Alone waiting bound and blindfolded for my captors FF/M
Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2023 5:03 pm
With Claire living with us while she looked for a job in the area, the three of us had a long discussion about what could go right and what could go wrong with adding her as an intimate partner into the mix. The challenge was making sure my wife and I maintained a strong relationship, I had the necessary time for my job and other responsibilities and that, no matter the success or failure of the venture, Claire would remain our friend (she had been my wife’s best friend since they were in university together). It sounds funny to have to discuss such things but, typically threesome relationships start out well but end badly, usually with someone getting hurt. We wanted to avoid that at all costs.
One aspect we agreed would help is my wife overseeing all intimate games/activities, with Claire and me doing as we’re told. This also seems funny to write. In an old-fashioned way, I’m generally the bread winner/decision maker concerning everything else (household finances, daily activities, etc.) but my wife loves to take charge in the bedroom and I’m happy to accommodate. It’s an arrangement that’s worked well for us over the years. The decision we agreed on was that Claire would occupy the spare bedroom, which also had a nice seating area and desk (giving her necessary privacy and personal space) except for Friday night into Saturday morning. That would be our weekly time to all play together. In theory, not only would that give my wife and I much needed time together, but it would give us all something to look forward to after the work week. That doesn’t mean that we wouldn’t hang out together during the week, just that we would only all share intimacy once a week.
The first Friday night after the agreement, the three of us went out for dinner at a favorite local restaurant. We lingered over drinks afterwards, listening to a local performer playing guitar and singing. Returning home, we relaxed together on the couch in the living room sharing a bottle of wine. To set the mood, I went to put on one of my favorite records. I heard my wife laugh softly and turned around. She pointed at Claire, who had fallen fast asleep. I left the record un-played, and my wife and I put away the wine bottle and glasses.
My wife leaned over Claire and started gently stroking her hair. She came awake, blinked, and said “I’m so sorry! I suddenly got really sleepy – and it’s our night together!” My wife assured her it was ok, suggesting that we go to bed early and plan on being well rested for playtime in the morning. I was also tired from a long work week and, surprisingly, quickly fell asleep nestled under the covers between my wife and Claire.
I woke to rare winter sunlight flooding the room. Claire was sleeping peacefully beside me, but my wife was in the ensuite bathroom. Having to use the bathroom myself, I exited the warm king-sized bed and went to use the bathroom in the hallway. Talking my time, wanting to be my best for whatever morning games awaited me, I relieved myself, brushed my teeth, shaved, took a quick shower, and put on some cologne. Entering the bedroom freshly washed, naked, I was surprised to find both women getting dressed (pulling on jeans and sweaters and placing brightly colored stocking caps over their bed-mussed hair).
“I hope you don’t mind” my wife said “if we go to the coffee shop for breakfast. We want to put our heads together and devise an evil plan for what we’re going to do to you this morning.” She continued: “If we promise to bring something back for you, would you like to wait tied to the bed? We should be back in an hour.” “Yes please!” I replied.
As an aside, I know some of you will say that’s it’s dangerous to leave someone alone tied up. I agree. Something could happen. The house could catch on fire, a burglar could break in and find me in a helpless situation, I could have an unexpected heart attack while bound and not be able to call for help, and so on. We still do it quite often, because I love being forced to wait alone all tied up (anticipation and frustration building) for my captor to return. The sense of danger and excitement that scenario brings pushes all my buttons. Realizing that there’s no way to totally guarantee personal safety (for life in general, not just tie-up games) we take measures to mitigate risks and determine to enjoy life.
The two girls went to work affixing leather restraints to my wrists and ankles (making sure they were snug and inescapable, but comfortable) clicking small gold padlocks on each buckle to lock them in place. Once this was done, they asked me to lay on my back in the center of the bed. While my wife attached doubled-up rope to the restraints on my wrists, securing my hands together above my head to the headboard, making sure the final knots were well out of reach, Claire attached my feet together similarly to the footboard. I lay there strapped to the bed naked, my cock fully erect. As a finishing touch, my wife placed a padded leather blindfold over my eyes. Fluffing up the pillow under my head, they each kissed me. Claire giggled and said “Don’t go anywhere! We’ll be back soon.” Going downstairs, they put on winter boots and jackets. Locking the door behind them, they started the short walk to the local coffee shop leaving me securely bound and blindfolded in the upstairs master bedroom awaiting their return.
Left alone, I struggled selectively for a while to test the responsiveness of my cock. To do this I would attempt to lay perfectly still and fully relax my body until my erection started to subside. When it was half erect or less, I would struggle like crazy, hands pulling and twisting against my wrist restraints. I would also strain against my ankle restraints, wiggling my toes and rubbing my bare feet together. The insides of my thighs would also rub as I wiggled helplessly. This would cause my cock to immediately jump back up to full attention.
I also liked to try to experience sensations around me. Being blindfolded helped this. When I would lay still, I would make a point of finding things to focus on – the smooth cotton bed sheet beneath me, a faint warm breeze on the soles of my bare feet when the heater would come on (there was a floor vent near the foot of the bed), the feeling of the snug leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles, the jingling of the padlocks, etc.
I have no idea how much time passed before I dozed off. Had it been fifteen minutes or fifty? Time had suspended itself in a perfect moment. I woke to the sound of the front door opening. For a moment, I was totally disoriented, awakening blindfolded and unable to move. With a rush of adrenaline, it all came back to me. I had been bound and blindfolded, forced to wait for my two beautiful female captors, who had just returned to have their way with me!
“Haven’t been able to escape I see!” my wife mocked, entering the room. I shook my head in acknowledgement. I felt her lean toward me, the weight of her knee on the bed beside me. She whispered in my ear “everything ok?” “Yes!” I said, “everything’s great!” “Are you ok staying like this for a while?” she asked. “As long as you want!” I replied. As far as I was concerned, the longer the better.
After slowly feeding me a breakfast of iced coffee (they thought that would be safer under the circumstances than hot coffee) and blueberry scones, the girls made a big show of checking their rope work, tugging on the knots to make sure I wasn’t going anywhere. Satisfied that I was properly secured, my wife said. “We have plans for you! I hope you didn’t have anywhere you needed to be this morning, because we’re not releasing you anytime soon! You’re all ours to do with as we please and there’s no escaping our evil clutches!” I started to reply only to feel a hand firmly clamped over my mouth. I made appropriate frustrated gagged noises in response. The hand was removed and immediately replaced by a thick scarf gag, pulled between my lips, and securely knotted behind my neck. “We need to change and get some things ready for your predicament” my wife said, “but don’t worry, this time we’ll be right back!”
All cares slipped away. In my perfect helpless state, I quickly forgot about my stressful job, needed home repairs, upcoming business trips and other obligations. Moaning softly and contentedly into my gag, I immersed completely into the role of captured plaything, fully prepared mentally and physically for whatever my two beautiful, amazing captors had in store for me over the next couple of hours.
I'm not sure if it's best to leave it at that so you can use you imagination, or finish the story in part 2. Let me know in the comments...
One aspect we agreed would help is my wife overseeing all intimate games/activities, with Claire and me doing as we’re told. This also seems funny to write. In an old-fashioned way, I’m generally the bread winner/decision maker concerning everything else (household finances, daily activities, etc.) but my wife loves to take charge in the bedroom and I’m happy to accommodate. It’s an arrangement that’s worked well for us over the years. The decision we agreed on was that Claire would occupy the spare bedroom, which also had a nice seating area and desk (giving her necessary privacy and personal space) except for Friday night into Saturday morning. That would be our weekly time to all play together. In theory, not only would that give my wife and I much needed time together, but it would give us all something to look forward to after the work week. That doesn’t mean that we wouldn’t hang out together during the week, just that we would only all share intimacy once a week.
The first Friday night after the agreement, the three of us went out for dinner at a favorite local restaurant. We lingered over drinks afterwards, listening to a local performer playing guitar and singing. Returning home, we relaxed together on the couch in the living room sharing a bottle of wine. To set the mood, I went to put on one of my favorite records. I heard my wife laugh softly and turned around. She pointed at Claire, who had fallen fast asleep. I left the record un-played, and my wife and I put away the wine bottle and glasses.
My wife leaned over Claire and started gently stroking her hair. She came awake, blinked, and said “I’m so sorry! I suddenly got really sleepy – and it’s our night together!” My wife assured her it was ok, suggesting that we go to bed early and plan on being well rested for playtime in the morning. I was also tired from a long work week and, surprisingly, quickly fell asleep nestled under the covers between my wife and Claire.
I woke to rare winter sunlight flooding the room. Claire was sleeping peacefully beside me, but my wife was in the ensuite bathroom. Having to use the bathroom myself, I exited the warm king-sized bed and went to use the bathroom in the hallway. Talking my time, wanting to be my best for whatever morning games awaited me, I relieved myself, brushed my teeth, shaved, took a quick shower, and put on some cologne. Entering the bedroom freshly washed, naked, I was surprised to find both women getting dressed (pulling on jeans and sweaters and placing brightly colored stocking caps over their bed-mussed hair).
“I hope you don’t mind” my wife said “if we go to the coffee shop for breakfast. We want to put our heads together and devise an evil plan for what we’re going to do to you this morning.” She continued: “If we promise to bring something back for you, would you like to wait tied to the bed? We should be back in an hour.” “Yes please!” I replied.
As an aside, I know some of you will say that’s it’s dangerous to leave someone alone tied up. I agree. Something could happen. The house could catch on fire, a burglar could break in and find me in a helpless situation, I could have an unexpected heart attack while bound and not be able to call for help, and so on. We still do it quite often, because I love being forced to wait alone all tied up (anticipation and frustration building) for my captor to return. The sense of danger and excitement that scenario brings pushes all my buttons. Realizing that there’s no way to totally guarantee personal safety (for life in general, not just tie-up games) we take measures to mitigate risks and determine to enjoy life.
The two girls went to work affixing leather restraints to my wrists and ankles (making sure they were snug and inescapable, but comfortable) clicking small gold padlocks on each buckle to lock them in place. Once this was done, they asked me to lay on my back in the center of the bed. While my wife attached doubled-up rope to the restraints on my wrists, securing my hands together above my head to the headboard, making sure the final knots were well out of reach, Claire attached my feet together similarly to the footboard. I lay there strapped to the bed naked, my cock fully erect. As a finishing touch, my wife placed a padded leather blindfold over my eyes. Fluffing up the pillow under my head, they each kissed me. Claire giggled and said “Don’t go anywhere! We’ll be back soon.” Going downstairs, they put on winter boots and jackets. Locking the door behind them, they started the short walk to the local coffee shop leaving me securely bound and blindfolded in the upstairs master bedroom awaiting their return.
Left alone, I struggled selectively for a while to test the responsiveness of my cock. To do this I would attempt to lay perfectly still and fully relax my body until my erection started to subside. When it was half erect or less, I would struggle like crazy, hands pulling and twisting against my wrist restraints. I would also strain against my ankle restraints, wiggling my toes and rubbing my bare feet together. The insides of my thighs would also rub as I wiggled helplessly. This would cause my cock to immediately jump back up to full attention.
I also liked to try to experience sensations around me. Being blindfolded helped this. When I would lay still, I would make a point of finding things to focus on – the smooth cotton bed sheet beneath me, a faint warm breeze on the soles of my bare feet when the heater would come on (there was a floor vent near the foot of the bed), the feeling of the snug leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles, the jingling of the padlocks, etc.
I have no idea how much time passed before I dozed off. Had it been fifteen minutes or fifty? Time had suspended itself in a perfect moment. I woke to the sound of the front door opening. For a moment, I was totally disoriented, awakening blindfolded and unable to move. With a rush of adrenaline, it all came back to me. I had been bound and blindfolded, forced to wait for my two beautiful female captors, who had just returned to have their way with me!
“Haven’t been able to escape I see!” my wife mocked, entering the room. I shook my head in acknowledgement. I felt her lean toward me, the weight of her knee on the bed beside me. She whispered in my ear “everything ok?” “Yes!” I said, “everything’s great!” “Are you ok staying like this for a while?” she asked. “As long as you want!” I replied. As far as I was concerned, the longer the better.
After slowly feeding me a breakfast of iced coffee (they thought that would be safer under the circumstances than hot coffee) and blueberry scones, the girls made a big show of checking their rope work, tugging on the knots to make sure I wasn’t going anywhere. Satisfied that I was properly secured, my wife said. “We have plans for you! I hope you didn’t have anywhere you needed to be this morning, because we’re not releasing you anytime soon! You’re all ours to do with as we please and there’s no escaping our evil clutches!” I started to reply only to feel a hand firmly clamped over my mouth. I made appropriate frustrated gagged noises in response. The hand was removed and immediately replaced by a thick scarf gag, pulled between my lips, and securely knotted behind my neck. “We need to change and get some things ready for your predicament” my wife said, “but don’t worry, this time we’ll be right back!”
All cares slipped away. In my perfect helpless state, I quickly forgot about my stressful job, needed home repairs, upcoming business trips and other obligations. Moaning softly and contentedly into my gag, I immersed completely into the role of captured plaything, fully prepared mentally and physically for whatever my two beautiful, amazing captors had in store for me over the next couple of hours.
I'm not sure if it's best to leave it at that so you can use you imagination, or finish the story in part 2. Let me know in the comments...