Chained to Overhead Basement Ceiling Beam (M/F, F/M)
Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2021 3:52 pm
This on and off bondage saga has been ongoing for probably 20 years. I met Tasha back in college, we hooked up a few times and had some bondage fun, but things REALLY got kinky when we reconnected about 10 years later. During that time, she had got married and was now recently divorced.
Tasha had found me on Facebook, and reached out to me. We were living a few hours apart now, so we kept close tabs on when either of us would be close so we could get together. She ended up being by me more often (I lived in a bigger metro area), so we had hooked up for some bondage fun at my place a few times. I had also driven down to her house for a few adventures as well (maybe those will make it on here one day).
It was on one of the trips to her place that I got to see her unfinished basement (framed in stud walls, exposed ceiling beams, etc.).
Looking at a few of the big structural support beams that spanned across the unfinished living room, I pointed out the fun we could have with those. Tasha was game for the idea and I told her I would 'pack accordingly' on my next trip down to see her.
The next few times we had sone bondage fun was up at my place, but the idea of doing something kinky with the ceiling beam in her basement remained a priority for my next trip to her place.
Finally, we were able to plan a day with me driving the three hours down to see her. All packed and ready for what would undoubtedly be a very kinky day, I hit the road early.
As she loved to do, Tasha kept me “entertained” on the drive by sending pics.
Her first pic was of the overhead basement ceiling beam with the message, “I can’t wait!”
She had also sent one of a wood TV tray in the middle of the room below the beam with a pair of handcuffs, a sleep mask, her red ball gag and pair of black thigh high stockings sitting on it, “All ready to go here!”
It was a little while later, Tasha sent a pic of her legs in the bathtub, “Nice and smooth for our fun… ALL over.”
Whenever we would get together, Tasha liked to start our fun by surprising me with whatever she was wearing for me. She knew what turned me on and used it to her advantage! At times she would answer the door wearing something sexy. Other times, she would invite me in, blindfold me and do a quick tying job on me and leave me to try and get loose while she went to quickly change and return to reveal her outfit for me.
Tasha’s next picture was of her dresser drawer containing her assorted hosiery collection. “See anything you like?” she asked.
Before I could reply, another pic arrived… Tasha’s sexy legs in a pair of sheer black pantyhose outstretched on the bed.
Then came another with her wearing black fishnets, then a pair of tan pantyhose. “Not sure which will go best with my outfit??”
“Which outfit?” I asked, knowing there was no way she would tell me. She loved teasing me and making me wait to find out to tell me now.
“You’ll see.” was her reply.
Next came a photo of her ankles tied side-by-side in the tan pantyhose with one of our many braided white nylon 1/4 inch ropes wrapped snugly around them and cinched / knotted between them, “I’m excited to play! Hurry up and get here.”
She then sent a few short videos of her feet squirming in the ropes. She knew how to get me all worked up by time I got there!
We had decided that I should let myself in, set up the chain over the beam in the basement, and then I was suppose to cuff and blindfold myself so she could reveal her outfit.
I figured that was more than fair, considering that on my last trip to see her, Tasha was standing right in front of me when I opened the door in only a white lace bra and pair of matching panties with sheer white lace top thigh high stockings. Her back was against the posts from the railing leading upstairs. Tasha’s wrists were handcuffed behind her back around one of the heavy wood posts supporting the railing. Her red ball gag was buckled tightly in place and her ankles were crossed and tied with a piece of red nylon rope, the ends of it tied around the base of the post. Now that was a surprise!!
When I arrived, Tasha text me, “Go get set up, I’m all ready!”
I headed inside, bringing the (heavy) backpack of toys with me.
It didn’t take long to stand on a chair to loop the chain over and around the heavy ceiling beam, then lock it in place around it with a heavy padlock. The stainless steel chain now hanging all the way to the floor with a few feet to spare.
I placed a few of the padlocks on the TV tray that Tasha had set up and picked up the pair of handcuffs. I decided to lock my hands in front of me, set the double locks, then put on the sleep mask and used the black thigh high stockings to tie over the sleep mask, holding it in place. I felt around on the TV tray and found one of the padlocks, looped it through the chain of the cuffs, then extended my arms above my head, locking the padlock through a link of the chain. My hands were now STUCK!
I gave a yell, telling Tasha I was ready. It was only a few seconds later that I heard her coming down the wood stairs to the basement, what I presumed to be her heels making a distinctive sound on each step.
The sound of her heels clicking on the concrete floor came closer as Tasha walked completely around me twice, stopping behind me. Not saying a word, I felt her wrap the end of the chain in a loop around each of my ankles, then thread a padlock through the chains, and secure the loops around my ankles, leaving me only a few inches between my feet.
Walking around in front of me, she untied the thigh highs covering the sleep mask, “Close your eyes.” She instructed. I complied with her request as she removed the sleep mask.
Unzipping my pants, she reached in and pulled my cock out, “I want to watch you get hard.” she told me, her hands rubbing along my shaft. After a minute, she stopped, took a few steps back, “You can open your eyes now…”.
More to follow….
Tasha had found me on Facebook, and reached out to me. We were living a few hours apart now, so we kept close tabs on when either of us would be close so we could get together. She ended up being by me more often (I lived in a bigger metro area), so we had hooked up for some bondage fun at my place a few times. I had also driven down to her house for a few adventures as well (maybe those will make it on here one day).
It was on one of the trips to her place that I got to see her unfinished basement (framed in stud walls, exposed ceiling beams, etc.).
Looking at a few of the big structural support beams that spanned across the unfinished living room, I pointed out the fun we could have with those. Tasha was game for the idea and I told her I would 'pack accordingly' on my next trip down to see her.
The next few times we had sone bondage fun was up at my place, but the idea of doing something kinky with the ceiling beam in her basement remained a priority for my next trip to her place.
Finally, we were able to plan a day with me driving the three hours down to see her. All packed and ready for what would undoubtedly be a very kinky day, I hit the road early.
As she loved to do, Tasha kept me “entertained” on the drive by sending pics.
Her first pic was of the overhead basement ceiling beam with the message, “I can’t wait!”
She had also sent one of a wood TV tray in the middle of the room below the beam with a pair of handcuffs, a sleep mask, her red ball gag and pair of black thigh high stockings sitting on it, “All ready to go here!”
It was a little while later, Tasha sent a pic of her legs in the bathtub, “Nice and smooth for our fun… ALL over.”
Whenever we would get together, Tasha liked to start our fun by surprising me with whatever she was wearing for me. She knew what turned me on and used it to her advantage! At times she would answer the door wearing something sexy. Other times, she would invite me in, blindfold me and do a quick tying job on me and leave me to try and get loose while she went to quickly change and return to reveal her outfit for me.
Tasha’s next picture was of her dresser drawer containing her assorted hosiery collection. “See anything you like?” she asked.
Before I could reply, another pic arrived… Tasha’s sexy legs in a pair of sheer black pantyhose outstretched on the bed.
Then came another with her wearing black fishnets, then a pair of tan pantyhose. “Not sure which will go best with my outfit??”
“Which outfit?” I asked, knowing there was no way she would tell me. She loved teasing me and making me wait to find out to tell me now.
“You’ll see.” was her reply.
Next came a photo of her ankles tied side-by-side in the tan pantyhose with one of our many braided white nylon 1/4 inch ropes wrapped snugly around them and cinched / knotted between them, “I’m excited to play! Hurry up and get here.”
She then sent a few short videos of her feet squirming in the ropes. She knew how to get me all worked up by time I got there!
We had decided that I should let myself in, set up the chain over the beam in the basement, and then I was suppose to cuff and blindfold myself so she could reveal her outfit.
I figured that was more than fair, considering that on my last trip to see her, Tasha was standing right in front of me when I opened the door in only a white lace bra and pair of matching panties with sheer white lace top thigh high stockings. Her back was against the posts from the railing leading upstairs. Tasha’s wrists were handcuffed behind her back around one of the heavy wood posts supporting the railing. Her red ball gag was buckled tightly in place and her ankles were crossed and tied with a piece of red nylon rope, the ends of it tied around the base of the post. Now that was a surprise!!
When I arrived, Tasha text me, “Go get set up, I’m all ready!”
I headed inside, bringing the (heavy) backpack of toys with me.
It didn’t take long to stand on a chair to loop the chain over and around the heavy ceiling beam, then lock it in place around it with a heavy padlock. The stainless steel chain now hanging all the way to the floor with a few feet to spare.
I placed a few of the padlocks on the TV tray that Tasha had set up and picked up the pair of handcuffs. I decided to lock my hands in front of me, set the double locks, then put on the sleep mask and used the black thigh high stockings to tie over the sleep mask, holding it in place. I felt around on the TV tray and found one of the padlocks, looped it through the chain of the cuffs, then extended my arms above my head, locking the padlock through a link of the chain. My hands were now STUCK!
I gave a yell, telling Tasha I was ready. It was only a few seconds later that I heard her coming down the wood stairs to the basement, what I presumed to be her heels making a distinctive sound on each step.
The sound of her heels clicking on the concrete floor came closer as Tasha walked completely around me twice, stopping behind me. Not saying a word, I felt her wrap the end of the chain in a loop around each of my ankles, then thread a padlock through the chains, and secure the loops around my ankles, leaving me only a few inches between my feet.
Walking around in front of me, she untied the thigh highs covering the sleep mask, “Close your eyes.” She instructed. I complied with her request as she removed the sleep mask.
Unzipping my pants, she reached in and pulled my cock out, “I want to watch you get hard.” she told me, her hands rubbing along my shaft. After a minute, she stopped, took a few steps back, “You can open your eyes now…”.
More to follow….