My bondage biography mixed F/M M/F- updated 13 December 21
Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2021 9:44 pm
OK So I am going to try to write something a bit longer than the usual comment I make. My life story Taa Daa.
OK So I'm 43 married twice, divorced twice, engaged three times. Dumped shortly before my wedding once (So close I still went on the Honeymoon, Alone.) Two children one t university, one left home married himself.
Growing up tie ups. Odd game of cowboys and Indians I think. Toy hand cuffs the boys had. As a teenager the occasional tie up with sleepovers, tae escapes before YouTube and the like. I did lots of crazy Shit and There's no evidence. Similarly a few drunken nights meant kissing girls and one or two waking up naked in bed with another girl not quite sure what had happened but hey we were all girls together, how wrong could it be. I honestly never questioned my sexual preferences.
It was after my first marriage and divorce and after my dumping. I went out , probably on the re-bound , with a guy quite a few years younger than me. What did he see in me curvy mum with boobs I an almost touch my toes with (joke) and with two primary school boys at the time? He ws probably on the rebound too, or he likes older women with big boobs. My Ex would have my boys, he was good about that, for alternate weekends, and because of my work my mum would often have them as well. It was like they had three homes and it meant I could get quite a few nights and even weekends for myself , or myself and friend.
Anyway before that point no bondage in my life, just some totally un memorable tie-ups. I wasn't totally un-kinky though. I enjoyed being spanked and spanking my, at that time, boyfriends only (and my Ex when we'd been married). The other thing was as i'm not ticklish, it was always fun to tickle my partner in bed and see how he'd react.
So back to latest boy friend / toyboy. He was incredibly ticklish, running my hand over his stomach made hi not so much flinch as jolt out of my arms. I was , still am, quite heavy, curvy and extra weight, big boobs too but not a lard ball by any means, so I could try to lie on him and pin him down. He 'd often grab my wrists, which I quite liked, and wrestle my arms behind me. So one night after a few tickle attacks he twisted my arms behind me and I said “ Sometimes I think you want me with my hands tied behind my back.” there was slight hesitancy as he let go and kissed me nothing more said.
Another night and We're naked in bed cuddling kissing getting ready and getting ready for the inevitable when I'm tickling him trying to pin him down. I'd often grab his wrists and use my weight to pin him down whilst I licked or nosed his chest, nipples, belly button, but he fight back and get his hands free. But this night I accidently caught a couple of his fingers in one hand. He made a big thing about if I held his fingers it hurt when he pushed me off so he was better trapped than when I grabbed his wrists. So this time deliberately I got his two little fingers in my left hand, kind of lay over his hips with my thigh and had him pinned down, he couldn't pull free because I just had his little fingers “Just your little fingers” I teased regularly. And I tickled his tummy, neck, licked his chest and kept teasing him saying “I can tickle you here, or here, or here, and there nothing you can do about it. He seemed to enjoy it.
Fast forward a week and were cuddling on the couch / rolling on the floor again at his house. Nothing special Im in jeans with elastic tops and a button checked shirt. I'm tickling him again and he's giggling and wrestling my hands away when he once again wrestles them behind my back. I say something like “There you o again, you like my hands behind my back.” and good grief next thing I know he's pulled some rope out of somewhere , rolled me over and has my hands tie behind my back. First time in 15 years probably but I'm not scared , I'm actually more excited, so I just start licking him instead and try undoing his shirt buttons with my teeth He wrigles away and say something like “I need to make sure you don't run away.” not that I was thinking of it, and he's tied my ankles together with more rope. I'm barefoot and He's trying to tickle my feet but Im not usually ticklish. I suddenly discover though bound hand and foot I really want to pull away and I'm starting to giggle too. Whether it's the tickling or the situation, I'm not sure. I really shriek though when he sticks his tongue between my toes. I hope they're clean. I had a shower after work but then put heels with no socks, still i've been barefoot an hour so probably not sweaty. He seems to enjoy it, maybe he just likes making me squeal.
OK I'l leave it there. Please tell me what you think.
OK So I'm 43 married twice, divorced twice, engaged three times. Dumped shortly before my wedding once (So close I still went on the Honeymoon, Alone.) Two children one t university, one left home married himself.
Growing up tie ups. Odd game of cowboys and Indians I think. Toy hand cuffs the boys had. As a teenager the occasional tie up with sleepovers, tae escapes before YouTube and the like. I did lots of crazy Shit and There's no evidence. Similarly a few drunken nights meant kissing girls and one or two waking up naked in bed with another girl not quite sure what had happened but hey we were all girls together, how wrong could it be. I honestly never questioned my sexual preferences.
It was after my first marriage and divorce and after my dumping. I went out , probably on the re-bound , with a guy quite a few years younger than me. What did he see in me curvy mum with boobs I an almost touch my toes with (joke) and with two primary school boys at the time? He ws probably on the rebound too, or he likes older women with big boobs. My Ex would have my boys, he was good about that, for alternate weekends, and because of my work my mum would often have them as well. It was like they had three homes and it meant I could get quite a few nights and even weekends for myself , or myself and friend.
Anyway before that point no bondage in my life, just some totally un memorable tie-ups. I wasn't totally un-kinky though. I enjoyed being spanked and spanking my, at that time, boyfriends only (and my Ex when we'd been married). The other thing was as i'm not ticklish, it was always fun to tickle my partner in bed and see how he'd react.
So back to latest boy friend / toyboy. He was incredibly ticklish, running my hand over his stomach made hi not so much flinch as jolt out of my arms. I was , still am, quite heavy, curvy and extra weight, big boobs too but not a lard ball by any means, so I could try to lie on him and pin him down. He 'd often grab my wrists, which I quite liked, and wrestle my arms behind me. So one night after a few tickle attacks he twisted my arms behind me and I said “ Sometimes I think you want me with my hands tied behind my back.” there was slight hesitancy as he let go and kissed me nothing more said.
Another night and We're naked in bed cuddling kissing getting ready and getting ready for the inevitable when I'm tickling him trying to pin him down. I'd often grab his wrists and use my weight to pin him down whilst I licked or nosed his chest, nipples, belly button, but he fight back and get his hands free. But this night I accidently caught a couple of his fingers in one hand. He made a big thing about if I held his fingers it hurt when he pushed me off so he was better trapped than when I grabbed his wrists. So this time deliberately I got his two little fingers in my left hand, kind of lay over his hips with my thigh and had him pinned down, he couldn't pull free because I just had his little fingers “Just your little fingers” I teased regularly. And I tickled his tummy, neck, licked his chest and kept teasing him saying “I can tickle you here, or here, or here, and there nothing you can do about it. He seemed to enjoy it.
Fast forward a week and were cuddling on the couch / rolling on the floor again at his house. Nothing special Im in jeans with elastic tops and a button checked shirt. I'm tickling him again and he's giggling and wrestling my hands away when he once again wrestles them behind my back. I say something like “There you o again, you like my hands behind my back.” and good grief next thing I know he's pulled some rope out of somewhere , rolled me over and has my hands tie behind my back. First time in 15 years probably but I'm not scared , I'm actually more excited, so I just start licking him instead and try undoing his shirt buttons with my teeth He wrigles away and say something like “I need to make sure you don't run away.” not that I was thinking of it, and he's tied my ankles together with more rope. I'm barefoot and He's trying to tickle my feet but Im not usually ticklish. I suddenly discover though bound hand and foot I really want to pull away and I'm starting to giggle too. Whether it's the tickling or the situation, I'm not sure. I really shriek though when he sticks his tongue between my toes. I hope they're clean. I had a shower after work but then put heels with no socks, still i've been barefoot an hour so probably not sweaty. He seems to enjoy it, maybe he just likes making me squeal.
OK I'l leave it there. Please tell me what you think.