired.
I waited until he caught the change in my mood, then pulled the manacles up from their accustomed place: dangling by their chains from the corners of my bed. He made only token resistance as I firmly buckled the leather wrist cuffs in place, then attached his feet to
the larger ankle cuffs. Nicely spread out, he tested his bonds, straining at each limb in turn. He realized that once more he was mine to do with as I pleased.
Struck with an idea, I left him waiting in anticipation, went into the bathroom and returned with a large bottle of baby oil. Pouring the oil over his belly, groin and chest; I enjoyed his squirms as the cool oil trickled along his sides and down his balls. With my free hand, I spread the oil about, rubbing it into his satin skin - paying special attention to his rock-hard cock - then pushing the wave of oil down to the cleft of his buttocks, oiling him thoroughly and warming him with
He groaned his delight, moving with me, attempting to draw out each stroke by the pressure of his body on my hands. I continued running my hands over his lithe, smooth body; his slick skin. I dug my nails in as I stroked, lost in the sight of the red scratches I left along his ribs and thighs. The urge to straddle his vulnerable body and impale myself on his long cock was nearly irresistible. I concentrated instead on teasing my lover - rubbing the oil further into his skin,
toying with and pinching his hard little nipples, moving down his belly and stroking his hips, his balls, never touching his straining prick. He writhed in his bonds, striving to bring his hard-on in
contact with my hands, but I rather enjoyed the effect I was having on him and would only give him the occasional feather-light touch in passing. I loved the sounds he made - deep, soft groans of delight, little gasps when contact was made.
With a wicked smile, I poured more oil directly on the spot which seemed to need it most. I added my warm touch to the stream of oil, following its trickling path over his balls and down into his ass cleft. I explored his secret places. My fingers soon found the tight ring of his asshole and, accompanied by a strangled moan from my lover, slickly thrust within. His muscles clenched at my intruding digit, the walls of his passage rhythmically contracting as his hips
bucked slightly in time with my slow movements. I granted him the sensation he'd been wanting so desperately by grasping his hugely swollen cock with my free hand and pumping it, his hard tool sliding through my grip as easily as my probing finger explored his soft, warm crevice.
As I continued, I could feel his hips thrusting steadily - although whether he was following the motions of my intruding finger or those of my encircling fist, I knew not. Within moments I could sense an electric rippling in his body, and I knew that his peak was approaching. I slowly removed both hands from his body. He attempted in vain to follow my touch with his hips, then pulled desperately at his bonds.
I threw a leg astride his chest and bent forward to kiss his open, panting mouth, lovingly intertwining tongues. When I leaned further forward and offered a hard nipple for his eager delectation, he latched on ferociously. The first pull of suction caused my sensations
to flare. A further nip and the insistent pressure of his mouth nearly made me come! I removed my breast and waited for the frenzied throbbing in my cunt to recede somewhat. He was so pretty; his muscles corded with strain as he pulled at his chains. He whispered a single
word - "Please..."
In answer, I began sliding my pussy lightly back and forth across his oil-bejeweled skin, again and again, making the strokes longer, moving towards his waiting cock. The slight friction was delicious, sending little spasms of delight through my body. He strained forward, but I
continued my slow path down his belly, stroking myself with his smooth, slick skin. Then I bumped up against something hard and hot. Simultaneously he jerked forward, maddened by my closeness; desperate for contact. I felt the head of his perfectly-targeted cock sink past
the lips of my soaking pussy, and overwhelmed by the jolt of contact, I lunged backward to meet his thrust, stopping only at the mingling of our pubic hairs.
The erotic shock of being suddenly so filled left me pleasure-stricken, lost in the intense waves of sensation that crashed through my body. I could not think, could not breathe; my entire being
focused on the spot where we joined. He, also, seemed overwhelmed by the sudden clasping of my tight sheath around his swollen prick, and so we stayed, letting the echoes of pleasure subside to a bearable plateau.
Never looking away from his face, I pulled myself up until the tender head of his cock had almost pulled out, then quickly impaled myself again, watching his eyes glaze over. Over and over I repeated the motion, rocking backwards and forwards, thrusting him deeper and deeper inside. He surged up to meet me and within moments I could sense his impending explosion.
Each muscle straining and outlined with gleaming oil, he began a more desperate thrusting. As his neck arched and his hips lifted, I leapt off his wildly plunging prick and threw myself entirely off the bed.
Heedless of my own incredible frustration and need, I watched as he went mad. Struggling ferociously to break free, his hips jerked, mindlessly seeking release. Animal noises rasped past lips tight with pent lust. For a moment I thought I had misjudged the moment, that he
might shoot into the air, but soon his struggles slowed, and the only sound was his uneven panting as he writhed softly on my bed.
Impressed, I leaned over him, to be greeted with a look half frustrated, half pleading. I took pity on him; poor bound boy; and climbed back onto the bed, swinging my trembling thigh over his face and slowly lowering my sopping pussy to meet his lips.
Eagerly he pressed his tongue within, helpless to do anything but please me. In return, I leaned forward and took his twitching cock in my mouth, savoring the taste of my own juice as I did so. As I took all of his prick down my greedy throat, I felt my lover's lips go lax, and a sigh tickled my pussy. I stopped all motion until I felt him resume, then found myself in the same predicament, unable to form a coherent thought or direct the motion of my mouth. Both of us were trembling; muscles growing weaker as the pleasure intensified. As much as I tried to concentrate on giving him pleasure, I soon found that my frustration only increased - I wanted more.
Turning, I moved down his body to meet his eager prick, a sigh of fulfillment escaping my lips as I slid down its length to feel him again completely within me. Ripples of pleasure snaked along my spine, through my groin and connected my tingling nipples. Too overwhelmed with lust to think of stopping, I began to grind my pussy back and forth on his cock, feeling him rock beneath me in time with my motions. Dazed by the intensity of my pleasure, I realized that there
would be no more teasing, no more hesitation, and as my lover thrust up at me with a growing urgency, I increased my downward pressure until it seemed our hot bodies had melted together; become one.
The blast of my orgasm took me by surprise, its force and intensity a volcanic eruption as it rushed, swirling and bubbling, red-hot molten pleasure from the base of my spine; every nerve end lighting. I could only dimly feel my rigid limbs, or hear my lover's own howl of release
as his climax arrived and he arched frantically off the bed, impaling me yet further on his bursting cock as fierce jets of come battered my clenching cunt, sending my already cresting orgasm further into the realms of supernova.
Slumping forward as my muscles suddenly released their tension, I collapsed across my lover's heaving chest. With the last of my energy, I reached to his wrists and released his bonds, then as his arms came down to enfold me I snuggled into his strong shoulder and relaxed utterly, allowing the orgasmic aftershocks to shudder through my body. Still atop him, I faded quickly into sleep; my last waking memory that of my lover's voice speaking hesitantly..."Uh, honey; could you untie my feet?... Honey?..."
For the last10 years or so I’ve been leading a secret life on the internet. Nothing terribly bad – an online identity my wife doesn’t know about, a web site and a credit card.
The card is one she knew about years ago but must have forgotten about. I started using it occasionally to buy access to an adult web site, and I’d pay off the balance with a money order from pocket cash. I changed the address with the credit card company to come to my office so she wouldn’t see the bill.
Everything was fine until recently when we applied for a new credit card from the same company because of a hotel reward program they offer. What I didn’t realize was that if you use the company’s online banking site, all your cards will show up there.
This led to some panic a month ago when she wanted to check the balance online. I managed to put her off long enough so I could do it at work. Both cards were there, so I called the company to cancel the first card. Unfortunately, the bank’s system keeps the information available online, but after I confessed my need to hide the card from my wife, the female customer service agent told me you can choose to hide information for certain cards, which I did from work. A little humiliating, but I kinda liked it. The thrill of confession to an anonymous stranger.
I thought I was in the clear when we went to log into online banking from home. But of course the credit card company didn’t recognize my home computer, and had to e-mail me a confirmation code. It gave two options – my home e-mail and an old “secret” e-mail account I'd used to manage the other card online. I quickly clicked on the home address, and I don’t think she was paying close enough to see the other one. I was sure was caught, but I somehow escaped. Maybe she saw it and just doesn’t want to know what it was.
All this happened right around the time I was starting this blog, and I seriously considered deleting everything and becoming a monk, in a manner of speaking. But I think I've got things under control now.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
But why did I only score 18 percent on "vanilla"?
Do you have an inclination for BDSM?
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Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
"We didn't really make a game of it, Freya just agreed that she'd give me a hand job and then continue it after I'd come. To make sure I couldn't stop her she tied me to the bed, wrists and ankles in leather cuffs that she secured with rope."
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
"The blindfold sends a shiver of pure lust down my spine, so delicious, so naughty, so his to do with what he wishes, while I am helpless...
Tied.... With my wrists together, or spread eagled... Legs apart, so vulnerable, so beautiful..."
"He took the scarf as I sat on the edge of the bed and placed it over my eyes, tying it in the back, then rearranging my hair around it until it looked just as he wished. I laid back on the bed, my legs spread wide, and lifted my wrists as he tied them to the headboard, one wrist at a time. I could hear the shudder in his breathing as he bent over me tying them just tight enough to hold me in place, but not tight enough to be painful."
Monday, April 21, 2008
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Friday, April 4, 2008
"Hey!" she cried, tugging at the binding. "What are you doing?"
"This!" He laid her back gently, tying the other end of the scarf to the headboard.
"I squirmed and instantly felt an exquisite combination of pain and arousal. I started to say something and she again covered my mouth. She then produced a silky scarf that she wrapped around my head as a blindfold."
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Remembering the First Time
I remember the first time I tied Don up. We'd only been seeing each other for a couple of months before he told me that he wanted me to tie him to my bed. At first I thought he was a crazy pervert. But the more I thought about it, the more I was turned on by the idea.
It was after I had tied him to the bed and I had planted my pussy on his face that I really decided that I liked the control that tying up my boyfriend gave to me. I was holding his head as I sat on his face. His tongue was pure magic on my pussy and I was coming and coming. It was fantastic!
After Don brought me to one mind-shattering orgasm, I at first thought that I should do the same for him. But then I realized that he was completely under my power; that he wouldn't come unless I wanted him to. So, with a deep breath, I knelt up over his face again. His tongue probed my pussy expertly, knowing my lines and curves, quickly bringing me to a second climax. As the waves of pleasure washed over and through my body, I looked down at my boyfriend.
He was tied, spread eagle and on his back, to my bed. I'd used some old silk scarves to secure his arms and legs and a belt from one of my robes to blindfold him. I was careful when tying him to make sure his blood circulation was all right, but made sure that he would be unable to move. I gave him just what he wanted by making him completely helpless and subject to my every whim.
And right then, my whim was for him to lick my pussy until I came. He'd already brought me to orgasm twice with his mouth and I wanted more. I love receiving oral sex, and it seems that every guy I'm with has problems putting his mouth there. Don was different than most guys and had no problem licking my pussy. And with him tied up, I was going to get as much oral sex as I could stand.
After my fifth orgasm on Don's face, I felt bad for him. He was just lying there with his dick as hard as a rock. I moved off of him and kissed his forehead. He smiled, unable to see me at all.
I kissed down his body, stopping at each of his small nipples. I drew them into my mouth and roughly bit them. He responded by moaning loudly and arching his back. I could tell that he wanted me to go down on him, but I wasn't ready for that.
I moved my mouth from one of his nipples to the other and back again. I teased them as I gently took his dick in my hand and slowly pumped it. I felt the moisture of the pre-cum oozing from the tip and massaged it into its head. Don was moaning at my touch, clearly wanting me to do more. He was writing on the bed as much as his binds would allow, trying to move his body into a position from which he could cum.
I moved down his body and cupped his dick with my breasts. I have fairly large breasts and Don's dick fit nicely in their valley. Up and down I pushed my breasts on his dick before lightly kissing the top of it. At the touch of my mouth, Don groaned loudly and I thought he was going to cum right there. I pulled completely away from him, kneeling in between his legs.
After a moment passed, I leaned over and brought the tip of his dick into my mouth. I didn't touch it with anything but my mouth, swirling my tongue all over the head. Slowly I worked my way down its length, swallowing as much of it as I could. Don was moaning in ecstasy as I moved my mouth up and down his rigid dick. I could taste his pre-cum and knew that he wasn't far from shooting his load, so I completely pulled away from him again.
Grinning to myself, I again placed my knees on either side of my head and lowered my pussy to his mouth again. I was so turned on that it only took what seemed like seconds before my pussy was pulsing and I was rocketing off on another orgasm.
I knew that Don was really ready to explode, so after he ate me to another wonderful climax, I straddled his hips and lowered myself onto his fat dick. I was so wet that he just slid right in without any resistance. I started bobbing up and down on it, shoving it in and out of my pussy. Don couldn't take much and he quickly came inside of me, coating my inner walls with his cum.
After I untied him, Don thanked me very much and asked if I enjoyed tying him up. I think you know what I answered!
The first thing that attracted me to Janine was her long hair. I know that sounds kind of shallow, but then you've never seen her hair. I almost didn't.
My first glimpse, at a company picnic, was serendipity. I was watching one of those three-legged races. Janine and a girlfriend were running, but not very well. I had barely noticed her until she fell down, when the impact must have knocked her bun loose. As she got up, up with her came a flowing cape of deep brown hair. The wind was strong that day, and blew it all around her. I was suddenly awe struck by her beauty, but somewhat puzzled by the embarrassed look on her face as she quickly gathered up her hair, twisted it up and fastened it to her head.
It puzzled me why a woman with such beautiful hair would hide it. I've always had a strong attraction to women with beautiful hair -- the longer the better. I was too shy to approach her that day, but I knew I had to meet her.
I asked around and learned her name is Janine. Then it dawned on me who she was. She works in the legal department of our large Midwestern corporation, where she's charge of the paralegals. Janine was always getting her name in the company newsletter for serving on committees, everything from Christmas party planning to a group from legal doing pro bono work for battered women. Sometimes the articles had a small picture of her, an attractive face with a rather severe-looking bun.
I made up excuses to visit her department on the other side of our office campus. I even signed up for a committee she headed to get to know Janine.
Work committees are usually excuses to goof off, but she runs a tight ship. I asked one of her workers if she was always like that. "Janine knows what she wants," the woman said. "And she doesn't take bullshit from anyone." I hoped she would want me, and after a few weeks, I eventually got up the nerve to ask her out on a date. When she agreed to see a movie with me, I couldn't believe it.
All this time when I'd seen her at the office, Janine always wore her hair up. I hoped she might wear it down on our date. I even wore a short-sleeved polo shirt, hoping I might be able to put my arm around her during the movie, just to feel her hair against my forearm.
Even though she dashed my hopes that first evening, we had a great time. The movie was mindlessly funny, and we laughed at many of the same jokes. We talked during a late dinner, mostly about work -- not too much about ourselves. I was getting worried she wasn't interested enough in me, but when I asked if I could take her out again sometime, she said yes.
"When's good for you?" I asked.
"Ask me next week," Janine replied.
Now I thought she was putting me off again, but I didn't say anything.
All the next week I practiced being a good sport when she shot me down. Because of her work with abused women, the last thing I wanted to think was that I was obsessed with her, or wouldn't leave her alone if she wanted me to.
I stopped by her office with the excuse of talking about committee work. She saw straight through it.
"You've got me," I confessed. "I wanted to ask you out again."
"You did," Janine said, without the hint of a question mark in her voice. I felt like I was 13 years old, asking for my first date.
"Yeah. I thought maybe we could see a concert at the bowl. Take a picnic supper."
"Before I agree, I want to know something," Janine said. "You must answer truthfully." I felt like I was being cross-examined.
"I'm always honest."
"What did you tell people about our date last week?" she said.
Oh, God, I thought, a test.
"Nothing," I said, hoping this was the right answer.
"And you're sure?" she asked. I nodded.
"I don't like people talking about me behind my back. If anything gets back to me that you've said, you'll be sorry. Understood?"
"Don't worry," I tried to reassure her.
"I'm a very private person." Janine seemed to soften, apologizing for being so hard on me. We set a date for Saturday evening for the concert.
There's something about the light an hour before sunset that can transform an ordinary landscape into a scene worthy of a Sierra Club calendar. In that early evening glow, Janine looked magnificent sitting on the blanket at the bowl before the concert started.
She doesn't have a Hollywood starlet's body, but her cotton blouse gave me a better peek at her small yet firm looking breasts. And her slightly tight khakis revealed a nicely rounded bottom usually hidden by the long jackets she favors at work.
And her hair? Still up, but in a more romantic style -- kind of a loose bun that moved when she turned her head. A few strands fell loose, catching the light behind her and creating almost a halo effect.
As darkness fell and the concert began, we cleared the dishes and sat closer together, holding hands. After intermission, when several of our neighbors had left, I lightly kissed her cheek, just in front of her left ear. She turned her head and our lips met.
We necked for awhile as I held Janine in my arms. I found my hands wandering towards the back of her neck and hairline.
I felt a shiver in her body, and a strengthening in her kisses. My eyes darted around to see if we were alone. Yes. As my hand advanced toward the bun, I felt like a teenager planning the best way to unsnap a cheerleader's bra.
"What are you doing?" she asked, a hint of crossness in her voice.
"Nothing," I replied sheepishly, moving my hands back down her bare neck.
"Really?" she asked. "Are you sure?"
"Well," I confessed, "I thought maybe you might let your hair down."
"Don't give me that. Tell me, now."
"I'd love to run my fingers through it."
"Would you," she replied, no hint of a question in her voice.
Somewhat embarrassed, I didn't push it. She let it drop, and we didn't talk about it again for several months. I figured it eventually had to come down sometime, and it would be worth the wait.
Janine and I continued dating, but we never got past cuddling and necking. She always seemed guarded, trying to maintain control.
During my visits to her office I'd noticed a framed print of a bald eagle in flight, and asked if she'd ever seen one in the wild.
"No, but I'd love to."
"I've read that this time of year over by the Mississippi River they gather around open water below the dams. We should go sometime -- for a weekend."
"Sure. There's lots of bed and breakfasts along the river. Then we can--"
"Shh." Janine put her fingers to my lips. "We'll see."
"If you're a good boy."
I thought I'd show some initiative, and got a B&B directory so we could choose a place. "I'll take care of the arrangements," she said when I showed it to her.
When I picked Janine up at her apartment that Saturday morning, I hoped she might show some sign of loosening up, like letting her hair down. It was piled on top again. But we did have a nice ride to the B&B. Our room was terrific, with large bright windows overlooking the Mississippi River. Janine took off her coat and swung herself around one of the four-poster bed's uprights before falling across the bed with a laugh.
"This could be fun, if you're a good boy today." I didn't know exactly what she meant, but I felt like jumping right on her then. Puzzled and intrigued, I thought to myself, "I'm going to be a very good boy."
We spent the afternoon eagle watching and picture-taking at nearby lock and dam. It was very cold, and I spent a lot of time standing behind her with my arms wrapped around her while watching the eagles fish. In the car, we held hands and kissed to warm up while waiting for the heater to kick on.
After a terrific dinner and wine, we returned to our room and Janine locked the door. We sat on the bed and started kissing, gradually building the intensity.
"I want you, Janine," I whispered in her ear, breathing in the honey scent of her shampoo.
"I know you do, dear. But that will have to wait. And until then, I'm not sure I trust you to be good. You may have to sleep on the couch." My heart sank.
"I have been good," I protested. "What can I do to prove it to you? I'll do anything."
"Anything?" she asked.
"Then get ready for bed," she said. "It's a good thing I came prepared." I quickly changed into my pajamas while Janine went into the bathroom.
"Are you ready?" she asked from behind the bathroom door. "Then lie down on the bed and close your eyes. And don't you dare open them until I tell you to. And don't move."
I heard the door open and her feet pad across the floor, and quickly felt something soft around my wrist. I started to pull away, until she said my name in a rising voice. I relaxed, and felt my arm pulled over my head to the bed post.
"You have been a good boy, but this is still the only way I can trust you." As I remembered her swinging on the four-poster bed earlier that day, Janine did the same to my right wrist and both my ankles.
"Open your eyes," she said, as I tested my bonds and found them surprisingly well-tied. "Well, what do you think?"
Janine stood a few steps from the bed, wearing blue silk tap pants and a matching top with spaghetti straps. I could see her nipples poking against the fabric. Her hair was up.
"You're gorgeous," I said, eying her. She must have sensed, though, my disappointment in seeing her hair still piled on top of her head.
"You haven't said anything about my hair," Janine said, almost pouting.
"After that time at the concert when you caught me trying to undo it, I thought I'd better not bring it up," I said. "What I can see of it, I love."
"Do you?" she asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Would you like to see some more?"
"I've been dying to ever since the company picnic."
"What did you see at the company picnic?"
"I saw your hair come down -- when you fell during the race."
"You did? You saw my hair down?" I nodded, a little sheepishly.
"That wouldn't have anything to do with why you volunteered for that committee, why you asked me out, would it?" She stood up and started pacing at the foot of the bed.
Realizing I might be in trouble, I began scrambling. I figured she was proud of her hair, but didn't want to be just some fetish object.
"Well, I suppose it got my attention," I said."But do you think I'd have gone out with you all this time just because of your hair? Do you think I think that little of you?"
"You never know," Janine said. "You'd be surprised at what I have to put up with. Men brushing up against you in public, actually grabbing it. Two guys I dated wanted to cut it for me, and one man in an elevator asked if he could shave my head!"
"Janine, believe me. I don't want to cut your hair. I wouldn't dream of shaving you head. Is that why I'm tied up? Are you afraid I have a pair of shears hidden in my suitcase? I love you, as you are. I want to be with you, inside you."
"We'll see about that. I think you know by now that I like to be in control. I have plans for you, so be good, and don't mess them up. I've suspected for some time that you have more than a passing interest in my hair. I can tell by the way you look at other women."
"I never look at other women."
She shot me a cold look. "Don't you lie to me. You think I don't notice, but I do. You stare at women with long hair, not short hair."
"I stare at you," I said, trying to change the subject.
"And you know I have long hair. I'm trying to decide whether you deserve to see it again."
I decided begging couldn't hurt.
"Janine, may I please see your long hair?" I pleaded.
She sat down at the antique dressing table across the room, her back to me, and removed a few hairpins. A long ponytail, starting at the top of her head, fell down past the chair seat.
"It's so long," I stammered.
"Just wait," she said.
"Do you keep it hidden because of the men?" I asked.
"Partly," she said. "It always gets caught in things. The people in legal are very conservative. People stare and make comments."
She paused and turned around to look at me with a wicked look in her eyes, "And, for moments like this." She reached into her bag and pulled out a big hairbrush. "I know this sounds like a cliche, but I brush it 100 strokes every night," she said, starting to run the brush through her hair.
"I'd be happy to do that for you," I offered, "if you'll untie me."
"Ah, ah, ah," she said. "You're starting to prove why I needed to restrain you. Besides, I'm doing this for your benefit. Don't ruin it."
Keep your mouth shut, I thought to myself, watching eagerly as the brush added loft to the long ponytail. Janine walked over to the bed, sat down beside me, reached up to where the ponytail started, and ran her fingers down to within a few inches of the ends.
Using it like a brush, she reached over to her left shoulder and lightly whisked it down along the spaghetti strap and across her upper chest. I felt her give a little shudder.
"Would you like to feel my hair?"
"What do you think?"
"Don't get smart with me. Tell me. Do you want to feel my hair?"
"Yes. Please. I want to feel your soft hair against my skin. I'll die if I don't have it."
"That's better," Janine said as she reached over and began brushing it back and forth across my face.
"Soft," Janine said, no question in her voice.
"As silk," I replied, feeling the strands tickle my nose and lips.
"Just wait," she instructed, unbuttoning my pajama top and exposing my bare chest.
Janine again gathered her ponytail, this time to about three inches from the ends, and began brushing my nipples until they stiffened. She kept brushing lightly down toward my navel, and popped the snap on my pajama bottoms, exposing my hardening penis.
"I suppose he wants some, too," Janine said. I nodded my head vigorously.
"We'll see," she said, pulling the pajama bottoms toward my bound ankles, briefly untying one to remove one leg. She played with my feet, gently tickling the soles with long brush-strokes, then letting my toes slide through her ponytail before sweeping up my legs and thighs.
I thought I knew what was coming next, but Janine climbed off the bed and removed her silk tap pants, revealing a brown triangle.
"My pussy is feeling neglected," she announced, climbing back on the bed to straddle my face. Facing the foot of the bed, Janine lowered her soft mound near my lips, then reached down and spread the outer lips with two fingers, exposing a reddish-pink interior.
I lifted my head to reach her, first touching her clitoris with the end of my tongue, then straining to raise my head enough to cover her sex with my mouth, gently sucking it and rolling it between my lip-covered teeth.
Janine started to moan slightly, but stopped. "You'll have to do better," she said.
"I'm trying, but you're hard to reach."
"We can fix that," Janine said, settling her lovely pussy on my face. At times I could hardly breathe as she squirmed, grinding her clit into my chin while I licked her vagina. Several times I took a deep breath before burying my nose in her hole while sucking and licking the inner lips and clitoris. I lost track of time as her wetness flowed down my face and even trickled into my left ear.
Janine alternated between sitting directly on my face and leaning over on all fours to let me catch my breath. When she did, I could feel her long ponytail draped over my thighs and up my crotch. I moved my hips to feel the sensation.
"You're supposed to be paying attention to me," Janine said, snapping her head back and sitting up straight again. "You'll get that when you earn it."
I focused in on her clit, making tight clockwise circles with my tongue and moving my head slightly from side to side. She sat harder, pressing my head deep into the pillow, tilting her hips backward and forward. When she tilted her head back I could feel her hair brush across my forehead.
"Oh, yes, yes. Give it to me hard. Keep it going," she said in a low voice that seemed to come from deep inside her. I managed to take one last deep breath before she planted her clit against my chin and pressed hard for what seemed like forever. Janine began to shake and fell forward, hugging my thighs.
I raised my head a little and flicked my tongue over her clit, sending little after shock waves through her body with each stroke.
"You've earned a little rest now," Janine said, dismounting from my face. "You've been very good." She leaned over and kissed me softly, then began sucking my lower lip into her mouth, followed by my upper lip. The next thing I knew, she was licking her own juices off my face.
When she finished, Janine sat back down at the dressing table and pulled the ponytail holder from the top of her head, spreading a brown curtain across her back. She leaned forward in the chair, flipping her hair in front of her, and began
brushing it out again. My cock had lost some of its starch, but quickly stiffened again at the sight.
"Wow!" I exclaimed. "You have no idea how much the sight of you with your hair down turns me on. You're a goddess. You're Rapunzel!"
"I am,'' Janine said. "Imagine what it's like to be able to feel this hair against your skin any time you like. To wrap yourself in it."
As she talked, Janine gathered her hair in front of her, using it to massage her breasts and stomach. Then she whirled around, sending it flying behind her like a cape and settling softly all around her body.
Janine walked back over to the bed, bent over and kissed me hard on the mouth.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"Do you think you deserve it now?"
"Yes. Please! May I please have your soft hair?"
She kissed me again as she gathered her hair and arranged it in a pile just above my head.
"Here it comes, baby," she whispered, warming my ear with her hot breath.
Janine began trailing kisses down my neck and chest, and her hair began covering my face like a blanket. The smell was intoxicating, the sensation out of this world, and I moaned my approval.
She continued sprinkling dry soft kisses down my body, including my cock and balls and beyond, dragging her brunette mane behind her over my trembling body.
Janine picked up my cock and nuzzled it with the side of head, massaging it gently before she continued the trail of kisses down toward my feet. Every inch of my skin tingled with pleasure beneath her hair.
"Please, Janine, do it again!" I begged.
"I have something better for you," she said. I couldn't imagine what that would be, but managed to stammer, "Do anything you want, darling. I'm yours."
"You are mine," she said kneeling on the bed next to me. She leaned over, slowly sweeping her hair up and down my body. Using my groin muscles, I lifted my cock to catch the waves of hair flowing over my skin, sometimes getting it caught in a delicate, delicious tangle.
"Oh, Janine," I cried, "I love this! Please don't stop."
She picked up the pace, moving faster and faster until the sensation of her hair against my skin changed from soft caresses to stinging, almost like being whipped. I began to feel a tingling in my hands and feet, moving inward.
"Ow, oh, yes! Ow, oh, more!"
Janine stopped suddenly, flipping her hair backwards so it hung down her back, then pushed the long front strands behind her ears and looked at me.
"Don't you know that's hard on my neck?" she asked somewhat angrily, rolling her head slowly from side to side, stretching her neck muscles.
"I'm sorry Janine. I've just never felt anything like that before. Please finish me, Janine. I'll die if you don't."
"And how would that be bad?" she said, a smile creeping across her face.
Janine leaned forward again and with her right arm reached behind her neck and swung her mane in front of her. She tilted her head down, grabbed my cock by its base and began wrapping her hair around and around it until it was completely covered and encased in a silken cocoon.
"I don't know how long I can stand this, Janine."
"Tell me when you can't, or you'll be sorry."
I don't know whether it was the tone of her voice or the feeling of her hair around my cock, but the tingling in my extremities quckly became waves of sensation throughout my body as she slid it up and down my shaft. I thrashed against my bonds until I came, landing sticky gobs of come all over her tresses.
Janine looked at me with daggers in her eyes.
"I told you to tell me. Now look what you've done to my hair." She unwound her cum-soaked hair, and gathered it in her left hand. "Look at this mess you've made."
"I'm sorry, Janine. I couldn't help myself. You don't understand the power you have over me."
"But I do," she said, whipping me across the face several times with her hair, leaving traces of my own cum sticking to my face.
"What are you going to do about this mess you've made?"
"If you'll untie me, I'll wash it for you," I replied.
"And dry it," she added.
And so I did.
Janine and I were married a year later. She made me wait until then just to fuck her; our wedding night was definitely on her terms. But she now trusts me to play gently with her hair and control myself, and we keep finding new ways for her hair to bring us pleasure.
But sometimes, if I'm good, Janine gets out the scarves, and just for old times sake, fastens me to the bed and makes me beg her to let down her hair.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
I'm starting this blog to reach a wider audience than my Yahoo Group of the same name.
Have you ever tied up your partner for a night of hot lovemaking? Ever been bound to the bedposts? Even if you just fantasize about spicing up your relationship with erotic restraint, this is the place for you.
I call this VanillaBondage because vanilla is what serious B D S M folks call those of us who aren't into whips and chains. I respect the lifestyle B D S M folks, but I'm just not that into it. I'm more into silk scarves, soft ropes, bedposts and erotic teasing with men or women bound.
I'll try to repost some of the material I've stashed over at the Yahoo Group, as well as put up new material whenever I can.
I welcome your feedback.