Leather & Lace, Co.
Chapter 13 - Willing Student
By the White Knight
I woke up in the morning still a little stiff from my previous bondage
encounters. Quickly, I began a stretching aerobics workout that helped loosen
the kinks. It was during the shower, as I was fantasying about Greg, that I
realized that last night was the first night in weeks that I hand gone to sleep
unbound! I laughed and said out loud to myself, "Not too many more nights that
that will be the case girl friend".
After receiving a host of accolades for my performance (in more ways than one)
of the last week, work settled down to a more normal pattern. I can never say
that it was dull though, especially when I was asked to handle customer calls.
The truth be told, that part of my job became one of my favorite pass times.
Now with a little more experience under my belt, I felt a lot more confident
when giving advice.
I sought out Lucinda that morning and barely blushed when I asked her where I
might get some erotic pictures developed. I ended up having to give her a
complete run down of the previous days events, and I mean complete, before she
gave me a name. Once I received it I could have kicked myself because it was
the same photographers that L&L used for their photo shoots! I dropped off the
film at lunch and they promised to have it developed in 24 hours, including a
set of digitally mastered pictures put on a CD for free.
The next day I retrieved my photos and that night I began putting together Greg
and my adventures in a leather-covered album.
On Wednesday, Amy my predecessor called and asked to speak to Mr. Thatcher.
Shortly after he burst from his office and shouted out that Amy had a baby boy!
Everyone gathered around and we were regaled with all of the specifics. Towards
the end of the gathering the three partners put their heads together while Mr.
Thatcher spoke to them privately. With nods of the heads they broke up and
everyone returned to their respective offices.
Greg had been calling me nightly. Telling me about closing his apartment and
how he had gracefully worked out leaving his present job. If all went well, he
expected to be on the Red Eye Sunday evening arriving early Monday morning. I
couldn't wait!
His nightly calls were also a source of long distance intimacy for the two of
us. I had never experienced phone sex before, but Greg really made it exciting.
After our first phone encounter I found myself more and more anxiously awaiting
his phone call. I would sit on my bed naked except for my white terry robe and
isotoner slippers, flipping tentatively through a magazine.
Greg's first question was always 'what are you wearing tonight' and my throaty
reply was 'what would you like me to be wearing tonight'. He would then pick
out one of the outfits that we had purchased on our trip to the L&L store. But
he wouldn't simply say now put it on, oh no, he would have me slowly and
sensuously walk him through every step of applying the sexy piece of lingerie to
my body.
"I'd like you to wear your black and gold chemise tonight" he would tell me.
You would think that this would be the easiest thing in the world. It's a
one-piece slip for heavens sake! But after our first call, I knew to ask "and
what do you want me to do first my Lord".
"First I would like you to strip totally naked, and describe exactly what you
are doing in detail."
"I'm now standing next to my bed and taking off my white terry robe and placing
it on the vanity chair. I've slid off my white slippers and put them on the
chair with my robe. I'm just a touch cold and I think I can feel a light draft
across my nipples. I am naked as you requested my Lord, with the exception of a
black satin head band which is holding back my hair."
"Good, now take out your black LeMarque set."
This was one of the garter belt, stocking and panties sets that we had
purchased. "The set is now lying on the bed."
"Excellent, now put the chemise alongside them."
"Yes, my Lord. I placed the chemise on the bed."
"Now, put your gold leather slippers with the gown and the set."
"My Lord, I don't own gold leather slippers", I informed him softly. "I do have
the gold mules with the marabou feathers, would that be all right?"
"No, the mules will not do. I take it that you don't have gold isotoners
either."
"That is correct my Lord."
"OK I'll settle for your black leather slippers, this time. In the future
however, you will make sure that you have these types of slippers that you love
so much in a wider array of colors. If you can't find them in the proper
colors, buy them in white and have them dyed." In a softer voice he continued,
"Those narrow seven and a half b's of yours look so sexy in those tight little
slippers. Damn girl you've got me hooked on them now, so you have to make sure
that you can deliver them, otherwise I'm like an artist without the right color
paints. OK?"
"Oh, yes my Lord. I understand and I'll see to it tomorrow!"
"Fine, continue."
"Yes, my Lord. I'm now clipping on the black lace garter and centering the
little black bow directly above my sex. Oh, the stockings are the beautiful
European type that are reinforced from toes to sole and up the heel. Boy, it
feels nice as I'm sliding into the silky material. They have seams in the back
that I am now making sure are straight. I have to adjust the garter belts
because the lacy stocking tops ride very high up my thigh."
This would go on with me describing, putting on the French cut underwear. These
would go on over the garters of course and not under them. Next I would slide
into the chemise and tell him how the lace tickles my nipples and finally,
slipping into the black leather slippers. Then he would have me bind myself in
some simple way, before we would get down to the really good stuff. On that day
he had me sit in the middle of the bed and use my nylon cuffs to bind my ankles
and wrists together in front of me. Fortunately, I could still use my bound
hands to hold the phone.
It was at this point once he had me all decked out and tied up that he and I
would start playing phone sex games. Once had me describe giving him fellatio
on the way to the restaurant last week, while he reciprocated by describing
tying me up at the hotel. Another night he ordered me through each step of my
self-bondage routine. It was so much more fun though imaging that the vibrator
in my hot cunny was actually his member. I fell asleep with his voice quietly
talking to me over the phone as I lay, bound and gagged spread eagle to upon my
bed.
On Friday morning the partner's called me into the conference room for a
meeting. "As you know Sharon, Amy, has had her child", Mr. Thatcher began. I
nodded yes. "What you don't know is that she has decided not to return to work.
We've all talked it over and we would like to offer you a position." I started
to say yes immediately, until he held up his hand in the stop position. "Now,
before you make your decision, I want you to understand all of the facts. We
are offering you the position of "Office Manager". That is to say in addition
to your secretarial role you will also be tasked with other assignments, such as
handling trips like this last one, helping out the copy writers with
instructions as it is needed, managing the inventory in the employee product
room and of course managing the customer calls that need help or advice. For
this we are willing to pay you $60,000 per year. Further, we would also like
you to consider some modeling assignments in the future. These are not mandatory
and you would be paid per shoot just like any of our other models."
At first I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had to fight not to let my
jaw drop open in wonderment.
"How does this offer strike you, my dear?", Lucinda asked.
I coughed a little and answered, "Very well, thank you." Shyly I told them
truthfully, "You know I would almost work here for free, if it wasn't for paying
my bills."
"Non-sense, Sharon", Mr. Harrison added. "You're worth every penny. In all of
my years I've never seen anyone take to the business as you have." Mr. Thatcher
gave a small cough, making Harry laugh. "Alright, with the exception of your
wife Michael, but she was never really a full time employee!"
"Just to assuage my curiosity how much does a photo shoot pay", I asked as
calmly as possible. I didn't know exactly how yet, but I still wanted to
experience the on camera excitement that Ann had told me about.
"Generally, between three and five thousand", Mr. Harrison answered briskly. It
depends if it is a simple one day shoot or if it takes two or three days." Five
grand for three days work! I giggled at what my parents would say when they
found out that I was earning sixty plus thousand a year and it was especially
funny to think about telling them how I was earning it!
After I had agreed the discussion dissolved into numerous animated conversations
and more laughter. The party atmosphere was continued on through an expensive
lunch and I spent the rest of the afternoon in a total euphoria.
Towards the end of the day I gathered together my courage and headed for the
product room. I moved quickly to the videotape section and picked up "Bondage
101". All week I had been thinking about how little I knew about bondage and
how much I really wanted Greg to be happy with me. I thought that watching this
video would give me a better understanding as to how I was expected to act and
what I may be expected to do. Sliding the tape into a brown paper bag, I
couldn't help but notice some of the other tapes. As I was reading the captions
on the back of the next two tapes in the series I heard someone coming. Still
self-conscious about letting my interest in bondage "out of the closet", I
quickly decided to add the films to my bag and make a hasty retreat.
That evening, after my normal evening workout, I treated myself to a long
relaxing bubble bath. Greg had told me he wouldn't be able to call to night, so
I picked out a baby blue peignoir and my white ballet style slippers. The gown
had white ribbon and lace worked in as trim, so the slippers amply complimented
the set. Besides, no one would be seeing me tonight and I just wanted to enjoy
myself.
Sitting on the couch in the living room, I folded my feet under my rear and
turned on the VCR. Bondage 101, proved to be very much what it billed itself
as, a tutorial bondage film. It started with both Ann and Mike, dressed in a
gown and suit respectively, discussing the importance of trusting your partner.
They explained what it meant to be the "top" or dominant partner in a
relationship or the "bottom" submissive part of the team. Ann expounded upon
this point, by adding that while the bottom must be submissive, this did not
mean that this person did not have any control over the situation. "The bottom
is always given an 'out', generally this is in the form of a 'safe' word. This
word or phrase such as "Mercy master" would lead to whatever was currently
happening to be stopped immediately. If the bottom is gagged she, or he, will
generally be given something to hold onto, such as a ball. Dropping the ball
would have the same effect as using the 'safe' word.
Michael took over the discussion by saying "And why you may ask do we need a
'safe-word'? Well, generally speaking, bondage isn't the be-all and end-all of
your relationship. Most people like to bring role-playing into their bondage
encounters. Common themes are kidnappings, naughty maid, punishing your mean
boss or tying up your sexy secretary. Of course the most common theme of them
all is that of master and slave. Mr. Thatcher reached out his hand, which Mrs.
Thatcher willing grasped. "Darling I believe with that introduction that it is
time to adjourn to the bedroom."
The couple walked out the living room hand in hand, Ann wearing the floor length
gold gown, with Michael clad in a fashionable gray serge suit. As they walked
through the door of the bedroom their clothing changed as if by magic. Mr.
Thatcher's gray suit changed to a dark blazer and slacks outfit with a white
turtleneck sweater, while Mrs. Thatcher's gown turned into a black leather
corset, sheer black stockings and six-inch patent leather spike heels. Further
her golden elbow length gloves melded into black kidskin and her pearl choker
became a leather collar complete with chrome studs and D rings. Someone had done
some very fancy editing is all I can say.
At this point Mr. Thatcher put in a plug for the company products. "Everyone
may have their own version of this master and slave role-playing theme. Some
may even like to have their slave completely naked, personally however I prefer
to have my lovely slave clothed. Ann is wearing one of our custom made corsets
and I have always enjoyed these items as they add their own particular flavor of
bondage." With a motion of his hand he had Ann turn so that her back faced the
audience. Then the camera zoomed in on the laces, which he tested with his
fingers to show their tautness. Theatrically he produced a measuring tape from
his pocket and passed it around his wife's waist. The camera zoomed in on the
tape to show the mark at just under 19 inches. "Darling what is your normal
waist size?" Mr. Thatcher asked. "Oh, about 23 inches master." Ann turned and
the camera zoomed in on her hourglass waist once more. "I think that I have
made my point, don't you?" Mr. Thatcher asked the imaginary audience.
Mr. Thatcher again threw out another sales pitch by expounding how the use of
lingerie in a bondage scenario can make it much sweeter. "For example, I
particularly like to use rope in our bondage play. And personally I prefer
seeing the contrasting colors of the white rope on black or red stockings versus
against naked flesh. Also, it may please me to have my lovely slave dressed in
differing colored lingerie and for that I may use different colored rope. We
carry a large assortment of braided nylon rope in red, gold, black, blue and
green as well as an extensive array of lingerie."
"For all of you women out there", Ann chimed into the conversation. "Who are
watching this video because your partner wants to introduce you into bondage,
there are a few things you should understand."
"Accepting the role as the bottom in a relationship, that is to say the slave,
does not mean that you give up all of your rights. Your freedom perhaps", she
added with a smile. "But not your rights. You and your top or master should
discuss your fantasies and come to agreement as to what is and is not out of
bounds. Remember, we are talking about consensual bondage and that means you
MUST give your consent. If you don't like what your top is suggesting talk
about it and work out a compromise, but always, always remember you can always
say no."
"For an example of what I am talking about, take a look at the corset that I am
wearing". The camera zoomed in so that the view consisted of from just below
her chin to the lace tops of her black stockings. "Personally, I rather like
corsets. They give you that lovely hour-glass figure, help your posture and
really do wonders empathizing your chest." Her gloved hands caressed her hips
and narrowed waist as they moved upwards until they cupped her ample mounds,
which were indeed, well displayed by the garment. "However, I prefer my corsets
in a softer material, such as satin. My top and I discussed the issue and he
agreed to have this model made out of the softest leather possible." She winked
at the camera conspiratorially. "Besides he was right, it does look better on
tape!"
The camera panned out and then zoomed in on her smiling face. "This is supposed
to be fun. It is the foreplay, before the climax. So enjoy yourselves and take
care of each other."
The camera shifted back to Mr. Thatcher. "That being said now lets look at some
preparations that you should make prior to embarking on your bondage quest."
This led into a section on rope preparation: picking the proper rope, cutting
it into pre-arranged lengths and taping the ends to eliminating fraying.
"Now to illustrate some simple ways to secure your partners arms...." Mr.
Thatcher had his wife turn and put her arms behind her back. Then he went
through showing three separate ways to secure her arms. First, crossed at the
wrist. Next, side by side and finally, tying each wrist to the opposing elbow.
The entire time that this was occurring he kept up a running dialogue with his
wife. The both of them worked together to describe the process. Their smiling
faces explained how it was possible to effectively restrain your partner without
undue discomfort or pain. And how to easily check if their bonds were adversely
effecting your partner's circulation. A simple pinch between thumb and
forefinger was all that was needed. As long as your partner could feel the
pinch you could feel free to proceed. It was totally entrancing watching them
work together. It was as if they were in complete tandem with the one another
and their joy in the subject matter was totally evident.
The film went on with Mr. Thatcher moving onto his wife's legs. A simple
binding at the ankles and knees was followed by the application of a short
spreader bar. The third tie was with crossed ankles and again binding above the
knee. They explained how you had to be very careful with these last two ties
and high heels. While wearing the spreader bar they focused on her spiked high
heels and how it was very important for her to be properly settled; heels as
straight as possible, toes angled slightly in opposite directions and soles
firmly on the floor. Similarly, standing with crossed ankles, the camera now
shifted to that picture, can be dangerous in heels because it is very difficult
to maintain your balance.
The picture now dissolved and re-formed to show our lovely hostess standing
before the camera. "Ladies before we go on I think we should have a quick
discussion about high heels. The main reason that we wear them is, of course,
because our men love seeing us in them. However that does not make them
automatically comfortable. So if your watching this tape and thinking about
buying a pair of high heels here are some tried and true tips to follow.
The camera now zoomed in on Ann's legs, making her highly arched calves and feet
easily visible. "Walking in spiked six-inch heels is an art and it takes
practice. My first piece of advice is don't buy a pair of fetish heels like
these until you've taken the time to build up to them. However, if your partner
has to see you in them now and will not settle for later, that's fine but he
must understand that they are just for bondage play and not for walking.
She smiled as the camera focused back on her face. "Before I could walk in
these heels correctly my master would carry me from one bondage situation to
another, just so I wouldn't have to take them off." She winked slyly. "You see
there are advantages everywhere if you simply look for them".
The camera moved back to her legs and showed her stepping out of her heels. Ann
next showed an instructional leg and ankle stretching routine that you could do
in 15 minutes a day. She finished by reminding the audience that if they
intended to wear four to five inch heels on a normal basis, that they should set
aside at least two hours a day to walk about barefoot. This was to ensure that
the muscles and tendons had sufficient time to stretch out so as to eliminate
any long-term problems.
With this completed she sat down in a chair and reached up to receive a pair of
heels that her husband was handing her. These were red and obviously not as
high with twin straps that formed a diagonal cross over pattern. "If you are
well versed with wearing four plus inch heels you may want to skip this step.
For the rest of us however, I found that it was best to start with a less
adventurous heel." As she slid them on she continued, "This model is one of the
best as the four and a half inch heel should still be exciting enough for you
partner and the crossed straps (the camera zoomed in on one shoe as she traced
the red straps with her fingers) provide you with additional support.
She stood gracefully. "Even standing needs to be done properly, when you are
rising imagine you weight being settled just above your hips and move
accordingly." Sitting she demonstrated standing again and now it was easy to
see how she lined up her upper body as she stood.
"Next, when you are walking your heel should touch the floor first, with your
toes following shortly afterwards. Some of you may have been told that your
toes should touch first, but that's simply not true. Doing this causes you to
take shortened steps and forces you to be leaning forward almost constantly."
She now demonstrated walking in the heels and the camera, zoomed and panned to
show both a single step and also her entire form as she glided from one step to
another. Damn it, I thought to myself, Lucinda had taught me the wrong way! I
could see by the way Ann easily flowed in the heels that the heel to toe
movement was much easier to balance in.
"You will also notice that I am keeping my feet pointed straight ahead of my
body. One of the key mistakes that women make when walking in heels is to splay
their toes outward like a duck. Doing this detracts significantly from the look
you are trying to achieve and can cause undo back and muscle pains. However
this splaying does allow for more stability for a beginner and that is where
many women become trapped, but if you follow the steps that I am showing you
here you will be able to avoid it.
"Finally, and perhaps most importantly, buy a quality pair of shoes. A cheap
pair of shoes or ones that are too tight or loose can really hurt your feet.
Buy good shoes in your normal size, which feel comfortable when you put them on.
"Ladies if you follow these steps, in time you will be able to walk about in
even higher heels as if you were walking around in bedroom slippers." The
camera dissolved from Ann face to once again show her legs. This time her feet
were back in her six-inch patent leather heels as she glided about the room.
The film ended with the pair melding back into their evening dress as they left
the bedroom. Michael's final pitch came with, "If you want to lean more about
bondage play and positions you should continue watching our series with 'Bondage
102'.
I rose from the couch and got myself a glass of white wine. Then I popped in
the next tape and settled back onto the couch. Bondage 102 and 103 added in
different positions and equipment. And watching closely, as Ann had suggested,
I could see where there were cuts in the filming. At times she would go from
calmly smiling in a chair tie, to red cheeked and breathing heavily. She
continued to smile however, so you did have to look for the gaffs.
How do I sign up I thought, now a little lightheaded from the wine. During the
five different bondage's Ann's amazing body was restrained with ropes, straps
and leather cuffs. Once her cuffed wrist were secured to a thick waist belt and
once to D rings on her collar. In most of the scenes she was bound sitting upon
a chair, but in a few she was tied to other objects in the house. The bed, an
ottoman and a tall stool were especially interesting. As were the five
different gags that her husband stuffed her mouth with, including one that had a
three-inch penis attached to it. Throughout the whole video Ann responded to
Mr. Thatcher's requests saying, "Yes Sir" and "No Sir". She raised her wrists
to be bound, moved her legs into position to be restrained, shifted her head in
order to change collars and opened her mouth to except each and every gag.
Always she appeared to be the epitome of contentment and happiness. She smiled
mischievously whenever Mr. Thatcher wasn't looking, showing that she was
enjoying the bondage play. Once while he was talking to the camera and she was
in the background blindfolded, gagged and bound to a chair, you could see her
crooking her finger (in that come here motion) to her husbands back. In my mind
I imagined her sending the unspoken thought to her husband, to quit talking and
come play with me.
Mr. Thatcher also gazed at his wife appreciatively during the each of the films.
He commented on what a beautiful picture his lovely assistant made in her custom
made corset (another product plug) and wonderful bondage position. His
responses to her usually ended or began with the term 'my dear'. "My dear,
please be so good as to put on this ball gag", he would say or "Thank you my
dear for your wonderful efforts." It made me think why did all of the partners
call me 'my dear' back at the office? Coincidence, probably, but I decided to
ask about it when I could devise a good way to do it.
My two favorite bondage positions were the first and the last. Standing and
hog-tied. These were in the first and third film, respectively. I loved the
way that Mr. Thatcher made the rope look so aesthetic, so pleasing to the eye.
It made me realize what Greg was talking about when he termed himself and
artist. All of the rows were neat and even, loops of rope tightened the
bindings between wrists, thighs, knees, calves and ankles. I loved the way that
Ann watched each of her husbands moves during these particular sessions. She
seemed to know that he had found his one true love in bondage and she enjoyed
being the center of his universe. Looking at her on the screen, she did indeed
look like a beautiful piece of artwork. It made me hot inside just thinking
that this is what I would look like for Greg.
I particularly loved the last scene where even though she was tightly hog-tied
she smiled gamely around her gag when her husband said that this was a standard
position in which to leave your partner bound for a lengthy period.
After the films were over the two things that struck me the most was the high
heel instructions and the hog-tie position. I really wanted to try that one out
for myself, but realized that I would have to wait for morning before attempting
the tricky position. The heels however, I could play with right now!
I went to the closet and removed the still boxed heels that Mr. Stanton had
brought for me. I read the labels on the boxes and selected the black patent
leather pair, simply because they boasted a mere five inch heel. Also these
heels had the crossed strap design that had been described in the film and I
wanted to have the extra support while I practiced. Mr. Stanton had referred to
these heels as plain, but I found them to be quite charming. Not as flashy as
the gold and black heels, but lovely all the same.
Looking at the heels and my outfit, I shook my head in resignation. I couldn't
wear the heels with my peignoir set as they would clash terribly. Besides, I
didn't even have stockings on and if I was going to practice, and I knew that I
was doing so to please Greg, it only made sense to make it realistic. A quick
glance at the clock showed that it was well past eleven. I was kind of tired so
I figured that it would have to wait till tomorrow.
As I reluctantly began to re-fold the paper linings back over the heels, I had
another thought. Would Greg let me get away with being a little tired if he
wanted me to practice wearing heels? I think not, I told myself firmly.
I couldn't decide which piece of lingerie to wear with the heels, when a key
word once again crossed my mind. Realistic. What would I realistically be
wearing if I were going to wear it with these heels? Probably a short skirt and
a sexy top was the obvious answer. I had a number of these outfits, but just as
quickly the perfect one for the job struck me.
Quickly I stripped out of my gown and slippers and went into my walk-in-closet
to pull out my new black leather mini skirt and halter-top. I added a set of
black stay up stockings with a pair of black panties to complete the outfit. In
only minutes I was ready for the high heels.
Standing, I modeled the outfit in front of the full-length mirror. I smiled to
myself as I re-positioned the skirt slightly placing the slit directly over my
left thigh. Flexing my leg at the knee caused the slit to open showing off the
sexy lace tops of my stockings. Working with the halter I was able to display a
lot more flesh than when I had first put it on. The leather felt sumptuous on
my chest. At first it had been a little cold but now it felt like... part of
me. All that was left was to put on the shoes, but still I couldn't help but
feel that something was missing.
What could it be? Greg would love seeing my long legs in the stockings, heels
and leather mini. And with each breast displayed almost to the nipple, I
couldn't imagine him finding fault with that part of my anatomy. Bondage. The
one word ran around in my head. That was it. There was nothing to remind me
that he was the Lord and I was his love slave. He would have come up with
something for sure.
I discarded the idea of the multi-pack stimulator as I figured that that would
probably blow me off of my heels. Crotch rope! It came to me in a flash. Mr.
Thatcher had used one on me during his wager with Mr. Stanton and I had seen him
use it a couple of times during the instructional bondage videos.
It took me all of ten minutes to realize that I barely had any rope in my
apartment at all. It was only when I looked in the bathroom that I remembered
that I had a piece of rope that I used for a clothesline. The good news was
that under the sink I found the remainder of where that rope had come from. It
was only about ten or twelve feet long, but I figured that that would be enough
for my purposes.
I took off my mini and prepared the rope as Mr. Thatcher instructed by folding
it in half. Placing the rope around my waist, I inserted the twin ends through
the eye and pulled it tight. With this accomplished reversed Mr. Thatcher tie
by sliding the circle of rope around my waist so that the remaining rope now
dangled from the middle of my back. For I had already realized that I couldn't
properly tie it in the back as he had.
I threaded the cords between my legs and then up under the rope on my belly. I
left the remaining rope hang in front of me while I completed Mr. Thatcher's
instructions. As I had seen him do to Ann, I tightened the rope about my waist
until it dug furrows in my tanned flesh. Holding it so it wouldn't loosen at
the back, I pulled the rope taut against my crotch and tied off the rope in
front of me. Using scissors I cut of the excess rope so that it would not
dangle below the hem of my leather skirt.
"Oh, Oh", I moaned in surprise as I stepped into my mini. The rope had rubbed
my tender mound with each move. Well that was its purpose I thought and at
least I hadn't been a martyr and taken my panties off! Looking in the mirror, I
smoothed out the skirt and was gratified to see that the crotch rope was almost
entirely hidden by the leather material. I smiled, knowing that Greg would
appreciate what I had done.
Finally it was time for the moment of truth. As my narrow nylon sheathed toes
flowed down the arch of the sole into the depths of the shoe I could feel my
entire foot mate with perfectly sized heels. Buckling the twin cross straps
across my instep gave me almost a sensual pleasure. Greg was right again, the
pale black of the nylons contrasted beautifully with the black heels.
Standing up from my vanity chair was my first surprise. I had done everything
correctly and still I almost fell over backwards as my heels dug deeply into the
wall-to-wall carpeting. Wind milling my arms I regained my balance. Then
pushing my weight entirely onto my toes, which by the way all women have learned
to do when walking over gratings on city streets, I walked out of the bedroom to
the kitchen. The hard linoleum floor proved to be just right for practicing in
my new heels.
I got into a good rhythm of walking forward six steps, bringing both feet
together and then turning very carefully in the other direction. I almost fell
over the first time that I tried to turn on a dime. I found however if I tried
a more oval shaped track that I could, put my left foot in front of my right and
by putting all of my weight on my toes I could make a nearly perfect ninety
degree turn.
It was a lot of work to continually think about keeping your weight centered and
not letting the heels wobble. And Ann was right that a lot more of my weight
was resting on my toe pads, but perhaps due to her coaching, not painfully so.
All the while the rope between my legs was doing its own little dance. Focusing
as much as possible on mastering the heels I was mostly able to keep its teasing
caresses at bay.
After about ten minutes I felt much more confidant walking in the heels.
However now that I had gotten over the fear of falling, other feelings were
becoming more predominant. The rope had pulled itself deep into my pussy and
could no longer be denied. Added to this excitement was the keen feeling of the
soft leather rubbing against my nipples. The halter-top was just a bit tight
and each step treated my hardened nipples to yet another sexy massage.
Finally, there was Greg. I closed my eyes and smiled just thinking about him.
It made me warm all over thinking of the lust that this outfit would inspire
within him.
After another five minutes my breathing was coming heavily and I simply could
not continue. I sat down on one of the kitchen chairs. One of my hands slid
under the soft leather that cupped my breast as my fingers felt for my enflamed
nipple. Pushing the material away, I rolled the tips of two of my fingers over
my ultra sensitive nipple.
Oh, God that felt so good. In my minds eye it was Greg's hand caressing me,
while his other hand slid under my dress. My panties slid aside easily, but the
rope had to be pushed away before his fingers could plow into my already
dripping sex. Soon he had found my g-spot, which caused me to open my legs
wider and at the same time arch my back in sheer pleasure. My breathing was now
coming in quick gasps as the passion built up within me. His fingers pinched
down on my nipple as his other hand dove in an out of my sex. "Oh, Oh, Oh,
Oooohhhhh", I cried as it all became too much for me and I came in a wonderfully
satisfying orgasm.
Leaning against the back of the chair, I rested while both my body and I
returned to normal. I felt drained and excited at the same time. Gradually, I
regained my strength and decided that taking off my heels would be a good idea
before I faced the bedroom carpet again. It seemed to take much more effort to
get them off then put them on, but I persevered. As I did so my fingers
inadvertently slid into the toe of the shoe. It was then that I felt the soft
couching pad embedded in the sole. So this, I thought, is what they meant by a
quality shoe.
Tired and satisfied, I once again wondered about all of the recent changes in my
life. Specifically the changes that had taken place in my sex life. For months
after what's his name had left I had led almost a monastic life style. Now in
the course of a few weeks I had had more orgasms than I had during a year of
normal sex. In the past my partner never worked to make sure that I achieved
completion, if I did it was a nice side benefit but it wasn't his main goal.
Greg, on the other hand, was exactly the opposite. Oh, he delighted in drawing
out my orgasms to make them take longer to achieve than necessary, but this only
made them stronger and sweeter when they finally arrived. Whenever I was with
him I knew that I was the center of his focus. Sports, stocks, work he left
them all at the door. He always put me in the center spotlight and I had found
that I loved this.
I went to sleep that night thinking these happy thoughts as I snuggled into my
warm blankets.
In the morning I watched the video, 'Bondage 103', for a second time. The hog
tie position still fascinated me. Mr. Thatcher had used this position during
his part of the wager and I don't think that I will ever forget the sense of
helplessness that I felt at the time. That feeling of helplessness was
wonderful though, in that it had let me truly appreciate the entire situation.
Lying on that card table I had felt like I was on a raised stage, with the
lights above like the spotlights at a theater. What a rush it was to have
everyone's attention focused on me. I desperately wanted to achieve that level
of intensity again. The only thing that bothered me about it was that it would
be difficult or perhaps even impossible to achieve without someone to help me.
However, right at the end of the film, Mrs. Thatcher put herself into a fairly
strict hog tie for her loving husband to find when he completed his part of the
filming. Mr. Thatcher was very convincing afterwards when he quickly rushed
through his lines to end the tape. Unfortunately, Ann had not described exactly
what she was doing during her bondage routine, so I had to figure out some of
the final pieces myself.
I made a quick trip to the hardware store where I purchase 100ft. of nylon
clothesline. I had purchased the nylon rope at the Thatcher's recommendation.
If you want to make sure that your partner will not escape go with cotton rope,
but for consensual bondage play nylon line is the way to go.
When I got home I separated the rope from my other purchases. Then using a
kitchen knife I cut a couple of eight-foot lengths and a couple of twelve-foot
lengths. In my mind the smaller pieces would be for my wrists or ankles and the
larger two for my legs and thighs. I taped the end of each cord with electrical
tape, just the way that they had shown in the video. Then setting the washer to
delicate I put in the ropes, using a couple of towels for fill.
The ropes had finished their third wash cycle by the time I had finished
watching the three films once again. Mr. Thatcher had explained that the ropes
the company sold were all washed three times before being sold to the customer.
I shifted them and the towels into the dryer and tried to think of what I could
do with myself for the next hour.
I ran through my normal aerobics exercises, while my mind whirled with pictures
of Ann being bound and how knots were tied. After that I flowed directly into
the ankle and leg stretching routine. I had decided that I would add this to my
routine, so that it would become second nature to me. The buzzer on the dryer
going off brought me back to the real world.
The rest of my weekend consisted of practicing with my new heels and trying to
tie myself up in as many ways as possible. It was as much fun as it was
educational as I learned a lot about knots and how to properly apply rope over
different types of clothing. Tying my legs up in jeans was just a lark that
turned out to be a really exciting, because it was so different. The
comfortable material always bunched around the rope, forming its own unique
look. This led me to trying to bind myself in any number of different types of
outfits and materials.
Nude bondage, however, was a bust. I tried it after taking a shower and it just
wasn't the same. However, I decided that I liked the way the rope felt against
my stockings, just as I liked the feel of my stocking covered toes in my soft
leather slippers. I loved the feel of satin, silk and lace surrounding my
breasts, especially when it would just barely brush against the tip of my
nipples. It was different than the feel of leather from last night, but it was
still quite a turn on.
During all of this self-discovery, I found myself laughing and happy as I
experienced each new learning. It was like playing a game. A game where
anything goes and all that is important is finding the things that make you
happy.
My best bondage and orgasm experience came on Sunday afternoon. I had finally
found the perfect way to put myself into a hog-tie position. I was wearing a
silky pink bra and panty outfit with white trim, the matching garters and hose
and my white nylon ballet-like slippers. First I bound both my legs at the
ankles and above the knees, at which I had become quite adept. I then attached
another piece of rope to my ankles that had two of Ann's special slipknots at
the end of their short run. Lying down on my belly, I turned on the vibrator.
(I had worn the Multi Pack Stimulator almost all weekend long and off and on I
would gag myself also. At the time I had my ball gag firmly between my teeth.)
Bending my legs down as close as possible towards my back I reached up and found
the two loops. Sliding my wrists inside, I tightened them by pulling my ankles
away form my wrists.
It wasn't anywhere near as stringent as the bondage imposed upon me by Mr.
Thatcher, but it was a hog-tie all the same. As I lay there on my bed, I was
able to once again achieve that feeling of being helplessly on display. My
lover could do anything he wanted to me and I wouldn't be able to stop him. As
I soaked up these feelings the vibrator was doing it's own thing. That new
'toy' in my pussy rubbed vigorously up and down my sensitive inner walls, while
the base of the large cock hummed against my G-spot. This by itself would have
been more than enough to send me over the top, but combined with the fact that I
had been at a high level of excitement for the entire day...
"Uuummmm, Uuuuummnnnn", I moaned like a cat in heat. The gag was forgotten as a
gut wrenching explosive orgasm built within my enflamed body. Rolling onto my
side, I tried to scrunch up into a ball but my bonds prevented me. Those taut
cords pulled through the base of the pseudo penises were also vibrating. I
could feel the narrow straps thrumming against my flat stomach and tight ass,
sort of like a rubber band that had been plucked. These same cords also passed
through the base of the butt plug, which doubled the effectiveness of the
vibrator within me.
My hips thrust against the pressure on there own accord, pulling my bindings
tighter and tighter in the process. "Aaaarrrrgggghhhhh", I groaned gutturally
into the heavy ball. The softer motions of small penis in my anal brought back
sexually charged memories of Greg's intrusion in that same opening. My hands
were balled into fists so tightly that they hurt. My slippers arched and
crested in tandem above my bond ankles.
In minutes the fire between my legs was an inferno and yet it continued to
build. I gasped in breathes quickly through my nose as my body arched again and
again to this sexual onslaught. "Ohhhh God, Ohhhhhhh God, Ohhhhhhhh Yes.
Yessss. Yessssss", I thought as I came in the blockbuster of all orgasms. I
thrashed from side to side, ripping at my restraints with all of my strength.
The waves of release continued to crash into me like huge breakers onto a sandy
beach. More and more waves swept through me, until my sexually charged body
tingled from the roots of my hair to the leather covered toes of my feet. I
screamed with delight into my gag as the monstrous orgasm finally ended.
As my body began to relax, in the warm after glow of sexual release, I realized
that I was ready to quit. The large prick bound into my body, of course, had
other ideas. The constant vibrations did not cease with my orgasm. The cords
did not stop their thrumming and the plug in my rear passage way did not cease
its seductive motions. Rather than bask in release, I could feel my body
tensing towards another round.
At that point I began to realize that my fingers were tingling. I couldn't see
behind me but, with all of my wild gyrations I must have tightened the slipknots
so much so that they were cutting off my circulation. With all of the energy
remaining in my body I willed my legs closer to my hands in order to give me a
little slack. It was difficult, but now I could slide my fingers beneath the
rope around my wrists and open up one of the bindings. Try as I might though, I
couldn't loosen the rope enough.
This bit of frustration again pushed me over the top. It took a little longer
this time as I tried to fight it off. But the base of that vibrator continued
to hum viciously against my G-spot. Soon I was shifting myself from hip to hip,
which only intensified the building fire. Higher, higher, higher the pressure
built.....
"UUUUuuummmnnnnnn", I screamed once more as the wave spread through my body. I
pulled at my restraints, making my whole body as taut as the skin on a drum.
Again and again the waves passed through me, not as intense as the previous
orgasms, but great just the same. Once again the sexual release subsided and in
a state of exhausted frenzy I returned to my task.
Rolling on my side, I felt around with my almost numb hands. It took what
seemed like hours of shimming around on the bed until I touched the hard metal
object. Thank God, I had found the little folding knife that I had left as my
backup plan. At the time I had thought that I wouldn't need it, but over the
last few weeks I had learned that it was always a good idea to have a last
resort solution in mind. It took awhile for me to finally get the blade opened
and positioned properly.
The vibrations of the fake penises were beginning to be uncomfortably insistent.
This time however, I didn't feel the building of the orgasms that I had come to
expect. It just seemed to get me to a very high level of excitement, but not
take me over the peak. This was fortunate however, because it allowed me to
finally cut my way loose.
Now, I was able to truly enjoy the funk of great sex as I turned off the
vibrator and rubbed the circulation back into my hands. Life was good and best
of all Greg would be back tomorrow!
