Dianne · Part 1

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Authors note; This is a sequel to Dianne’s First Bondage Session. Though this story stands on its own, you may want to read the first part to see how this relationship was established. This story is complete fiction and totally based on my own personal fantasies and experiences. Hope you like it.

It had been two months since our first session together. Though we tried to get together sooner, our schedules wouldn’t permit it. During this time we chatted about our first session together and how she just loved it. Since then she told me in detail about some self-bondages she put herself into and how much fun she had in them except it just wasn’t the same as having someone there to stimulate her. She told me about this four-post canopy bed she has and I told her I had some great ideas for tying her to it. She kept at me, wanting me to tell her what I had in mind for her but I wouldn’t budge. I just told her it would be worth the wait.

We delved into the subject of her tying me up again. She wanted to know the ways I would like to be tied and the best way she could do it so I would really enjoy it. I first told her how others had failed by not tying me tight enough or leaving my ankles untied and such. I gave her an idea or two on how I wanted to be tied. I told her about a fantasy I had after attending a topless strip club. While I was there I got a private dance from one of the girls. They had rules that you can’t touch the girls in any way but they could rub themselves all over you. The girl did a good job but the dance really didn’t turn me on that much, though I got to thinking if I were all tied up while she was doing it, that ‘would’ have turned me on. It would have been even better if she had stripped me while I was tied and taken me too.

Dianne also had spent a lot of time on the Internet looking at bondage sites and stores and had bought quite a bit of bondage gear. She told me about the stuff she bought, leather wrist and ankle cuffs, ball gags, one with a head harness, blindfold, a dildo with a vibrator, padlocks and lots of ¼ inch white cotton rope. I asked her how she could afford all of this and she said that she just used her charge card. On her budget she is going to be paying for this stuff for a while. She said she also wanted a butt plug, nipple clamps and a chastity belt but would not be able to afford them until she paid off some of what she already bought. They always say; if you want something bad enough, you’ll find a way to get it and she did. I think I may have created a monster but at least she’s showing a little responsibility.

Finally, we both could schedule a weekend off when we could get together. We wanted more than just a day together because we lived so far apart and with today’s high gas prices makes it almost impossible to get together more often. The plan was that I would drive down early Saturday morning and would arrive around 10:30. We would get to spend the day, evening, and most of the next day together until I had to drive home.

Earlier that week she sent me a padded envelope. Inside that envelope were two more envelopes. One was marked ‘Do Not Open’, the other marked ‘Instructions, Open Me First’. I opened that envelope and it came with a map to her home and a note that read; Here are the directions to my apartment. As soon as you reach the truck stop at the edge of the city, stop and call me to tell me you have made it to town. From there, it will take you about 20 minutes to get here. Please wait until you get to my place to open the other envelope. It’s a surprise! I could feel something hard inside it and thought it was a key but I wasn’t sure. Thinking about it got me excited and I could hardly wait for Saturday to arrive.

Finally, Saturday arrived and I woke up earlier than I had planned from being so excited. I left home at about 6:30 AM, just over a half an hour earlier than I was going to leave and drove straight through until I got to the city at about 9:30. I haven’t taken the step into the present and acquired a cell phone yet, so I used the pay phone at the truck stop. I called her and she was surprised that I got there so early and was very excited that I was here. With a playful tone, she said, “I’ll see you in a little bit”.

A little later I pulled into her parking lot and easily found her apartment as to her instructions. I parked my car and opened the other envelope. Inside was a key and another note. It read; Here is the key to my apartment. Please, very quietly come inside. I have a little surprise waiting for you but you must keep very quiet.

I got out of the car and locked it and then went to her door, gently inserting the key and opening the door. After quietly stepping inside, I gently shut the door. I thought she really had a nice apartment as I was looking around. Over on her dining table was a riding crop and another note that read; I’ve been a very bad girl. Please go easy on me! I thought, she didn’t tell me about the riding crop. What’s she getting into? Picking up the crop I turned and started looking through the rest of the apartment.

Soon as I stepped into her bedroom I saw her. Dianne had tied herself in a standing spread eagle at the end of the bed facing the bed. She had used the wrist and ankle cuffs and padlocked her limbs to loops of rope tied to the canopy and to the D rings on the cuffs. Straight up above each hand she hung an ice cube, one larger than the other to stagger her timed release, with a key frozen in each one for her release incase something happened and I didn’t make it. Smart girl!

She was wearing that white string bikini I liked so well along with a blindfold, ball-gag and a tightly tied crotch rope. She also had earplugs in each ear, the little orange ones with a string attaching them together, like the ones they use in manufacturing facilities. They muffle a lot of sound but you can still hear someone talk through them. This way, as long as I was quiet, she would not know when I was here until I announced my presence somehow. I’m thinking; I see she likes surprises too.

Walking around her from side to side I spent some time admiring the bound beauty in all her tied up splendor and watch her as she occasionally struggled. I was ready to announce my presence with the crop across her fanny when I thought; wait a minute, I’ve never used a riding crop before, so I don’t know how hard I can hit her without really hurting her and also, I think I’d like to watch the ‘stew simmer’ a little longer and make her worry a little bit.

Leaving her I stepped outside to test the crop. I slapped my thigh, “OUCH!” Ooooo that was too hard. I’ll try this, slap, “ouch”, slap, “ouch.” There, that’s about right I thought. Enough to sting a little but no bruising. Then I tried out that little folded over leather flap at the end. Slapping my hand I found just the right force to tap it and make noise but with no pain. I was going to use that to whip her tits and pussy. Well, whip is really too harsh a word and not what I meant. Maybe I should say tantalize.

Back inside I headed straight for her bedroom. The ice was dripping down on her hands, and by this time I could see she was getting a little frustrated over the fact I haven’t arrived yet, or so she thought. Removing the ice cubed keys from the canopy, I took them to the bathroom and laid them in the sink with the strings draped over the faucet so the keys would not go down the drain when the ice melted. After returning to the bedroom I sat in a chair and watched her for a while.

Although Dianne was blindfolded, she still would try to look back over her shoulder as if to see or feel me standing there. She also tugged at her bonds, mmphed and tried riding her crotch rope a little but getting frustrated because she was not getting off. After two months of somewhat satisfying but empty self-bondage games, there was a need welling up deep inside her, one that only I could fill. Sure she had a vibrator and it got her off pretty well a few times, but it couldn’t take the place of the caressing touch, the fondling and the feel of a man inside her. She wanted me now!

After a few minutes she realized that the cold water dripping on her hands had stopped. She knew someone was there now and she was frantically trying to look all around and mmphing for response. I decided it was time to say hello.

SWAT, “EEEEEEEMMMMMMMmmmph, mmph, mmph, mmph.” It not only stung, it startled the hell out of her. SWAT, “EEEEEEEEMMMMMmmmphph.” SWAT, “EEEEMMMMMGRGRGRGRgrgrgrgrphph, mph, mph, mph, mph, mph, mph.”

I pulled out her earplugs and then, standing behind her and putting my arm around her pulling myself closer to her, I said in a low tone, “Hello my dear. I’ve missed you”. She calmed down a bit and moaned in her gag. Then I said, “I removed the keys so now your all mine until and ‘IF’ I decide to let you go.” She mmphed and tugged on her bonds and then after a brief pause, I said, “I see you’ve been a really bad girl. Naughty, naughty! You must be punished!”

Mmphing and frantically shaking her head no because her butt was still stinging, I gave her three more swats. That lit her up. She jerked hard against her bonds, squealing and mmphing loudly and forcefully twisting her torso to get away from the punishment.

I asked, “Is that enough?”

Shaking her head in the affirmative, she mmphed, “Umm Humm”.

I said, “Wrong answer”, and applied two more swats. She squealed and struggled a little more franticly, and I asked again, “Is that enough?”

Shaking her head yes again and again, she said, “Um Hum, Um hum.”

In an angry tone of voice I said, “Wrong answer again” and applied three more swats. Her struggling and thrusting had pulled her crotch rope and most of her bottoms into her crack and pussy, which exposed most of her cheeks that were getting pretty red from the spankings. I was ready to stop because I’m not into pain but her lesson wasn’t over yet. She was also starting to whimper and cry and that bothered me because I was starting to care a lot for this girl. Then I asked again in a softer tone of voice, “Is that enough?”

Writhing in a complete frantic, she almost nodded yes again but caught herself and thought for a second and then shaking her head no she replied, “MMM mmm, MMM mmm, MMM mmm.”

That was also our safety word but I don’t believe she was using it as such. So in a pleasant tone I said, “Good answer.” Then after giving her three more slightly lighter swats for good measure, I said, “That should be enough”. That was all I felt I could give her anyway, safety word or not.

Still whimpering, she let out a shaky sigh of relief. I dropped the crop on the bed and stood behind her caressing her body, gently rubbing the sting from her butt cheeks and running my hands gently up and down her torso. Her demeanor changed immediately and she moaned softly in her gag as I continued to caress and stimulate her body. I then reached up and untied her top and let it fall on the bed exposing her perfect breasts. Her nipples were already hard and erect. I took them between my fingers and gently twisting them, sending tiny shocks of pleasure up and down her spine, turning her on and making her very wet. Reaching down and tugging on her crotch rope made her even wetter.

Moving around I sat on the bed in front of her, picking up the crop and using it on her breasts. I lightly slapped her breasts and nipples with the wide leather end, not hard enough to cause pain but enough to stimulate her. I fluttered it over her nipples like a playing card flapping in bicycle spokes. She jerked, squirmed and moaned as the stimulation was having the desired effect. Then, alternating it between her tits and pussy I was driving her wild. After she was thoroughly excited I focused the tapping on her pussy. It wasn’t long before it moved her over the edge and she came with a loud mmph, bucking, thrusting and twisting in her bonds.

Giving her a little time to cum down from that high, I decided to remove her crotch rope and her bottoms. One of my favorite parts of stripping a tied up woman is removing her panties or bottoms and exposing her helpless pussy. It would have been easier to remove the crotch rope first but it was going to be a lot more fun pulling her bottoms out from under the rope buried deep in her mound. Savoring every second I slowly pulled the strings untying the bow ties on each side of her. Then slowly I pulled and tugged them through her crotch out from under the rope. Dianne twitched and moaned repeatedly as I was pulling them out with short tugs. She almost had another orgasm. I then untied and removed the crotch rope. Both the rope and her bottoms were as wet as she still was.

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