SBS – Surprise Bondage Service · Part 1 (1/2)
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Prologue: a customer calls. I dialled the number she had left, a mobile one of course. The first call is never from the home phone. A friendly voice answered, which got a bit nervous once I had said who I was calling for. This was always the case: it takes a bit of courage to call upon our services the first time, and when we call to make an actual appointment, one is suddenly confronted with the consequences of a choice. This lady had more of an excited nervousness though, she was looking forward to the adventure of discovering what we could do. She'd studied the website a bit and could not decide what she wanted ("ah, the agony of choice").
She took my advice for the Extended Package so she could see for herself afterwards what it looked like, leaving it to me to choose how to fill it in. I jotted down some details (size, weight, general health) and asked when she'd like us to come around. "Well, tonight would be great, actually" she said hesitating.
She was in luck, as normally we have a week or two backlog of appointments. Someone had cancelled tonight (sudden trip abroad of the husband) so I could actually help her. We arranged the final details and I hung up, an idea forming already what I'd do with her. This was getting nice. I had resigned to an evening of work at home (had been thinking of a surprise for Diane), and now I got to do some work still, the work I like so much.
I collected the gear I needed and got to the car, the anonymous white van with small lettering "SBS, give yourself a treat!" on the sides. To be ahead of traffic, I left immediately. A sudden case of Extended Package, that would mean some editing tonight or tomorrow, but usually it was worth it. While I was cruising the highway across town, my mind went back how I got into this great job I've got.
1. The 1st bright idea.
It all started innocent enough. My wife and I had Helen visiting us one evening. A colleague of my wife, she had become a good friend of both of us. A personal one too, for often she would confide her marital issues with us. Helen is a fairly "take-charge" person. Whether at work, at the sports club or at home, nothing could lay about without her doing something about it. This sometimes gave her problems: as she always gave 110%, she naturally expected others to do so too. So if other people "only" gave 90% to help organise, say, a flea market in the village, Helen could almost be disappointed.
Similarly in her marriage: because she took charge quite often, her husband Mark had become a more passive person, leaving many things to her. He often hardly got the chance to show his own talents. We had carefully advised her of this, but she was not always the listening kind. Tonight Helen seemed to be in a listening mood though. Their sex the evening before had not been up to expectations (his or hers she did not say) and she was obviously disappointed. "I don't know what to do" she said, "I'm just so tired of always having to take the initiative with Mark.
He plays along all right once I have fired him up, but sometimes I'd like him to fire me up!" I looked at her, a thought suddenly in my mind. "And how could anybody take any initiative with you?" I asked. "You are always well ahead, as we've discussed other times." I paused, she seemed to take this in. "It seems to me you need to create a situation where it is very obvious that you can not and will not take any initiative, that way he'll know he is free to let his spirits take charge" "And how do you suggest I do that? I suppose you have some ideas?" she asked after a few seconds. "Yes, as a matter of fact I do" and I glanced at Diane, my wife.
She looked a bit anxious, feeling I was about to share something very personal. "It won't work to change something here, something there. To really get change between you and Mark, you need to do something radical, something totally different", I started. "The way I know you, the only way you could let go of being in control, is if you are made physically helpless. What I really mean, I think you should try some bondage play, with you being bound and Mark being able to do as he pleases." I let it sink in for some seconds (Helen was obviously stunned at first) to await the usual reaction. Helen got to her senses after she struggled to believe she heard me right. "Bondage? Are you kidding?
I'm not into SM and such kinky stuff! Can you imagine me with handcuffs being whipped while hanging in chains?" I waited for a second and stayed calm. "I never said anything about SM, nor chains nor whips, I was talking about bondage. Bondage can be part of SM, but not necessarily the other way around. SM is about one person enjoying pain or humiliation and the other one enjoying inflicting it." I paused and then let the big news drop. "To me and Diane, bondage is a great extra fun-factor in our love-play, where one person is given a handicap in pleasing the other. I would never dream of hurting Diane, and she would never dream of hurting me. We are not at all into SM.
But over the last few years, we very well enjoy a bit of bondage in between us. I have grown to like doing it, I like the look of a damsel in distress, I enjoy it if Diane makes love “with a handicap”. There, now you know our big bedroom secret, and I really think it just might be the thing for you.." Diane looked anxious from me to Helen, who was struggling to take in all this news.
I added my last message. "I think it would do you well to be bound for a change, it would force you to let go of your urge to control. It might actually let you sink into the depths of your feelings, and purely and only enjoy what is being done to you,.. and with you. That's why Diane likes it, and so do I."
Helen looked up from her thought. "Diane, is that true?" Diane nodded slowly. "And do you sometimes tie Bob…?" Diane nodded again, the sparkle in her eyes telling it all. Helen hesitated. "I don't know guys, you make it sound easy and logically, but it sound a bit scary to be chained and helpless." This time Diane replied. "Oh, but it doesn't have to be chains. Much too cold and way too hard. You can use silk scarves or soft ropes, to start slowly. We did, we had to learn what we liked. And you don't have to be all helpless; you can start with a teeny-weeny bit bound." I had been contemplating how to put it, but chose the direct approach.
"Why don't I show you something?" and got up to get some gear from our bedroom before she could object. A quick look from Diane gave me the OK, she would work on Helen. That's why I love my darling Diane, we are often on the very same wave length at the very same time. I had put some things in a box when I returned to the living room. Helen & Diane were next to each other on the couch, apparently detailing some more of the secret we just shared. I motioned Diane to get up, as I took some dark blue leather cuffs out of the box.
"Look, Helen, these are leather cuffs with rings to it, to start easily." I attached the smaller ones to Diane's wrists, the larger ones to her upper arms, just above the elbow. "As you can see, they look very nice. You know I like Diane to look nice, no matter what situation she is in. Now look how simple I can do this and the effect it has." With that, I attached a short leather strap with quick release snaps to one elbow cuff, pulled the elbow back a bit and attached the other end of the strap to the other elbow cuff. Diane's arms were now half tied behind her back. I took out a second small strap.
"I can tie her hands behind her back the same way, but also in front of her." I did and seconds later Diane stood in front of us, arms tied front and back. I caught her eye and again they gave me an OK. She motioned to me and whispered in my ear: "Keep going dear, it feels good how you are doing this." I turned to Helen, who was silent and big eyed. "See, she is not helpless, she has her hands free, yet I can tease her in many ways" I said, while I gently pinched Diane's buttocks, spun her around and played with her a little. Diane obviously liked being played with and showed us too.
"And you know what Helen?" Diane said in between smiling shrieks, "Some times I just love being under control for a change, it is a super turn-on". A mischievous grin went from one lady to another. "Let Bob show you." Without words, I took out a bundle of soft black bondage rope, some 14meters worth. In a bundle, it always looks like a huge amount. "See, no chains. Trust me, this won't hurt and you can say stop anytime. If you like it, you can surprise Mark with it You'll be surprised how much rope can disappear on a body….".
Not waiting for a reply, not giving her a chance to recover from the surprise events in front of her, I laid the loop in the middle of the rope (this was our favourite rope for a body spider-web, I kept it pre-tied) over her head. "This will even keep your arms free, a really nice starter." I arranged the parallel lengths rope with the four equally spaced knots across her chest and tummy and motioned her to widen her legs a little. She was wearing a short summer dress, just what I needed for this little demo. She was too stunned, or motivated by Diane's eager eyes to try this, to refuse.
I guess there was some early arousal coming up, like little kids who like playing Cowboys and Indians The ropes went up her back, with three equally spaced knots on this side. I looped the two long ends underneath the loop at the back of her neck, then underneath her shoulder to the front again. Here I looped them in between the first two knots and looped the ropes back to her back, and there again between two upper knots. By pulling everything gently tight, the first layer of a web was beginning to appear. When I came to the front again, I had to manoeuvre carefully around her breasts. She had an ample supply and this particular bondage does a great job in highlighting what's there.
Helen was looking at my hands, directly at me, and sometimes at Diane, still taking in what was being done to her by people she thought she knew well. Backwards and forwards I looped the ropes around her sides, and the two vertical lengths between her legs were getting pretty tight, pulling her dress up. I caught a flash of Diane looking very approvingly to both me, Helen and my hands in action. It motivated me to do an extra good job. When I got to the hips area, the side ropes pulled the crotch ropes apart, very nicely accentuating her buttocks. Being so close and pressing her dress onto her body with my “work”, I could clearly see the outlines of a string being worn underneath.
I like strings, especially around round buns like, Helen’s. When I tied the last ends, Helen was "dressed" in a black rope spider web, holding her torso tightly, showing her figure very nicely, the dress being pressed just right around her curves. And should someone want to, the critical openings were “accessible” so to speak. "See" I said very content, "this doesn't hurt and your arms are still free." Helen looked down on herself, assessing her predicament. Obviously it seemed OK, she smiled at me. "Gee Bob, this doesn’t feel too bad or threatening.
It is almost like a harness" "Precisely, that is what a good bondage should do," I said, "it should give you a safe net in which you can let go, even if I do something like this". I grabbed one of the ropes and pulled her to me, until our bodies were touching. "You are very lucky my wife is here and you are a married woman, my dear Helen, you look absolutely gorgeous and I might not have been able to restrain myself" My breathing had gotten a bit deeper as I looked closely into her eyes, she looked into mine. We could both feel the others breathing for a second, then I let her go. "Don't let yourself be stopped by the wife, now, Bob," I heard Diane say.
"I like what I see and I see what I like. Never knew I had a Peeping Tom inside me" We both looked around, to see Diane comfortably on the sofa admiring us, her hands still tied front and back. I smiled at Diane and looked at Helen again. "Care for a step further?" After only a split second, she nodded. Apparently she liked the surprises both Diane and I were revealing her that night. I took out another rope, red this time, a bit shorter. It too was folded in half, and I held the middle bit in my hand. Wit the other hand, I took her arms and laid them across each other behind her back, each hand holding the other elbow.
I tied the arms in the middle with the rope, held the rope upwards in between her shoulder blades with one hand while I looped the rest across her chest & above her breasts to come back around at the point where I was holding it. I wound the rope with a gentle tightness down again a few windings, then swung it around her chest again, this time underneath her breasts. The two loops bound her upper arms to her torso, while the first knot held her lower arms together. With the separate ends I carefully tied the loops tighter through her armpits, so the loops couldn’t slip upwards.
I had some rope still left and brought this over her shoulders, to tie the horizontal loops at her breasts together, thus squeezing them in a rope breast binder. By now I was well beyond “not touching” this area, but Helen’s eyes and posture had shown me she was comfortable with it. When I was done, I stepped back and looked at my work, both excited and proud. Over Helen’s sunflower yellow dress, the black rope web held her tightly and showed all her forms, while the red rope held both her arms and breasts together to her chest. Diane expressed my thoughts. “Helen, you like lovely, it really looks well on you. Nice job, Bob!” Helen indeed took well to the ropes.
She stood there, bound for the first time in her life and not by her husband, yet she seemed comfortable. She swung her hips and body a bit, to feel the room she had, then looked at us. “Gosh, I don’t know what to say guys. It feels good, never thought it would. And Diane, you’re right, It does feel good to be at the hands of someone who knows what he wants.” And after a few seconds thought “…. Gosh, I wish I had Mark in front of me now, I could jump him….” We laughed, and for a split second I toyed with a naughty thought, then decided to share it. "Helen, close your eyes for a second and imagine what you would do with Mark if he were here right now" I said.
She obliged immediately and we could see her thoughts by her slow hip-movements. I grinned and unclipped Diane, leaving the cuffs in place. "Excellent, I knew it. Diane, get up and get Helen's car keys, we're taking her for a ride." Whether she knew my intentions or not, Diane obliged quickly. She knew for sure that my sudden ideas usually meant fun for her too. I got Helen her coat and put it around her, zipped it up. She looked at me questioningly. "Trust me, you"ll like this too" I said softly, looking deep into her eyes and feeling the bulge in my pants. We got into the car in the garage and drove off, Diane following in Helen's car. Nobody had seen I had a bound lady in my car.
I let the excitement sink in for a few minutes, how well & smooth I suddenly had 2 lovely ladies in my bondage scheme. "Listen, Helen, this is my plan. We'll drive you home and quietly let you into your house. Mark is likely to be watching a game or so, he'll stay put thinking you’re arriving by yourself. We'll keep your coat closed and you'll walk in, looking misty-eyed. When he asks what's up, you can say you have been attacked by the Evil Black Knight, and that you desperately need comfort & consolation by Big Knight Mark, or something similar.
By that time, motion him to open up your coat, and his amazement should do the rest." She nodded, I could see she was already enjoying the prospect. "And what about you?" she asked after a few moments. I grinned. "Diane and I will be watching outside, just in case something goes wrong. Hey, after all we're doing tonight for your marriage, we'd due for a bit of payback somewhere…!" I answered her look. And that's basically what we did. After we arrived and let Helen out of the car, Diane asked to have her arms tied again. She liked the feeling of being a voyeur "against her will" she said. Helen did stunningly great. Standing in their garden, we had front row seats to a silent movie.
Their windows were closed, yet we could imagine the sounds. We could see Mark's eyes grow big when he unzipped her coat and saw his wife strapped and bound underneath. Before his lips could form the "What the h..?!", she hushed him with her eyes and she sat on his lap. His eyes were surprised, but also feasting on the sight before him, the shapes of Helen in a package he'd never seen before… I don't know what she said, but before long they were kissing frantically, his hands exploring her bound body like the very first time. He fondled her rope bound breasts like some precious & exotic fruit.
She knew we were watching and it seemed it gave her a extra kick as she was squirming all over him. Diane and I loved watching it all, neither of ever knew we had such a strong Peeping Tom inside of us. Pretty soon, Helen was on her knees with her arms still tied behind her back, blow jobbing Mark in full view for us, before she got up so he could wriggle her dress up a bit underneath the rope-web. Then she sat on him, and rode him right there and then in his seat. Briefly she looked over her shoulder and blinked at us, before continuing to pleasure her husband again. They held out quite some time, before they exploded and collapsed.
When they finally recovered (we were about to leave), he picked her up and lovingly carried her, arms still bound behind her back, in his arms upstairs, with a look in his eyes that promised more action to come. Diane and I paused a little in silence. "Well well, it seems you found a way for Helen to let go of her control urge allright." Diane said. "And our Marky-Mark certainly enjoys being in control for a change…" she added as we heard shrieks of pleasure coming through their bedroom window. I started to take Diane to our car, then stopped in the middle of the lawn. "Yes, that was one heck of a good idea" I replied.
"She got very turned on by those ropes, and to be true, so did I." I looked at Diane, my lovely partner-in-crime, by my side with her arms bound. She looked at me and further words were unnecessary: both of us were hot & horny from the evening and from seeing Helen in action. I laid her on the grass of Helen's lawn and we made love right there, in the dark, in the open, with Helen & Marks own love-sounds in the back-ground. Not only had we saved Helen's marriage, we had spiced up our own as well in doing so.
2. The 2nd bright idea.
Diane and Helen often discussed that first night. It had been so great, Helen had said. An evening of life changing surprises. Mark had been in top form too. After a week or so, she came to our house, a bit shy yet with a mysterious grin on her face. It took after the 2nd glass of wine for her to spill what was on her mind. “Bob, Mark is on a trip this week and he’ll be back this Friday. And I was wondering…..” She paused for breath and then blurted it all out. “Well, I thought, couldyoutiemeupatourhomeforMarktofindmeinbedandmakewildlovetome?” I looked at Diane. Her eyes told me this was not a surprise to her. I smiled at both of them. It started to seem like a dream come true.
A lovely lady asking me for bondage, and my wife agreeing to it. I thought of Diane on the lawn after we had returned Helen that night. “This is asking quite a lot, Helen” I started. “Imagine Mark coming home earlier, or something happening to you. We may have to ask a price for this.” She looked puzzled, first at me then at Diane. Diane shook her shoulders, she did not know what I was heading for either. I savoured the moment, briefly. “As you may know, Diane and I enjoyed helping you very much last time, but it’s only a memory. If we help you this time, I’d like her along to take some pictures, so we can enjoy it afterwards as well”.
Perhaps I have not yet mentioned I quite liked the Peeping Tom I had discovered inside myself that evening. Helen thought for a moment. “These pictures, they would be just for you two?” Her tone was almost disappointed. I was feeling the rise of Helen’s exhibitionist side. “Just for us to enjoy, Helen. They’ll spice up our bedroom life even more” I answered, though my eyes were on Diane. She seemed pleasantly surprised at my plot, then she showed she liked the twist. “Ok, it’s a deal, then” It was Diane who mentioned this, and Helen and I both had to laugh. And so we found ourselves in Helen’s bedroom that Friday afternoon, about an hour before Mark was due home.
Diane had planned the escape route and had brought the camera’s. I had meant pictures, but Helen had put a video camera on a tripod as well. “We had better stay close, Bob, until Mark arrives. Imagine Helen getting cramps, or Mark arriving late, we can’t leave her alone too long.” What a great excuse to watch a bound lady as long as possible, I thought….. Helen had “dressed” into some naughty lingerie, wearing a bra with nipple openings. Instead of the spider web, I put her into a corset this time, giving her a lovely small waist. I caressed the shape from her waist to her hips, gently complimenting her buttocks with my hands.
As they had a four-poster bed, I tied her spread eagled to the corner posts. She eagerly spread her arms out when I came close to her and looked me straight in the eye when I tied her down. As I moved over, she spread her legs, she knew what was next. Again she looked at me, with a devilish smile around her mouth, as I enjoyed the lovely landscape in front of me: Helen’s shapely legs coming together just below the hilly landscape of the corset, themselves topped off with two hills, and her smiling face between the outstretched arms. After a brief spell of being mesmerized, I applied a ring gag and blind fold as finishing touch.
Helen was now deprived of movement, sight or speech, all she had left was hearing and feeling. Her body language showed she very much liked the attention, liked being manhandled, and liked being recorded. We could clearly see and smell her arousal, it was turning Diane on as well (she had to work harder at steadying herself and the camera). We exchanged looks and both knew we would enjoy ourselves heartily back home again. I did not want to see Helen what I had left for last. I wasn’t sure how long she could hold out either. I tied her already hard nipples with thin rope, then pulled them upward to tie them to the top of the bedposts.
I managed to apply just enough tension for it to “hurt gently”. She moaned when I did this. To be honest, I had not been shy when tying the knots. My fingertips know knew quite well the texture of her breasts, the lovely creamy skin. Diane had filmed it extensively as well. When she sensed we were done, Helen motioned to say something. I undid the ring gag. “Hmm, Diane, you married a devil” she said. “My breasts are killing me, I can hardly breathe, yet I feel great and very horny. I can’t wait for Mark to take me violently. Bob, I know I’ve paid with the pictures, is it allowed to give a tip?” I looked at Diane, who had her eyebrows up as I had.
“Sure, Helen, what did you have in mind?” “I’m thirsty and horny, so I’d like to give you a blowjob, as my way of thanking you in advance for yet another great night” Wow, the new Helen was surprising us time and again. Diane smiled and waved the camera. “I’ll own you after this Bob. This evidence will very well stand up in court!” I smiled and undid my belt. It had been bulging all the way to Helen’s house, and had only grown since our arrival. With a bit of acrobatics to get in between Helen’s ropes and not getting my knees on her arms and stuff, I got my Johnny Boy close to her. Her eyes might have been covered, but her instinct knew to find it perfectly. Did I mention her creamy skin?
It was nothing compared to her silken lips. I closed my eyes and enjoyed my tip, listening to the far away clicking of Diane and the camera, the sounds of Helen at work, and the sound of a car stopping in the drive way. Damn, we had taken too long! Diane noticed and started putting our stuff in the escape route room while I wondered how to get off Helen quickly. Helen must have noticed, she speeded up and sucked harder, would not let me go. I blew into her just as Diane p
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