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Paula Tries Some Self-Bondage

Heather Bond

Part two of the sister in law story where Paula tries to relive her experience with Heather and tries some self-.

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My afternoon weekend experience with Heather seemed to prey on my mind a lot over the next week and always seemed to be lurking around just under the surface of my thoughts. Should I have done it? Was it going to harm my relationship with Blake? My relationship, such as it was, with Heather? Was it wrong to have let it happen? Above all, how did I feel about me?

Never had I had a bondage experience like it - in fact, it was hard to think of a sexual encounter in my life which was quite the same. Don’t get me wrong I had enjoyed some great sex with Blake and other partners before him, but the raw intensity of the experience was unparalleled. Perhaps it was the surprise element and my total lack of preparation for the event. Perhaps the sheer inevitability of matters proceeding totally outside of my control. Perhaps the mastery of touch and timing that Heather had demonstrated - so in tune with my body that it was almost scary. Yet again I found myself reliving those moments. http://nicholab/stories/paula2/story.htm 8/19/01 Paula Tries Some Self-Bondage - by Heather Bond Page 2 of 7

Straining fruitlessly against tightly tied ropes. Hot and horny as hell, dying for sexual release. Her gentle, sensual touch inevitably pushing me closer to the abyss of bliss that I craved. Little vignettes of memories blurring like a trailer for a film Heather’s beaming smile when I finally exploded into orgasm; long hair tantalisingly tickling my bare skin; the threefold attack on my senses of the two vibrators and Heather’s skilful, little pink tongue on my breasts, lips and genitals. It was difficult to get it out of my mind.

At this stage I don’t know whether it was a mistake or whether I should have let myself get into the position. And I don’t know whether any lasting damage has been done between myself and the other two - only time will tell. But I do know that it has unleashed something in me. There is a trail I need to follow and explore further.

I had loved being tied up by Heather. I enjoyed the sexual release at the end and the enthusiasm of Blake' s lovemaking when he arrived home, but it was the thrill of the feeling of being made helpless that I had really loved, and which had made the experience particularly linger in my thoughts. She had done it so well - so much better than anyone had ever done before. As I have said before, Blake has always been ultra careful and so I have never been bound as I had been at the weekend (though, hopefully, that is something that we’ll see change in the future I’m sure). What I have decided since the weekend is that I want to experience so much more in this area.

I discussed things over breakfast on Sunday with Blake, as I had been too physically and emotionally drained on the Saturday evening after everything that had gone on and had slept like the proverbial log until quite late on in the morning. Over a few leisurely coffees we chatted about the previous day and evening’s experience.

I asked Blake how he had felt about the whole thing. The grin on his face spoke volumes.

‘It was a great experience for me, not surprisingly’ he said.

‘When I walked into the house I was still fired up from the game we had just won but more than that I was wondering how I would find you. And at the same time apprehensive. Heather had told me that she would try and engineer a rerun of her previous visit. She is quite a resourceful young lady as I’m sure you’re aware and I thought that she would manage to do something along the lines we had discussed. We had talked about things a bit before and she had shown and talked me through a few pictures and ideas of what she intended to do. I did not really know what to expect.

‘Coming into the bedroom I could hardly believe my eyes. It is not every day that you walk into your bedroom and find your wife tied up! To find her - you - so beautifully tied was amazing. Heather had done exactly as she said she would and you looked gorgeous and helpless.

‘You were lying on the bed with your back to me and I could immediately see how well you were bound. Your arms and elbows were roped severely together and your bound legs were rhythmically rocking and writhing on the sheets. Your hips were straining and wriggling, with a tight, little pair of briefs stretched taut across your bottom. I don’t think you heard me come in at first and I spent some time there just standing quietly watching you. You seemed in http://nicholab/stories/paula2/story.htm 8/19/01 Paula Tries Some Self-Bondage - by Heather Bond Page 3 of 7

a different world and it was not long that I discovered why. When I finally came closer and heard that steady hum I realised that Heather had perhaps exceeded her brief! I didn’t realise that she was going to get you all worked up with a though I have to say you seemed to be loving it!

‘You heard me then and rolled over. Wow! gagged as well - Heather had definitely come well- prepared. I bent down to see if you wanted me to release you but the fierce nodding of your head and the look in your eyes dissuaded me. The rest you know about obviously.

Paula, you were so hot and worked up I couldn’t believe it. As I pumped away at you from behind with your rock solid pushing hard into my palms I saw a side of you I have never seen before. Totally helpless but yet not helpless at all. Restrained so, so tightly, yet so unrestrained in your behaviour and movement. So free, so carefree, so totally absorbed in the moment, semi-conscious but aware of every gentle touch, every hard thrust, everything. Screaming through your and thrusting yourself at me seemingly as much as I thrust into you. When I finally untied and ungagged you, you seemed to almost resent being free though I think you were that tired by that stage that anymore would have been too much.

‘Were you ok?’ he asked.‘I have never dared to tie you up as tightly as that but I was too blown away by the whole experience to be too concerned about whether you were ok’.

‘Blake, it was fantastic. I loved being tied up like that, and will hopefully experience similar things in the future. You have always been so careful and so bothered about hurting me Heather was just determined to make sure that I was totally and utterly helpless. And the little present that she left inside me ensured that I was turned on as hell. I think I would have caused you great physical damage if you had not finished what she had started! I hope that we can experiment a little further soon - just you and me. No.... more than a little! I want to be tied up again so that I can hardly move. Bind me, gag me, anyway you want me. Just make sure from now on that you make me as helpless as you can make me. Anyway, we will have to see if you are as good at tying me up as your sister!’

We finished on an agreement that we would explore things further and went about our normal leisurely Sunday routine. Great isn’t it? One minute you are talking about the sexual experience of your life and your plans to try and emulate it in the future, the next you’re chatting about washing the cars, reading the papers and getting the next meal ready!

You are probably wondering whether I told Blake about everything that occurred when Heather came to visit. Well not everything. I did leave out the bit about her taking my clothes off and her involvement over and above the bondage. Again for right or for wrong, who knows? But it might have put him off his breakfast, and a girl has to have some secrets. Perhaps I will tell him one day or perhaps Heather will. Not now, though.

Blake had obviously enjoyed himself, but I’m not sure that he ultimately has the same level of enthusiasm for this tying up thing as I do. I' ll tell you about some of our earlier bondage experiences at a later date perhaps, but suffice it to say that it had originally been my suggestion to start it in the first place. Most of the bondage sessions since have been at my request rather than his instigation, so we will have to see where this new path leads and how far Blake is prepared to follow it. http://nicholab/stories/paula2/story.htm 8/19/01 Paula Tries Some Self-Bondage - by Heather Bond Page 4 of 7

Sunday passed into Monday and he left me at home and disappeared to work as per usual. I ought to explain that I do some freelance writing for a few magazines and so mostly work from home, and thus have most days to myself. I’ve got a couple of articles well underway and well within deadline, so it was not surprising that my mind wandered from my work and to my current obsession.

Heather had mentioned that much of her new found knowledge had been gleaned from the internet and I thought I would spend a bit of time having a look myself. She had mentioned a few sites where she had found some useful information - one being ‘Bedroom Bondage’ - and I went off in search. After a few false starts and blind alleys I came across what Heather had found (sorry, but I’ve always looked at it as being a bit of a ‘boy’s toy’ apart from when it’s time to look for a holiday!). Wonderful! A little video on how to tie hands together! How to do that harness around my breasts! A section on gags. Lots of little hints and tips and links to helpful other places. Within a couple of hours I had found out lots of things and - yup, you got it - I’m afraid the juices were on the flow again. Heather had said that she had practiced on herself and so I thought I would give it a try myself. Could I recreate that weekend feeling? I doubted it but I could have a go!

With a sense of anticipation I disappeared upstairs to the bedroom. I spent a bit of time in preparation. The ropes were still in the cupboard where we had tidied them away along with the ballgag and the vibrator. I put them on the bed and then rearranged the mirrors in the room so that I would have a good view of myself - hopefully soon writhing and struggling in some tight ropes!

With a bit of careful planning and the use of a couple of freestanding mirrors, I could position everything so that I could see myself from several angles from the bed at the same time. Good! So far, so good.

Next I slipped into something a bit more sexy than the clothes I had been wearing. A sheer pair of black pantyhose over my thong knickers, and a little satin camisole top suited my mood and would look good against the rope. I was ready! I pulled the covers and pillows off the bed and sat on the stripped bed and arranged the ropes so that everything was to hand.

I had formulated a plan as to how to tie myself. I had worked out in my mind how to tie my hands to at least approximate being tied up properly. The anticipation sent a little shiver through my body and that reminded me of Saturday afternoon!

I started with my feet. I wound several turns of rope around my ankles and cinched the ropes between my ankles as Heather had done. Once I was satisfied that they were tight and well tied, I tied a second shorter piece between the ankles and left it within reach to be used to hogtie myself if I felt like it.

Next I tied my legs together, above and below the knees, with plenty of the white rope and again finished by cinching the ropes. Nice snug feeling and good, carefully placed ropes - I was starting to look and feel good. A fourth length of rope was then http://nicholab/stories/paula2/story.htm 8/19/01 Paula Tries Some Self-Bondage - by Heather Bond Page 5 of 7

placed about six inches below my crotch and again cinched off. This was going to form a crucial part of my plan to try and mimic the ties of Saturday.

Next I planned the elbow and wrist bondage. I took a long length of rope and looped it round several times and tied it with a knot so that I had six turns of rope into which my elbows would easily, but snugly, fit. I then wound another rope several times the other way across the middle of the loop to create a cinch like effect. Lastly I left it so that there was about four or five feet of rope left on each end. I carefully put it to one side for use later. My wrists I planned in the same way. Six turns of rope tied into a loop that my wrists would fit through and a second rope loosely looped three or four times at ninety degrees to the original loop. I placed it beside the elbow ropes.

Now the arm and breast bondage. After a bit of practice (and a completely useless attempt!) I found a way to tie my upper body. I doubled the rope as Heather had done and created a loop just under my breasts. I reversed the direction of the ropes and wound them round my body and back to and through the loop pulling it reasonably tightly. I then eased all the ropes round my body so that the loop was in the middle of my back. I then followed the route I had learned from Heather. Under my left arm, round the back of my neck, up under my right arm and back to the loop. With a bit of fiddling and struggling I managed to get it through. Next I led the two trailing ends down to the rope at the top of my legs and pushed one end under the tie on my right leg and the other on my left. It was now an easy job to pull the two ends tight, ensuring that my upper body ropes could not ride up my body.

I was pleased with the look and the effect I was feeling a bit more helpless now.

Time to insert the ballgag and vibrator now I decided. I grabbed the gag that Heather had left and tried to insert it into my mouth. Damn! The ropes around my arms stopped me from reaching up to my mouth. At least it showed I was getting a bit more restrained! There was no way that I was undoing all that so I went for the option I had avoided on Saturday. A piece of tape had been prepared in readiness by Heather in case I had not cooperated with the ballgag, so I used it to gag myself. As you'd expect from the ever- thorough Heather it worked very well and the trial action of my tongue did not succeed in getting rid of it. I was not looking forward to removing it after all this!

The vibrator was easier to insert and I popped it into myself under my knickers and hose and turned it on. I would have to work quickly now.

I reached back and carefully pushed my left arm into one of the loops I had formed earlier for my elbows, and eased it up so that it was just above my elbow. Now the difficult bit! With a bit of struggling (and a bit of chafed skin!) I succeeded in getting my right arm into the other loop and slowly wriggled and forced until it was above my right elbow. I then threw the free ends one over each shoulder. After a few attempts I managed to get both to stay there so that the free ends hung down by my breasts. Reaching round from behind I pulled each end back under the arm and managed to pull the ends together and tighten them before knotting them. Success! My elbows were now nicely tied together and unable to fall back down my arms - having been anchored by the ropes that now went over my shoulders.

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appraise how I looked and felt. A glance at the mirror confirmed that I now looked pretty well tied up - I certainly felt that way, and, in addition, the little friend between my legs was starting to work its own particular form of magic. I needed to be quick now.

Again I reached behind me and carefully got my left wrist into its loop, making sure that the other looped rope remainined between my wrists. As with my elbow rope, I struggled to get my right wrist into the other loop but soon succeeded. With the aid of the mirrors I soon located the ends of the rope that was looped between my wrists and started to pull and take the slack out of it. This bit seemed to take ages but maybe it was because of the increasing demands on my attention that the vibrator demanded. Finally I pulled the looped rope tight and managed to tie a knot between my wrists. It felt good but I wanted to feel just a little more firmly bound. Arching my back I took the remaining ends of the rope that I had just tied and reached down to the rope at the top of my legs. Just as with the upper body ropes, I pushed them through under the leg ropes and, grabbing them on the other side, pulled them until my hands were pulled down towards my legs and rested neatly on the crack of my arse. It was then an easy job to loop the ends backk round the ropes, tie the ends together and fix everything in place.

So there I was - bound and gagged and looking the picture of the helpless damsel! And it felt pretty good too! Justifiably, I think, I was pleased with the effect. It felt good as well. My legs were well tied as you would expect, but I had been pretty successful in making arms and elbows helpless as well. I looked at myself in the mirrors, at the well bound arms with wrists snugly nestling on my rounded bottom and smiled inwardly. I rolled around on the bed straining against my bonds and trying to recreate the feelings I had so recently experienced.

But it is not the same, is it? In my heart I knew I could get free. So, even though the feeling of restraint was there, that feeling of being utterly unable to escape was not.

However, I was still determined to enjoy the moment! I left the vibrator to do its work and concentrated on getting myself off on its constant pulse.

It's amazing how quickly the world can change, isn’t it? My relative inner peace was shattered by the doorbell downstairs. Now! There lies the difference! That wonderful feeling of threat, risk and helplessness returned with a the powerful shot of adrenalin that rocketed through my system. Only no chance of flight! The relative safety of the situation and the belief of quick escape, were replaced by a feeling of near panic and intense vulnerability.

The doorbell rang again and after about thirty seconds was replaced by the the sound of the door opening. Oh my god, it was the window cleaners. Monday afternoon is window cleaning day and if my mind had not been elsewhere I would have remembered. We have had them for years and trust them to come and go if we are not here. I prayed with all my might - ‘Just do the outsides today, thank you, the insides do NOT need doing’ If you can beam thoughts I was beaming them.

The next fifteen minutes were spent in a nerve wracking state of tension. Any minute expecting a hand on the bedroom door and the problems of explanation. I could be attacked, screwed, anything. And all the time aware of the constant stimulation between my legs. Now http://nicholab/stories/paula2/story.htm 8/19/01 Paula Tries Some Self-Bondage - by Heather Bond Page 7 of 7

that would be difficult to explain away!

The gods were with me, presumably smiling away at my fate in some corner somewhere. The cleaners went without coming into the bedroom. Apart from a worrying few minutes when they were doing the outside of the bedroom windows when I wondered whether they could see in, it was over and I was safe.

But I had reached a very satisfactory climax while they were there. Not before, not after, but while they were there. I had learnt something about my reaction to bondage. Context and circumstance were everything. The ring of the bell had changed the moment and created the excitement. I would bear that in mind for the future.

After a bit more struggling I untied myself (and no, it wasn’t as easy as I had thought. I don’t recommend it! And I won’t be using this tape again if I have a say in things). And I took myself off to relax in a nice hot bath with a coffee and my thoughts.

How was I going to create the necessary risk and lack of control that I now realised was crucial to find the intensity of feeling I had experienced with Heather.

I decided to find out if I could recreate it with Blake.

TO BE CONTINUED

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