SBS – Surprise Bondage Service · Part 2 (2/2)
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ulled me off, leaving me to apply the ring gag again with my pants down. “Thanks Bob”, she whispered before I put the ring in. Diane and I were just in the room when Mark came up the stairs, calling for Helen.
We had laid some of Helen’s clothes on the stairs, to make sure he’d come upstairs and not lounge at the TV. Another good thought of Diane. “Helen, what the heck..!!!” he exclaimed when he saw her. We could hear him circling the bed. “Who has done this to you…is this one of your surprises again?” He needed some time to realise she could not speak, then untied the ring gag. “Hi Mark, trust me, I have done this for you and me. I could look you straight in the eyes, if not for the blindfold. I loved how you took me the other day with my arms tied.
Please take charge again and take me violently while I still am helpless.” Something in her tone must have touched the right nerve in Mark, for first we could hear from her muffled tones he had put the ring gag back in pace, then from the excited muffled tones he enjoyed his wife helpless as well. “Well done, Bob” Diane quietly whispered into my ear. “Now we have to wait until he makes enough noise so he won’t notice us leaving.” I kissed her gently. “Got enough pictures?” She nodded and added “You bet. You are going to enjoy watching this. And by the way, just to make sure you don’t get any ideas, I firmly believe I can do better then Helen.
I saw you enjoying yourself over there on the bed.” She got to her knees and undid my trousers. I was stunned at first. “Diane, not here, not now!” I whispered. The new Helen was obviously inspiring a whole new Diane as well! She had lowered my underwear already, my instincts were showing themselves already. “Why not? They’ll be busy for a little while and we have to wait here anyway. Now shut up and enjoy your wife pleasing you!” I did, she did. And of course some more when we got back home and I could tie down this lusty wife of mine, to make her beg for mercy, and more mercy, and more mercy. Not only had Helen and Mark enjoyed the experience, so had Diane and I.
We looked at the pictures and clip many times, and enjoyed our new joint hobby of being involved in other people’s erotic life. And the unfolding string of surprises was not over yet. Apparently either Helen or Diane (I guess both) had been talking with others as well, for after a few days I got a request from “a friend of a friend if I could perhaps please tie up a neighbour of the good friend” etc. In short, could I please expand my friendly service to Helen to other housewives as well? After the initial pleasant surprise (more people secretly into bondage then I had thought), I happily agreed, on the condition that Diane could be present as well.
For the ladies themselves to assure them they were not alone with some unknown guy who was tying them up erotically (but hey, they asked for it, right?), but also for me and Diane, to share the experience afterwards. When we explained we enjoyed it afterwards for ourselves, we could almost always take pictures too. And so our initial idea to help Helen, was growing into a hobby. Word-of-mouth spread quickly and we got a string of regular customers. I found myself binding women in their kitchen, tied to the table, in their bedroom wrapped as a mummy, in the stables to a stable post in between the horses, to the stairs, you name it.
During the bondage we had quite an adrenaline kick of doing something naughty (which always carried over to the lady being bound for her unsuspecting husband), and sometimes we had to hide when the husband came home, until he had fallen asleep and the released wife would let us out. On some such occasions Diane could secretly film the husband getting home, which made the movies even more tantalizing. Meanwhile I had installed a beamer in our own bedroom, showing random pictures of our bondage expeditions while we played ourselves. It gave us great sex, watching others, even better if we played with bondage ourselves too while watching other bondage.
This went on as a hobby for some time and was getting quite a strain in planning it with work and other private life things, when I had my Second Bright Idea (binding Helen for her husband was my first): ask money for it. This saw the birth of our own company: Surprise Bondage Service, or SB Service in short. Diane and I thought of several bondage options to choose from(‘Lite or Tite?’, ‘Standing or laying or folded?’, ‘Blind, mute or both?’) with various types of gear (ropes, leather straps, latex, steel cuffs, etc). You can imagine the fun we had in making the menu.
It was our illustrious Helen who came up with roleplay choices: ‘The Evil Burglar had visited’, ‘The Damsel in Latex threatened by a dragon’, ‘The Angry Supplier who had settled an unpaid bill’, etc. It worked quite well, we should have done this long time ago. Not only for the money it was bringing in (which was often spent just as quickly in buying all sorts of bondage stuff Diane & I had not yet ventured into), but also for the loads of bondage experience I was getting. Diane got to enjoy many new ways of being helpless which I had learned or practised elsewhere. Sometimes she’d be the guinea pig for a scenario which had been requested.
We drew a line though at extreme SM bondage, in spite of some high dollar requests for painful or humiliating bondages. Our bondage was pleasure bondage only, and we intended to keep it at that. As we live in a big city, there were surprisingly many women looking for a new challenge in the bedroom (or elsewhere in the house, as I mentioned earlier) to keep us busy. Often we had to be very creative and quick in our escape when the husband arrived (we made a point of never leaving the wife alone until he was safely close), adding to the spice of our fun. We even found ourselves under the bed once, with all our camera’s and stuff, when the husband arrived a bit too quickly.
Diane was about to hold the camera up for a quick picture, when I restrained her….just. Now that we had become semi professional, it was easier to explain Diane’s camera too: we kept files of what we had done to the customer, to avoid repeating a specific bondage. We did not have to mention our own joy in watching the pictures at home any more. And boy, did we enjoy ourselves. After while we had our own collection of mummies (both in rope and in tape, my favourite), some suspensions (boy, that took a lot of practice on Diane to get right, but it gave great positions too), outdoor (trees and terrace tiles are not nice to a naked ladies’ back, I know now), or even in a bath.
One very special Surprise Bondage Service had been in an office, where the wife wanted to surprise her well known CEO husband after a meeting. Clad in very nice lingerie (I made sure Diane got the address), we strapped her in red, white and blue leather straps: arms behind her back, legs double folded, and many straps in many other places. She was put on his desk as a life size paper weight. Our escape route on that one was via the window-washer trolley, and Diane got some great shots of the event afterwards, as we hovered just above window sill level outside….on the 23rd floor…..and the CEO was caressing his packaged wife.
Another very special Surprise Bondage Service I fondly remember was a birthday package. This lady’s request was on the edge of what we called extreme…well, it sure was for us at the time. She knew precisely what she wanted, just not where to get the stuff or how to have it done. This is where we came in: both for the shopping and as the bondage experts to have her bound. It took quite some preparation time, too. We had to borrow a friend’s car to get the major piece to her house: a 2m long richly coloured gift box, including decorative wrap….here’s what she wanted.
She had requested to bring the biggest size vibrator and butt plug, which she inserted herself front & back, and locked them into place, humming away, with a steel chastity belt. She then put on a complete latex cat suit, hood, feet, gloves and all. We sat there waiting our turn and admiring her determination. Our turn came to bind her with rope in many stages: ankles, below the knees above the knees, wrists to thighs, thighs together, elbows to waist, breasts (nice cut outs, that cat suit). She had this lovely figure which I still have bright in my memory: just the right spot between “healthy full” and voluptuous, to look absolutely stunning when trussed as she was.
Every single one of her lovely curves was highlighted; the ropes weren’t that tight (we knew she had to stay in them for a while) yet seemed to hold her strongly everywhere. Next up for bondage was her head: the cat suit hood had eyes & mouth openings. We put a special pump-up penis gag with breathing tube in her mouth and locked it in place with a strap. Then came a heavy duty leather hood, again with only mouth and eye openings. After some fidgeting to get both the breathing and pumping tube through the hood (in spite of my earlier practice on Diane, who was into gags anyway), we laced it as tight as we could.
She looked at us with bright eyes as we then pumped the gag, as per her request, a large as we could. It strained her jaws against the hood, yet she wouldn’t blink (the agreed signal) until we pumped twice more. She stood immobile already, fully stuffed in all her openings, yet we were to wrap her extensively in house hold wrap. In all we spent three rolls to cover her literarily from head to toes, with only her eyes and breathing tube sticking out. She had been very specific about the eyes: she wanted to see his reaction when he would find her.
One could see the latex suit and rope bindings through the wrap foil though, and she had clearly intended her husband to discover things one step at the time. We laid her down carefully and put her in a heavy duty body bag, with only her head sticking out. We were sweating by that time, I did not want to know what she must have been like. Yet she gave the OK signal every time we asked. The body bag was secured with 2” wide straps, some 6 or 7 of them. This multi layered package was then put inside the gift box I mentioned earlier with a card on top of herself in her own handwriting: “Happy Birthday Darling!
Please take your time in unwrapping your gift!” The box was put smack in the middle of the living room, he could not miss it when coming home. It was another 30 minutes before he arrived and she must have been in the latex suit for at least 2 hours already, and the ropes an hour and a half too. Yet never a peep when we worked on her, apart from soft moans when the vibrators made her reach another climax. It was a great experience and we rewatched the pictures many times. We were so sorry we could not see him unpacking his wife. Diane had build up quite some bondage stamina by then, yet she could not stay in so many layers as this lady did. Our lives had truly changed forever.
3. The 3rd bright idea.
So our Surprise Bondage Service did quite well, yet it became ever more complex to combine our regular jobs with this expanding hobby. Then my Third Bright Idea struck me one evening, while I was taping her arms behind a lady and I saw Diane taking the pictures “for the file”. It was so simple and ingenious, I should have thought of it long ago. SB Service should become a website, tapping into the world market of bondage lovers. I could kick myself, me being an IT man myself and Diane being in Market Communications. We took the plunge and quit our jobs.
With a few web-cams in our own bedroom, we took several films of ourselves in bondage action, which I edited into downloadable clips with Diane unrecognizable. Under that main condition, she was surprisingly helpful in showing herself erotically to the world. She now had evermore reason to come and join my “bondage deliveries”, to take pictures and to film. By now, we had both very well developed our Peeping Tom fetish. She made a good website design, very pro in concept yet with the amateur look that seems to appeal more. All the pictures we had taken thus far were put on, with the faces shaded of course. Our customers liked their privacy.
Within days, our "Surprise Bondage Service for Lonely Housewives" website was a huge hit. Apparently there is an even bigger market for "bored & horny housewives" websites then there is for bondage sites, and we seemed to have tapped both. We had paying customers from all sorts of countries (Japan, Italy, Chile, you name it), downloading even our logo occasionally. It actually was Diane who got the ideas for different service levels that got our income to allow a second nice car. The Basic package was our original starter: we'd tie up the lady, take a few pictures ‘for our own files’ and leave. All this for a charge depending on the bondage gear she liked.
In the Extended Package, we'd take elaborate pictures and film of the whole process of binding her and putting her in a helpless situation for the husband to find his wife. This we would charge at 50% only, as we got the right to put this pictures and clips on our website, and we would earn from the downloads. To top it off, we had the Premium Package, in which we would leave carefully hidden spy-cams in the bedroom, to film the arrival of the husband and their sex afterwards. This would be "charged" at 100% discount, as these clips were much hotter on the website. We'd pick up the cameras the next day, edit the film into a clip and put it on the website.
It was great to discover how many women loved the idea of having great sex for free, at the "price" that they were anonymously on the Internet. Anything goes for a bargain, and we got great clips to sell as a result. Every package had a Plus option (Basis Plus, Extended Plus, etc), which meant they could keep the gear afterwards. There was a great take-up on this one (and turnover obviously), even with the repeat customers, who loved our creativity with new positions even though they had quite a collection of gear themselves after a few times. Our job-gamble had really paid off.
Our website had several levels of entry, depending on what people were willing to pay: just a gallery of pictures, or all the films, including downloads. Pretty soon we were making more money then we would have made with both our jobs, and all this with our great hobby: bondage and voyeurism! On the first anniversary of our website launch, I decorated our bedroom (which had become quite a camera studio already) with LCD screens everywhere, so Diane and I could watch a random display of all our films & pictures of our customers and ourselves in bondage. What a super turn-on that is.
It never ceased to give us great sex evenings, extra turned on by the pictures of bound ladies being taken all around us. And we are the ones who had bound them all, who had seen it all first hand, including the action of the husband while hiding in the closet occasionally. Those experiences were often the best, as it added extra spice both to us and to the lady, who knew we were there watching it all. Throughout all of this wonderful development, Helen remained our nr.1 customer and promoter. Mark loved the thrill of finding his wife in bondage, and she loved being taken in bondage.
Just as we discovered our Peeping Tom side, she discovered her exhibitionist side: it was an extra turn-on for her knowing that the world could see her in action. As she was a frequent customer, I wired up her bedroom (later her whole house actually) with cameras which she could activate herself easily. Her clips were always among the most downloaded ones, so this investment easily paid off. This way we would also get clips of Mark binding her, she had built up quite a bondage gear collection during our many visits (she was an ardent taker of our Plus service, she always kept & bought the gear in which we bound her).
Her fan club (yep, she had her special fans, many of which from Asia, and for some reason we have not yet discovered, from Norway) would send requests how they would like to see her bound next time (to which we all happily obliged). Helen gave us an extra idea for the website too: the DIY option with a clip. A customer could not only order a filmclip or pictures, but also a "How to do this bondage" instruction video (which I'd shoot with Diane or Helen), the gear which was used (the ropes, tape, leather straps, etc.) and all the unedited film material from the spy-cams we had not used on the web-site (faces still blanked out of course).
This allowed our fans to edit their own version of the clip, from different angles too, and play out the scene himself afterwards. The film editing proved very popular with our Asian customers, whereas the gear-option was ordered more often from Europe. It was interesting to learn the world by its favourite bondage behaviour…
Epilogue. Pleasing a customer, or two….
I rang the doorbell of tonight's sudden customer, a miss Sophie Cramer, on the agreed time. Traffic had been easy and I had pondered on sweet bondage memories for half an hour in the car. Sophie Cramer was an athletic person, almost 6 feet with classic curves & rounding. She had danced a lot in the past, still showing in her cat-like walk. Just what I needed for what I intended. We had a bit of time for introductions, so I explained her how I was going to do her request in terms of signals for distress, where I would hide until the husband had safely arrived, etc. She took this all in quite calmly, with a light sparkle in her eyes betraying her excitement.
When we got to the bedroom, she undressed without much hesitation, although she did hesitate a bit when I unpacked what I had planned for her tonight. I took pictures of her in various stages of bondage as we went along, from several angles too. First I packed her in a bright red leather corset, which I laced nice & tight. I topped it off with a black leather breast binder, which firmly held her cups above the corset. Although she had never been dressed in something like this before (I could always tell), she very much liked the experience (I could also tell). I told her to lie face down on the bed and I proceed to strap her legs double (thigh to calf) with 3" wide straps.
I then helped her sit upright again, her legs folded underneath her. I looked at the clock, 15 minutes until the husband would arrive. The last item should not be on for too long on first-timers: a heavy duty leather armbinder (I was in a leather mood today). Oh boy, she looked gorgeous, her flexible figure allowed her elbows almost to touch, and it looked great in combination with the corset. I shot loads of pictures, and she smiled into the lens, seeing I was adoring the way she looked. With 5 minutes to go I put on the final touch: a ring gag head trainer, with straps all over her head.
She was already drooling nicely by the time I had packed everything, apart for the camera, ready to escape. The telephone rang and the answering machine came on, her husband. "Honey, traffic's packed tonight, I'll be 20 minutes later" we could hear upstairs. I looked at her, all tightly tied up to receive her husband in surprise. Before I could ask she motioned no, she'd be all right. And indeed she was. She sat there upright in pretty uncomfortable bondage for 30 minutes, without a peep, awaiting her fate patiently, perhaps thinking of what was up ahead if she'd be found.
I checked her blood flow several times and after 20 minutes I gave her a drink through the ring gag, which she drank thirstily, yet she still did not budge. Hmm, with this stamina of holding out, I could see a repeat customer here, hopefully one for clips too…if the husband would take to it positively though. When mr Cramer finally arrived, he sure took to it positively, very much so. Their bed was creaking in no time after his arrival, I had to fight my urge to look around the door. On my way home, images of Sophie were on my mind, and I mentally pictured Diane in the same position. No, I changed that to Helen, Diane looks better in other positions, Helen's the more athletic of them.
What a great 2 years this has been since Helen came talking about her problems with Mark. Diane and I had sex like never before and made money with it too. I was planning how to surprise her tonight. When I came home, Diane was nowhere to be seen, although her car was in the drive way. It wasn't that late, so why would she be in bed? I put down my gear and walked upstairs, calling her name. I opened our bedroom door and found a special surprise: Diane was on the bed, bound in many straps and layers of tape, her arms behind her back, her legs to the bedposts, her body encased in foil, her head encased in a heavy duty trainer with huge ring gag.
She looked stunning, yet I had never seen her bound by anyone but by myself. How has she done this? The answer came from behind: a big push in my back toppled me onto the bed, next to Diane, with someone climbing on top of my and grabbing my arms. I recognised the smell before the voice: Helen! I was too stunned to defend my self and before I knew it, she had an armbinder in place on me, and a ring gag in my mouth. She turned me over and I had another surprise: she was dressed in a latex catsuit, including a Catwoman hood. "Yep, my dear Bob, it's me, your lovely Helen.
I have suppressed my urge for control long enough with you guys, it’s time I am in charge again!” She proceeded to take off my pants & underwear, and tore off my shirt somehow around the armbinder. This was not quite the bondage sessions in which Diane took the lead, yet somehow I liked it. Not only because it was Helen, but also because it was with Diane next to me, with indeed Helen in charge for a change (as I had been for many, many bondage sessions). She saw I was growing excited. Hey, there was no way in hiding it. “Like it, eh? Well, wait till you see what I’ll be doing next to you” she said with a mischievous grin under the mask.
“As if I’m finished with you yet!” She pulled my legs apart and sat in between, preventing me from closing them. She got hold of something somehow and started to fumble with my manhood. I liked the sensation and tried to see, and as I did, I suddenly was not so sure I liked it. She was attaching a mean looking set of straps around my Long John, and a 1” wide steel ring around my balls. As soon as she let it go, I could feel the weight puling my balls down.
“See, my dear Bob, you may be into soft bondage, I discovered recently, as Mark could tell you if he could speak tonight, that I have a streak of dominant SM in me!” With that, she pulled the final strap firmly in place, and my Longjohn was well & tightly encased, in a straight jacket so to speak. She tickled my balls, who were straining under the weight of the thick steel ring, with her nails, looking at my reaction, and at Diane’s. “There now, you relax and get used to the feeling. Enjoy the show” she said and moved over to Diane.
I tried to get used to the feeling, yet laying on top of my own arms with all of my weight, with some other contraption holding my attention lower down as well, “relax & get used to it” were not the words I would have used. However, when I glanced sideways, my own situation was quickly forgotten. Helen was slowly working her way on Diane, using tongue, fingers and vibrators of various sizes in various places and rythms. It was obvious she had wanted to do this a long time, and judging be the reaction, Diane did not quite mind. She was well tied up and could hardly move about, yet her sounds were clear enough.
I was surprised how well she managed to eat Helen through the ring gag when Helen sat on her face, later moving around to a 69 position. My own situation was painful yet exquisite, a rock hard Longjohn ignoring the squeeze from its own prison. After what seemed like an eternity of beautiful play between a latex clad lady and a strap & tape bound one (I lost count in the number of orgasm they had), Helen turned her attention to me. “Well, done, Bob, not a peep while we played. You deserve a reward” she said as she went down on me mouth first. She pleased me almost to a climax, then let go and sat herself on top of me.
She was very much enjoying the power she had over us, it was at least half her kick. And then suddenly, as I was drowning in the pleasure of being pleased while bound, something struck me. Could this be the Next Bright Idea? The husband surprised and bound by a dominant burglar (Helen in fetish outfit), forced to watch his wife being played with (bound too?) by the Surprise Bondage Lady. I knew the cameras were rolling (Helen would have taken care of that), and vowed to make sure it got a prime spot on the website. I looked sideways at Diane, saw her looking at me with love & lust in her eyes, then looked at Helen on top of me, stroking both me and Diane lovingly.
What a great hobby to have as a job, I thought and let myself go with whatever Helen had in store for us tonight.
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