Leather Bound Slave · Part 1 (1/2)
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James, my husband, and I have been together now for over five years; we met through mutual friends and clicked from the moment that we saw each other. Our relationship developed over time and carried on from there until we decided to marry and live together, moving into a new home to start our lives forward. We have no children as yet, so I’m spoilt for attention by James.
We have been exploring our sexuality and making things spicier in the bedroom, starting out with the usual kinky underwear worn by me to please him, and then we moved on to include some bondage sessions with me tied either to the bed or some other place in our home. This all happened after James had held me firmly down to the bed while having sex one night when we stayed at his parent’s place. I loved the feeling of helplessness as he held my wrists down to the bed above my head, his other hand placed over my mouth to stop my cries of pleasure from waking everyone in the house.
When we returned, I asked him that night if he would like to tie me down to the bed, to which he readily agreed; my eventual orgasm that night was one of the most intense and body shattering experiences that I had ever had, especially when I asked him to gag me again with his hand. He seemed to enjoy the experience as well, judging by the grunts and groans as he came inside me, his member shuddering against my inner walls, letting me know that he was cumming.
Since that day, we have explored more and more bondage with different types of ropes, knots, and positions for me to be tied up in. We moved on to other things to restrain me and have included gags and blindfolds as part of our playtime. I’ve even bought several books about knots for him to study up on, and have patiently waited while he tried them on me, though when I once did try to say something, he just gagged me and carried on doing whatever he was with me at that point.
Then I found out about a local sex shop that was friendly to female clients; I had heard about those places and suspected them to be full of dirty old men in raincoats, not the bright open, cheery place that my friend had recommended to me. That was after she had come around one day for a surprise visit, just after I had been released by my hubby from the bondage session we had played that morning. She found out about my love of bondage when she saw the rope marks still on my skin. I had only enough time to quickly get dressed when she turned up, so I didn’t even think to cover myself up.
I could see her staring at my wrists and them at my ankles as we sat there talking over coffee.
“Ah, I see that you’ve found out about my little secret,” I said.
“Sorry, but I couldn’t help but notice the marks on your wrists; they look like rope marks to me. I’ve had similar on my wrists after Paul has tied me up for sex.” She replied as if it was normal, and not surprised or shocked.
“So you’re into bondage too, then?” I asked.
“Yes, Paul and I have been playing for about two years now. Paul ties me and sometimes I have tied him up, but it’s usually me that gets bound and made helpless, which I love.” She smiled as she seemed to recall some fond memories.
“James and I have been trying it out for about five months now; although James hasn’t asked me to tie him yet, he’s more into tying me up and taking me, not the other way around. Though I’m loving every time that we do it, I really do enjoy being tied up and used by him or even just tied up and left for him to come back to later on.” I said.
We then spoke over more coffee about what ways that we were tied, what materials were used to bind us, and what we enjoyed most about our times in bondage, just like women usually do when chatting about things in our lives, something that men don’t understand, our mutual sharing of information and experiences.
Sue then shared the information that she sometimes felt the need to be tied up when her husband was away on business. I had never tried this and pressed her for more details. Sue carried on by saying that she had learnt to tie herself up in such a way that it was hard to escape from; she had found several ways of doing so on the internet. Her escape usually involved her cutting the ropes that she had bound herself with, though at other times, she just used handcuffs and placed the key to her freedom in another room so that she had to crawl there to find it, especially hard with a blindfold applied as well.
I was astounded by what she was telling me, and a little turned on by what she was revealing to me, and I had visions of myself tied by my own hands either waiting for James to come home or just enjoying my time in bondage with some delightful ending at my own hands. After some more talk of her and her husbands' bondage activities, she then told me about the little sex shop that she had bought all of her supplies from. She said that if I would like to that she would take me there and she then said that it could be fun!
I didn’t have to think twice about it, I was intrigued by what she had told me, and I wanted to delve more into the realms of bondage and also liked the mention of sex toys that she had told me about and I really wanted to find out more. I quickly dressed, and by now, James had retreated to his garden, leaving the girls to talk. I popped my head outside and told him that I was off shopping with Sue.
He groaned a response as he has never enjoyed shopping with me, let alone with two women, he was happy where he was. I told him that I would bring him back a surprise for being so good to me this morning, which made him smile and nod his head in agreement.
Sue drove me to the store that she wanted me to see for myself, it was on the other side of town from where we lived, and the journey took about 40 minutes, during which time Sue gave me more information about her times in bondage and I gave her mine. She told me of her desires for being tied up and made helpless and some of her experiences while she had been bound. She even spoke about someone she had found that liked to tie her up when her husband was away; she didn’t go into greater detail but said that this person was very good at ropework.
As she told me about this, she had a big grin on her face, she clearly liked being tied up by this other person, and I wondered who it could be, not that Sue would tell me her secret bondage lover. She told me of the times she had been bound and tried to explain the different positions, some that she had enjoyed and some that she endured. She swore me to secrecy about the matter, I was not to let either James or Paul know of her little secret. I promised that I would keep it, and not tell anyone. Sue then said that maybe she would introduce me to this person sometime if I felt the need for being tied outside of the home.
We arrived at the store; from the outside it looked like a place where you’d buy party clothing from; the window displays had several mannequins dressed in a variety of outfits, one wore a shiny red mini-dress, another with what looked like black jeans and a T-shirt with a sheen to the material. Sue said that it was made from latex, though I still had no clue as to what latex was, let alone what it looked like. Rubber, she told me and the penny dropped.
Sue entered the store first; I held back and followed her inside, not sure what I would find. The store seemed to have shelves all around the walls, and there were several racks of clothing in the centre; towards one side was a counter with glass displaying many things that the store sold. The woman behind the counter recognized Sue and quickly came around to greet her; she sounded very welcoming and hugged Sue warmly like an old friend. She seemed pleased to see her, as was Sue who returned the hug and kiss on the cheek.
They both then broke into deep conversation, I was still slightly out of my comfort zone and drifted off to gaze around the store, ignored for the moment by the two of them. It was my first time inside a sex shop; I had seen them on the street before but never thought to venture inside for fear that I would never come out again. My mind played vivid scenes of what the men who inhabited these establishments would do to a lone female who strayed into their territory.
Eventually, Sue caught up with me as I was exploring the clothing on display; she introduced me to the owner of the store and told me her name was Clair. Clair greeted me much the same way that she had when Sue had entered the store, her hug around my body at first a surprise, but I returned the hug and thanked her for letting me look around her store.
Sue then said that we should have a good look around and see what I’d like to try on or buy to take home. Clair then said that she would give me her personal tour of the store and introduce the many items that she has available. One of the first things that she showed me was a daring red leather outfit that she said that she could see me wearing; it was currently being modeled by a mannequin display that I was currently looking at before they came over. It consisted of frilly-type lingerie, all in deep red with matching stockings, which I had visions of me wearing, but to top off the outfit the model had a corset around its waist running from just over the breasts down to her crotch.
With both Sue and Clair urging me to try it on, I reluctantly agreed, mainly to shut them up and also out of curiosity as to what I would look like in the outfit, plus I had never worn a corset before and wondered what it was like to wear one. Dragged to the changing room by Sue as Clair went off to fetch the outfit, she soon returned, and I was made to get undressed in their company, with Clair assisting me in getting re-dressed in the new outfit. I quickly covered myself up in the underwear, my embarrassment not unnoticed by the two women, who laughed and called me silly.
Each stocking was then put on by Sue and Clair together, and it felt like I was being dressed like a little girl again, and had visions of Clair getting me ready to display in the stores' window. My thoughts were interrupted when Clair placed the cold leather corset around my naked skin, though it quickly warmed up as it was pulled tight around my waist. Sue aided Clair in lacing the corset and then in tightening it around me. The leather held my body in its grasp as Clair pulled the laces tighter with each tug. Finally she managed to bring the two ends of the corset together around the back; my waist felt like it was held in a vice, I could barely breathe, let alone move. Both of them told me to take shorter breaths as I adjusted to wearing the corset and that it would be easier after some time.
Clair ducked out of the changing room to get something else that I needed to wear, leaving me with Sue, who stood there admiring the way I looked in this new outfit. She moved me around and over to a mirror so that I could take in my reflection, and I must admit that I did look amazing as she had told me. I felt her hands on my waist as she emphasized how much smaller my waist was now with the corset. My eyes were drawn down the other parts of the outfit I was dressed in, the see-through panties doing little to hide what mother nature had given me. I felt myself blush as deep red as the clothing that I wore.
The curtains opened again with Clair’s return, in her hands she had a pair of very high heel shoes, with straps that would hold them on to my feet. Without another word or allowing me to protest that I would never be able to walk, let alone stand in those shoes, she was down on her knees, grabbing at my foot to place inside of the shoe. With Sue’s help to steady me, Clair managed to get both of my feet not only in the shoes but firmly strapped and locked in them as well. I only noticed the locks as they glinted in the lights of the changing room.
Sue then left, saying that she had something in mind for me to try on as well; Clair then started to adjust what I was wearing, her touch felt nice, and little jolts of electricity sparked around my body in response to what she was doing to me. It felt like a special intimate moment between the two of us, only interrupted when Sue returned with more items in her hands. Handing one of them to Clair, who then reached around my neckline and placed the leather collar around me, bringing the two ends together and fastening them to tightly but firmly hold my neck in place, the collar holding my chin in its grasp.
Now to look around, I would have to move my body, but Sue wasn’t finished yet, she had some more items to show me by placing them on me, willing or not. It was like they were both playing dress-up with me as the dolly. My wrists were encircled with matching red leather cuffs, each loc
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