This subject has come up very often in recent weeks, I don’t know why but sometimes it goes in runs like that, like hearing the same golden oldie on the radio 6 times in one day all on different stations.
Anyway. The bondage question has arisen and I promised I’d answer it.
Yes of course I have tried it. Mostly at home, many times, and it’s very enjoyable being helpless.
It took us ages to find a blindfold that was really blinding – most of them are see-through and some you can see round the edges. I used to shut my eyes with the rubbish ones because I really didn’t WANT to see what was coming next, but its not the same as not being ABLE to see, which is more helpless and exciting.
And we have now got some wrist and ankle straps that can tie a girl at each corner spread out but aren’t heavyweight metal and take only a second to Velcro in place, but once you’re in, you’re in until someone lets you out.
And hubby bought one of those bars that straps between your ankles so I can’t close my legs. Still spread, still vulnerable, but you can raise your knees, which is sometimes very important, like when you’re being fucked really hard.
All of which we learnt by experience.
So let me tell you about a couple of the good bits.
Someone told us that bondage and spanking etc only really work if I don’t know the person doing it, because I’d never really be sure what to expect.
We used to go to swinger clubs and that seemed like the ideal place to find out, so one Friday I let Rog tie me up by the wrists on a sort of dangly rope. ‘Spect there’s a posh name for it but it was just a pair of wrist cuffs hanging from a rope tied to the ceiling, so I had my arms up above my head and my feet just about taking my weight on the floor. Black stretch top, black skirt, black holdups, black heels, black thong.
Rog put his hand up my skirt, just to make sure i was nice and wet (when am I not?) and to make sure other people wandering about got the right idea. Then he sat down a couple of feet away, close enough to talk, far enough to invite interest.
People approach you quite quickly in these clubs, and usually ask if they can take advantage and Rog was hardly going to say no, was he. It was a couple first, quite a nice-looking girl, mid twenties, hand in my knickers straight away, fingers inside quite roughly and then lifting my skirt to show her hubby and invite him to join her. I love it when two different people have a finger in me, because they move separately and its like having a living thing in you (I imagine) .
Then a single guy joined them, trying to get a finger in from behind, and it was all a lovely slippery mess that I was liking quite a lot, and then we had half a dozen more guys round, and they were waiting their turn, and then just finger fucking me for a minute and letting the next one, but there were hands up my blouse and stroking my bum, and it was just a kaleidoscope of sensations, and it obviously made me cum quite hard and loudly.
Rog took pity on my legs then and got me out of it, and got me a drink as well, and then we went upstairs and I fucked some guy who was wandering around with a huge cock sticking out of his trousers, perfect end to a perfect day. Apart from a nice shag with hubby back at the hotel, obviously.
We did everything they had in the club, over time. One thing was a box like a Tardis, and Rog shut me inside and then people stuck things through the holes – arms mostly so they could feel and finger, which is great because you can’t see out and have no idea who it is that’s touching you. A lot of the guys stick their dick in for me to play with but again, there’s no way of knowing whose it is when you hold it or suck it. Or fuck it. You can turn your back and slide your pussy onto them, or just press it against one of the holes and someone WIL stick a cock into you. That was a fun evening.
And there was a flat leather bench the S&M people would tie each other too and spank, whip and paddle away. Apparently it’s an art-form, proper S&M, but it always looks a bit contrived to me. But I did let Rog blindfold me and lie me on the table – not tied – while he lifted my skirt, pulled my knickers down and licked and fingered me. There were quite a few people watching he said, couples and single guys, and he encouraged a few to join in. You can always tell a woman’s touch so I know at least one finger in me was female, and I’m sure that at least once of the people who licked me was female as well but it might not have been the same one. Didn’t matter, because when you can’t see it’s all just about sensation, and it was very very nice.
Then, when i was so wet it was dibbling between the cheeks of my bum and making the leather table wet and slippery, a man stood up between my legs and pushed a long, stiff cock slowly into my pussy, and as soon as it was all the way in, Rog took my blindfold off so I could see who it was. A tall, thin black guy, the colour of coal, smiled at me and then fucked me slowly for about ten minutes until I’d cum 3 times, and was begging him to cum as well, which isn’t really swinger club etiquette, but I really wanted to feel him scary it into me. He looked at Rog and Rog told him to go ahead, so he did, huge long jets that, according to my beloved husband, filled me so much it was all oozing out around the base of his shaft and spreading up the inside of my thighs.
Then it was over, and Rog took me back to our hotel room to make his own contribution.
But that wasn’t what I was going to tell you about, but I’ve run out of time, so it’ll have to be enough for today and I’ll tell you the rest later.
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