(M\F) A breakthrough…

[MrFingers]

When I introduced myself to these boards a few days ago, I was one of those unfortunate souls who had a fetish, but one I’d been unable to indulge, either through a crippling fear of asking a partner in case I freak them out or disgust them by revealing that I’d love to tie them up during foreplay, or just by dint of finding myself dating girls who simply weren’t up for it. Well, on Sunday morning, that changed.

I’d previously flirted with the idea of tying my now wife up back when we were first dating, and although she’d seemed enthusiastic on a few occasions in the past, she’d always pulled back at the last second, and I’d let it drop for months, years even, before I’d dare raise the subject again in the hope of a change of heart. None seemed to be forthcoming, and so, I’d resigned myself to a life of watching porn videos of women in bondage, without ever getting to engage in it myself.

Since we’d gotten married we also have a daughter, whose in the toddler phase, so I thought my chances were more remote than ever. Any intimacy between my wife and I had to be snatched while our daughter was either out for a walk with her grandparents, or taking a nap in another part of the house. The parents here will know that the days start early for my wife and I, and by the time we finally get to bed in the evening, we’re both far too tired for anything other than a quick kiss and cuddle, before falling asleep, and beginning the onslaught of answering our daughter when she cries out in the night.

So, Sunday started with the usual routine of waking up around 6.30 and spending the morning caring for our daughter, and by around 11.00 she went down in her pram in the kitchen for a nap. So, seeing my chance, I asked my wife if she’d like to come upstairs, my rather transparent euphemism for asking her for sex, which she eagerly accepted, so I setup the baby monitor to keep an eye on our daughter while my wife went upto the bedroom.

I joined my wife about a minute later, and as I closed the bedroom door I saw she’d already started to undress, and was just unclasping her bra, revealing her delectable 36D’s, and peeling her panties down and stepping out of them as I crossed the room to her. Before our daughter came along I used to enjoy undressing my wife as we kissed, caressing every inch of her as the clothes came off, with my absolute favourite move being to turn her round, bend her over the edge of the bed before pulling her panties down and fingering her from behind, but these days she undresses herself, getting herself naked as quickly as possible in order to get down to business, before our daughter wakes up, which could be at any minute.

So, we’re both lay on the bed, naked, my wife naked and on her back, while I lie half next to her, half on top of her, kissing and running my hands all over her, starting at the back of her thigh, running my hand up over her smooth ass and up her torso, before grasping her right wrist, and pinning it above her head, then reaching across and taking her left, and pinning it next to her right, above her head and as we continue to kiss, I slip my hand back down the length of her body to between her thighs, where I tease her clit and finger her to orgasm, her hands remaining where they are above her head as she climaxed, once from me stroking her clit with my palm, the other from my finger being inside her while I used my thumb to stroke her clit, rubbing it in a circular motion. She loves that, and I love doing it.

My next move would usually be to go down on her, at which point she’d bring her hands down, allowing me to hold them down at her side while I pleasured her, but inevitably I’d end up letting her go, as I’d want to free up one of my hands so that I could also finger her while I continued to use my tongue on her clit to give her another orgasm, so she’d no longer be restrained.

Now, I’d been toying with the idea of asking her if I could tie her up before I went down on her for a long time, but again, had bitten my tongue for fear of rejection, somehow, and before I realised I was doing it, I just asked her if I could tie her up. I didn’t hint at it or skirt around the issue of asking the direct question as I always had before, I just asked, “Babe, I’d love it if you’d let me tie you up like that while I go down on you.”

She was a bit perplexed at first, and I had to explain what I meant, that I wanted to tie her hands above her head, as they were now, and that I wanted to give her oral while she was my restrained and helpless plaything. I think even cited the line about ‘all those cartoons with Penelope Pitstop and April O’Neil as a kid warping my mind’ that I used in my introductory post, which seemed to make her chuckle and broke the little bit of tension I was detecting, and much to my surprise, delight and initial disbelief, she agreed.

A few days before I’d spotted the cord on a light, thin cotton dressing gown of her’s that’s been hanging on the back of our bedroom door for a while, and thought to myself that that’d be good to tie her up with, and I suppose it was seeing that that once again started the thought process toward seeing if I could try introducing tie up play to our sex life, and seeing as my wife had just agreed to being tied up, I sprang up from the bed, pulled it from it’s belt loops and darted back to the bed, where my wife was offering me her hands.

She was holding her hands out in front of her, her fists closed with the heels of her palms pressed together, so I folded the dressing gown cord in half, making a loop through the bight and slipped it over her hands and around her wrists, pulling the ends to make it taught. I then wrapped the tails of the cord around her wrists twice, and used the bight that I’d formed at the start of the tie to form a cinch, tying it off with about an inch to spare. I was rather impressed that one, the cord was actually long enough, by pure chance, and that despite the fact that I was adrenaline was absolutely coursing through my veins, making me struggle to keep my hands from shaking, I’d tied a rather neat and secure rope cinch type knot, without making it too tight.

For a few moments I just drank in the sight of my wife, squirming slightly in her bondage and testing the knot I’d tied her wrists with as she lay with her hands tied back above her head, then I kissed her deeply on the mouth, which she returned eagerly before I started kissing my way down her body, cupping her breasts with my hands and lightly pinching her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, feeling them harden. I kissed my way down her neck and across her collar bones, enjoying the soft little moans she made as I went, then I teased one of her nipples with my tongue, before carrying on my way down to between her thighs, where I gave her 2 really intense orgasms with oral. Every now and then I’d strain my neck to look up at her, and the sight of her, writhing in her bondage was absolutely electrifying.

After she came for the second time she told me that she needed me inside her, and as I untied her I asked if she’d enjoyed being bound, which she did, saying she’d love to do it again in the future, and that she’d be happy to explore this with me. And then she climbed on top of me and rode me like an absolute champ, seeming to reach climax quicker than usual, and with a greater intensity than I’ve ever felt.

I can’t wait for my next chance to indulge in this with her, and I keep replaying what we did over and over in my head, it feels as though an itch I haven’t been able to scratch all these years has been scratched, and now I have a taste for more. Hopefully I can introduce a gag or a blindfold to our sessions (or perhaps both) in the future, but I’m keen to avoid pushing her too far, too fast. Perhaps next time I might suggest we try tying her hands behind her back. The thought of her face down, ass up on the bed with her hands tied behind her back as I peel her panties down is making me salivate right now, let’s just hope it has the same effect on her.

Thanks for reading, and I hope my story brought you a fraction of the enjoyment that I felt making it.

[WillHBonney]

Thanks for sharing this story! I’m glad you’ve been able to indulge in your fetish and that your wife enjoyed it too. Everyone starts somewhere so it’s always fun to read someone else’s ‘origin’ story

It’s funny how you talk about spotting the dressing gown cord a few days prior. One of the first times my partner agreed to tie me up, I ran round my old bedroom and grabbed a bunch of stuff (dressing gown cord, scarves, football socks, a woolly hat etc).
I remember the impressed look in my partner’s face as she said “you’ve clearly been planning this”.
I honestly hadn’t planned it, just so happened I was aware these items were in my bedroom and would double up as bondage tools.
It’s funny how a bondage-orientated mind will see a plain old household item and see it’s potential as a bondage tool. It kinda reminds me of the master builders in the LEGO movie

Also: I guess we now know where your username comes from!

[wannabetiedup]

I agree with Will here, I love the origin stories as we've all been there. The reluctance, the fear of rejection or being deemed weird. It rang a lot of bells with me. I hope it's the start of something great for you. Not easy with a child in the house, but when they grow a bit older I'd recommend some weekend clubs where they are out of the house for a few hours so you get some time back together to explore more.

[Flyingvulture]

Congratulations man!
Welcome to this magnificent world, hope that your experiences only get better from here!

[Dpsiic]

Great story mate, takes me back to how my wife and I started playing