My First Bondage Experience

My husband has always been very interested in bondage. I myself have not been so inclined. I’m kind of a control freak, so bondage hasn’t ever been my thing. But after being asked and pestered for quite some time, I finally came up with an Idea and solution that may work well for both of us.

My son, who is twenty years old and I have always loved Ruth Chris. I finally decided that if I were to agree to Dan’s bondage photo session, then sometime later on, he would take us all out to Ruth Chris for dinner. I knew my son wouldn’t care how I made it happen, he’d just be glad he was going along.

I finally agreed to Dan’s terms after he agreed to mine. His terms included unlimited pictures, and the fact that I would not speak for at least a half hour during the photo session. (He is well aware of my whining and complaining) 😉 This would be hard for me, but I finally agreed to only thirty minutes of silence, to begin after I was completely tied up and secured. Oh the things we girls have to do for our man…

Dan said he wanted to take a series of bondage pictures, again something I’ve never agreed to in the past. My son had told us both earlier that day, that he and his friends were going to be out of town, and wouldn’t be back until tomorrow afternoon sometime. That worked out great since my son’s room or better yet, his doorway was where Dan was going to take the pictures.

Now my son’s room is at the other side of our house. Dan decided that he wanted to use my sons pullup bar, mounted at the top of his doorway to tie me to. He then instructed me to put on my tan thigh highs and my natural color high heels, nothing more and come to my sons bedroom. Oh, and he ask me to bring my black sleeping mask along too. I was to be tied up and blindfolded for this bondage picture set. Good thing I was being paid well!

After taking a nice hot shower and doing some trimming and landscaping, I put on my new body glitter I’d just purchased and slipped into my stockings and heels. When I arrived at my son’s doorway, Dan was already there and waiting.

He used our silk scarfs to bind my wrists, one at a time to each end of my son’s chin up bar. He had installed a couple of medium sized brass hooks into the bottom of the door casing. Using a rope, he tied my ankles, one to each side of his doorframe. My sons bathroom is right next to his bedroom, and has an entrance from both the hall and his bedroom.

After Dan was sure I was securely tied, and with my blindfold in place, and again after I’d promised to keep quiet, my husband went on to take a number of pictures of me in different poses and positions you know, the usual damsel in distress look, with facial expressions of sadness, fear, horror and şirinevler türbanlı escort all. A helpless and struggling woman…whatever!

After forty or so pictures, with lots of demands instruction and guidance from my hubby, we both heard the front door open, we could hear my son, his best friend Jake and a couple of other boys talking and laughing as they entered the house. Oh crap, now this wasn’t supposed to happen!

Quickly I thought about telling Dan to go and head them off. Stop them Immediately! Then I remembered my promise and our agreement. Hum what was I going to do, was I going to give up a Ruth Chris steak dinner, or was I going to chance my son and his friends seeing me completely naked and tied up and blindfolded?

I knew my son and most of his friends have already seen me, well not all but most of me anyways. My pajama’s, nightgowns and baby doll sleepers aren’t exactly see thru proof, ah their actually pretty sheer. But I’m positive none of them have ever seen me like this before for sure!

I listened intently, wondering if my husband would try and head the boys off before they headed towards my son’s bedroom. Maybe the boys had just stopped by to use the restroom, or maybe for something to eat? Maybe my son would be the only one stopping by his room.

After a minute or so, it was quiet, very quiet. I didn’t know if they had already left or what the hell was going on. I listened intently. Finally I decided to whisper Dan’s name, I knew I was taking a chance on our agreement, but what else could I do. I did so without any reply, hum. I stood there perfectly still, waiting. I was nervous yet kind of excited.

The next thing I was to hear was my son when he asked me, “what the hell are you doing in my room mom?” I couldn’t believe it, Dan must not have did or said anything to the boys. Nervously I started thinking of how I was going to explain all of this, and to explain what my husband and I were supposedly doing in my sons bedroom doorway.

Well Shit! There I was, tied up and wearing nothing but a blindfold, thigh highs and heels, oh and some body glitter and a very nervous grin.

Before I decided if I should speak or not, trying to explain myself, I felt someone start to fondle my breast. First the right breast and then the left. Then they started fondling both of my nipples. Holy crap, I was totally being groped and felt up.

I pulled on my hands trying to free one or the other, but the scarfs only seemed to become tighter as I struggled. Finally I took a deep breath and decided to try and relax, yea right!

This had to be some kind of a sick joke right, probably masterminded by my dear and sweet şirinevler ucuz escort husband, the ole fucker! At least whoever was playing with my breasts and nipples was being gentle, I didn’t mind that, it was kind of stimulating. You know, after a bit it felt nice.

I assured myself that the boys were just enjoying the view. Most men are extremely visual, so I guess this will give them all something to think about later on.

But I soon realized that wasn’t going to be all, it wasn’t going to end there. Shortly afterwards, I felt someone ease their finger between my pussy lips into my vulva. Almost in panic mode by now, I thought about ending this all right here and now before it went any farther.

But Before I could do or say anything, I felt his finger (whoever’s finger it was,) locate my clitoris. Damn, was this really happening? I could tell, my clitoris immediately started to swell and throb, almost begging for more attention. Then whoever it was, started finger fucking me, teasing my clitoris softly over and over, using a nice rhythmic motion.

At first when he had started stroking my swollen clit, I had only been extremely nervous and upset, this wasn’t supposed to be happening. But it wasn’t long before nerves and anxiety gave way to a total rush of euphoria, pleasure and excitement.

By this time I had several hands on my breasts, a finger in my vagina and soon, someone else was squeezing and kissing my bum from behind me. Damn if I didn’t like the attention. I felt goose bumps as someone licked my anus as they spread my cheeks and softly licked it again and again, circling it with the tip of their tongue, damn!

Shortly thereafter and far too soon, I had one of the most intense if not the most enjoyable orgasm I have ever had In my entire life! Still no one ever spoke. Only the sounds of my moaning and the boys heavy breathing were all that could be heard.

As I started to relax, exhausted from an extremely intense orgasm, someone else slid their finger inside my vagina. This time the person’s finger was trembling. My mind was going crazy trying to figure out who was there, and which one had done what and who was doing all of this to me?

As I thought about asking, someone started sucking on my right breast and nipple, very softly nothing rough. As I continued to stand there, well more like hanging by now, I wondered who was doing what to me and what the boys thought of Drew’s mother now?

The cologne I smelled was like the cologne Jake usually wore. Was this Jake, or one of the other boys wearing Jake’s cologne. Was it Dan that was licking my salad bowl? Or was it my son, who always had a thing for my bum. And who was şişli escort sucking on my breast and nipples, or was my son the one fingering me?

I didn’t know, but what I did know was that I was about to have another extremely intense orgasm. His trembling finger excited my clitoris even more, hum, could this be his very first time finger fucking a woman?

How exciting would that be. My entire body was on fire, from the top of my head, to the tip of my toes, my nipples were ultra sensitive. Everything felt wonderful, I loved the attention. I tried to hold off for just a little while longer but I couldn’t, my clitoris was throbbing and on fire.

My ears were red hot. As I finally gave in, I climaxed again, again and again. By this time, my entire body was throbbing from the pleasure and ecstasy. I’ve never been this excited in my entire adult life!

After I was through savoring the final wave of orgasms, which was probably two or three minutes later, I composed myself enough to speak. The very first thing I asked, was, “who all was there, and who had just did what to me?”

I really needed to, no I wanted to know. But no one answered. I asked again weakly. This time Dan answered me, “they’ve all gone babe, it’s just you and me now.” When he removed my mask, he looked at me and sheepishly smiled. He told me that my eyes were totally bloodshot, Well duh!

The only thing that Dan would ever tell me was that My son had come home, and he’d brought three of his friends along. And yes, one of them was Jake. But to this day, Dan or the boys have never revealed to me who had did what and who the other boys were, I’m not sure they ever will.

At first I really wanted to know, I thought I needed to know. But now, I’m not so sure I want to know. The only thing he would tell me was that it wasn’t him that kissed and licked my bum, hum. I’m not sure if I should believe him or not, would you?

At first, I asked my husband numerous times to tell me who had did what to me. After a while, I’ve come to the conclusion that maybe it’s better that I don’t know. This way I can make up my own scenarios. Jake, my son, hum. Who knows, maybe someday I’ll be able to talk my son or Jake into telling me all about it. ‘-)

For the next several months following that day, and mostly in the afternoon, I’d remove my clothing and lie on my bed while pleasuring myself to a number of different scenarios from that very afternoon. I know my son and Jake were there for sure.

And I know a couple of others out of four or five of my son’s closest friends, boys that could have also been there that day. Even though no one has ever confirmed it, I believe I have an idea of who was there. I think a couple of the boys appear to look at me differently nowadays. Possibly it’s one them, maybe both. 😉

By the way, Ruth Chris was wonderful! My son Drew ended up taking Jake along. I told the boys during dinner what I’d done to earn this special treat, they just laughed and said that I should do it again real soon, Hum?

That’s my boys!