LAUREN'S BOOTS

Even though the style is nothing new, here in the eastern US, it seems like more women than ever before are wearing knee-high boots with dark yoga pants or tights, or jeans tight enough to show thong panties underneath, then something like a long sweater on top. This devastating look always gets my attention, revs my imagination, and has spawned a new sexy bondage scene. Enjoy!

 

Lauren's Boots

"This is unusual for me...but...yeah...let's leave now...", Lauren stammered a little, her lips twisted into an inviting shy smile. We were at her cousin's outdoor fall wedding, and had danced near each other a couple of times, her outfit always drawing my attention, because Lauren was dressed in exactly that boots and tights style I’d been obsessing over...! Her boots were soft chestnut suede, with side zippers and heels, and she wore them with burgundy tights, and a long knit sweater.  Watching her dance, all I could think about was sex and tying her up. And that my apartment was nearby. 

Between music sets, seated at the bar, I introduced myself, and after doing the usual "who are you here for...?" routine, something noticeably juicy was already building between us. Just then, the band returned, and invited everyone back onto the dance floor, opening with Elvis' "Love Me Tender". I asked Lauren to dance, and by the time the song ended, we were both a little shaky. I whispered to her that my apartment was nearby, and, taking a big chance, about wanting to tie her up. "Ohh, I've never tried that...", she whispered back, "...no one ever...", her voice tapered off and I could feel her body tense up, then relax into the music and against me. With my hand in the small of her back, we barely managed to keep dancing until the song was finished. We quickly gathered our stuff, said our respective goodbyes, and left, not caring if anyone knew we were hooking up. 

Like teenagers, we made out in the car first. Then a quick drive, an elevator ride, and we were in my apartment, both nearly jumping out of our skins. I poured us some wine and we sat close together on the couch. "So this might all surprise you, this bdsm stuff, and smash your comfort zone...", I continued, "...but I want you to know that it’s all in pursuit of unimaginable pleasures...” I paused, took a breath, and continued, “,,,besides me getting off on tying you up…”, big grin, “…and fucking you tied up is…well…you’ll see...whew…bondage is about driving you to the most outrageous, crazy wild orgasms you’ve ever imagined…! Priceless…” I grinned and paused while Lauren took that all in. “Uh-huh…tell me more…”, she invited me. “And I'll always ask your consent, so you'll control how far we go.", I promised.  There was that shy inviting smile again. "Yeh, I mean I've been spanked a couple times and sort of liked it...", Lauren grinned, "...but never tied up." I was pretty sure I saw her tremble.

We finished our wine. "Come with me..", I stood up, reaching for her hand, and we walked into the bedroom. "Now take off your top...", I instructed Lauren, "...slowly please." She did as told, revealing a sexy red lace bra. "Now cross your wrists in front of you...", I guided her arms into position, and used a length of red rope to tie her wrists tightly together, leaving some rope dangling down. "Uhhh-ohh...", she grinned and mocked the scene. "Oh sure, go ahead, laugh now while you can...!", I admonished, while coming around behind Lauren and wrapping my arms around her waist; she gasped a little when I pulled her close.

 "Now sit down here...", I said, pointing to the high bench at the foot of the bed. "...as close as you can to the front edge of the seat." I helped her sit down. "Scoot a little more forward ...right, just like that...that's perfect. Now cross your ankles...". I knelt down, and using another length of rope, tied her ankles together, right over her boots, leaving a tether length for later. Now she really was trembling, and when I leaned in to kiss her, she responded eagerly with a wet open mouth. "Oohhhunn, I'mmm soooo hott...!, she whispered deeply. "Ummm, yeah, so good...and there's more to come...!", I promised her. "Stay put...". Now I was doing the mocking.

I stood up and admired my captive. "You look so seriously hot, I could jerk off right now...", I taunted her, "...but I have hotter plans for you." "Oohhhh, doooo you....", Lauren taunted back. "Now I'm going to restrain your arms with this...", and I showed her the restraint strap. "How-w does uh, that work...?, she asked. "You're about to find out...", I smiled, climbing onto the bed and kneeling behind Lauren, then cuffing each upper arm, and adjusting the connecting strap behind her back so her arms were pulled back, and her bound wrists were pulled tightly against her body. "OHhhh, I see...", she grinned and grimaced at the same time, "...that's so tight, I can hardly move my arms at all now...!", Lauren said, her voice cracking in that thrilling combination of annoyance, surprise, and excitement. "That's the plan...", I responded with a smile. Still behind her, I came closer and wrapped my arms around her, touching Lauren's breasts for the first time - and she almost fell off the seat...! So hot feeling her hard nipples through the sheer red bra; I brought a hand up to her mouth and she eagerly sucked my fingers.

 Now it was time for the final rope trick. I grabbed the large body pillow and tucked it right behind Lauren, with some on the bench, some on the bed. "Now you're going to lay back...", I told her, and together, we got her laid down and (you know...mostly...) comfortable. "Ohhhhhhh...uhhh...what...now....??", she mused.  "Almost there...", I promised, as I knelt down in front of her on the bench, and peeled her tights and panties down to mid-thigh; she trembled with excitement when I leaned forward and kissed her bare thighs. Now reaching down, I took hold of Lauren’s ankles, and pushed them back under the bench until her boot tips were on the floor, bending her lower legs, and forcing her to slide forward, to the edge of the bench. "OK...?", I checked. "Uh-huh...", she responded, and I tied the tether rope from her ankles to the frame of the bench, restraining Lauren's bound legs underneath. 

"Now for the final tease...", I whispered, and with that I stood up, looped a length of rope around her wrists, and brought the two ropes down her stomach, knelt back down to spread her knees apart, and then with one rope laid on either side of her pussy, pulled the ropes down, between her legs, and under the bench. She had slid far enough forward that the ropes made tight contact with her pussy. "OOoooOOOHHuuuhhh..", she gurgled and twisted on the pillow, as her breathing and moans became quicker. "Uhhhh...that's...very...naughty...uhhh...", she breathlessly protested as I tied the ropes to the bench frame. "Are you still good here...?, I asked, "...because there's more. I'm going to gag you and make you come with a vibrator." We both almost came right then, me just telling her that. "Oohhhhhhhhhhhh.....uhohhhh....kaaayy...", she nodded. 

"Open wide...", I instructed Lauren, and leaning over her, placed the small red ball gag into her mouth, adjusted the position so she was most comfortable, and then, "Lift your head a little...", buckled the leather strap behind her head. "OK, I really am gonna jerk off right now...", I teased, to her muffled, wriggling protests. "Just kidding....", I said, "...maybe later. Right now, it's time for you to come...". The ropes on either side of her pussy had forced Lauren's clit upward, and I began stoking the little mound with my finger, making her press harder against the two crotch ropes; she was so close to coming already. "Do you want to come now...?, I taunted her. She nodded, pleading...and when I showed her the vibrator - a vibrating clit pump - and told her there would be both vibration and suction, her eyes showed wild anticipation. Without hesitating, I placed the vibrator over Lauren's clit, turned it on, and slowly increased the intensity. "Uhhhnnnnggguhhh....!!!" was her lovely gagged response, along with thrusting hips. When I added the suction, Lauren went nearly crazy, and within moments, she came wildly, bucking and moaning like I've never heard before (or could possibly capture here...), making my cock feel like two feet long. 

"Ooohhhhh....uuuuhhhhmy-y-y-y-y...g-o-d...!!", Lauren gasped for air, having pushed the gag out of her mouth. "UN-fucking-believable...!", she panted, still shaking. "Yesss, that's a good girl...", I smiled, "...I'm not done with you yet though...", I grinned, "...and the gag must go back in for the finale...", I told her sternly. "UMF...!!", she replied, eyes twinkling, as I buckled the gag a little tighter this time. Now keeling at the bench, I untied the crotch and ankle ropes from the bench, allowing Lauren to happily stretch her legs; I kept her ankles tied together though. “One more position change to make…”, I prepared her, climbed onto the bed behind her and the pillow. I dragged the pillow and Lauren onto the bed, far enough so her ankles just extended over the mattress, and her hips were still high on the end of the pillow. I stood back and appreciate this lovely bound woman. "Ummmm, Lauren…perfect. You are so beautiful…and an eager, thrilling submissive...", I admired her, while moving the bench aside. 

Then I knelt and untied Lauren’s ankles - but not for long. I quickly tied a rope to each ankle, and then down to the bedframe corners, spreading her legs apart as far as her tights, now pulled taut between her thighs, allowed. Quite a sight. "Now a little something to plump you up more, just for me...", I prepared her.

Sitting back next to her on the bed, Lauren involuntarily quivered when I showed her the flogger. "I'm going to flog your pussy with this. You can stop me at any time...", I prepared her, "but first...the crotch ropes...", this time, I brought both ropes from her wrists down and over Lauren's clit, right between her pussy lips, and then tucked some under her butt, to hold the ropes in place. "Ready...", I whispered, and started by dangling the flogger tails everywhere, up her stomach, over her breasts, then back to her pussy. I began whipping her over the ropes with soft strokes in a quickening rhythm, when suddenly, moaning furtively through the gag and straining hard against her restraints, fingers outstretched, it was obvious that Lauren was about to come again...! 

"Ahhh, my favorite moment has arrived...again…!", I told her, and wrapped my seemingly two foot long cock in a condom. Climbing onto the bed, and wishing I had a scissors to cut her tights apart (!), I managed to get right anyway, and with some lube, leaned in, sliding deeply into Lauren's orgasmic pulsating pussy. "Gaaaaaa...!!! Suuuoooooo hot...!!!", I gurgled, pounding hard right away, while Lauren’s hips thrust up against me, spurred on by sputtering gagged moans. Under these insanely hot conditions I didn't last very long and came like hot lava. I might have passed out for a moment.

Since her wrists were still tied in front, I collapsed to Lauren's side while catching my breath; I reached up and unbuckled the gag strap, taking the ball out of her mouth. "Uhhhmahhhh...", she grunted and licked her lips. "Uhhh...huhhhh...", I responded; we could only manage sounds at this point, not words. Finally, my strength returned enough to sit up and release the cuffs around her arms. Lauren happily wiggled her arms and shoulders, while slid off the bed, and untied her ankles. Finally, I untied her wrists, and she flopped her arms out wide onto the bed, sighing huge and pleasurably. "Ohhhhh...myyy...wow...!! That was the most incredible experience I've ever had...!", she gushed. "Oh, no, don't say 'ever had', because maybe even better is yet to come...", I grinned, "...and with the sexy submissive you are, we'll have some ridiculous, amazing thrills..!", I assured her, "...that is, if you want to play again sometime...", I taunted. "Hmmmm, may-be, just may-be...", she said with a pondering face, quickly turning into laughter. “Huh..this sure turned out to be one helluva great wedding…”, she mused. “ Uh, what did you say your name was again...?". 

..Lauren grinned.

ONE STRAP

After 30 years together, Bianca and I have developed a solid egalitarian relationship, honoring each other's ways, whether similar or diverse. We're both strong-willed, and driven equally intensely in our own directions. Except in the bedroom, where I'm a relentless top. And ever since the first time I tied her wrists, Bianca has been my willing and eager submissive for bdsm sex. Although we play decidedly on the lighter side, I'm always pushing her limits in pursuit of greater pleasure. We usually make sex time an event, like we did yesterday. 

Last week we bought Bianca a knee-length black slip, purely for sex; it had been showing up in my fantasies, and was missing from her lingerie collection. Yesterday, I watched her create and dress in a mouth-watering outfit, with a stretchy, tight-fitting sleeveless beige top, a pair of black crotchless pantyhose, and that black slip; very cosmopolitan. Skin, stretch, texture, sheer, shimmer, tease, yum, Bianca felt incredible everywhere, anywhere I touched her, over or under the slip, stretch top up or pulled down over her breasts, creasing her nipples, and the heat built so quickly, oh, she might not even get tied up this time...!

But wait, how about... Bianca thrills at having a long satin ribbon sliding through her pussy, being pulled tighter and tighter...and with that I leaned back and blindly reached into the bondage drawer for one of those thin satin ribbons. But what I pulled out instead was a wide bondage strap I made years ago, from thin, supple black leather and Velcro, so another plan. 

Bianca was lying back, and I laid the strap over her pussy, and tucked one end far under her butt, enough to hold while I began pulling it tighter, to the rise and fall of her hips and moans, grinding against the strap. Very hot, very quickly. Then came a wicked idea...and I began twisting the strap around and around, watching it become a stiff, yet flexible tube, and parting Bianca's pussy lips, laid the leather against her clit, and pulled tighter. "Uhhhhhhnnnnahhhh...uhhh...!" she gasped, "...lube! Need juice...", she begged. So I took the strap end out from underneath her, lifted and slid two fingers of lube onto her pussy, and now with one hand pressing the strap end firmly into the bed now, I could, and did, pull the leather tube even tighter. "Ohhh...ohhhh...OHHHH...", she shook, as we went that exciting little bit past her limits. And that was enough for me, too.

Strap removed and thrown on the bed, her slip lifted all around, Bianca's now throbbing pussy framed delish by those crotchless panties - it was selfish pleasure time. And I took my time, starting slowly, getting harder and longer inside her (she really likes that...well, we both really like that...!), and pumped my way to an equally delish orgasm. "Uhhhhhhh...", she gathered her breath, "...give-uh-me-uh-a-vibrator...!", Bianca begged me. The curvy silicone rabbit was within easy reach, so I handed it over, and laid back to watch...and caress her breast and nipples while she used the vibrator to finish herself off, to a rising crescendo of, "Uhhhhnnnnnnggggoooohhhhh...!!!", and with thumping, thundering hips, she came magnificently.

Funny thing though - we both came so fast, it was almost disappointing...! "Next time, let's get a white slip...", Bianca grinned. "Yes...! Ummm, white slip, white fishnet thigh-highs, and crotchless white panties...", I conjured. "And a lacy white bra...?", she asked with a twinkle. I could see it already.

SELFISH PLEASURES

"It's amazing how detailed my imagination can get when I imagine you in bondage...", I told Bianca. "I mean, I've got everything choreographed...", I laughed, "...and this one has been in my mind's eye for weeks now...!". "Oh, I can hardly wait to hear..." she said sarcastically but with a wry grin. "That's why I'm writing it to you first...", I smiled. "It's pushing your limits, but if the story gets you hot enough, maybe your limits will adjust to match...", I added.  She laughed, took the printed copy I handed her, and with coffee cup in hand, sat down and began reading.

"I've got this idea for a bondage scene...", I told Bianca while we were sitting at breakfast, "...and that short black slip we bought yesterday brings it all together...". I set the stage, "...it's time for black lingerie, flogging, gagging and very restrictive restraint on the big sex cushion." "Wow...!", was her slightly startled response...she gulped..."go on...". "I'm going to use you exactly how I want you, purely for my own pleasure, until I come. Then I will make you come.", I said. "Go on...", Bianca said. 

Later that day, "Here, help me into this...", Bianca smiled, as we fitted her into the fishnet and strap top, and I tightened the straps. Next, she put on a pair of crotchless black pantyhose, and that new black slip. Lastly, she stepped into black pumps. "Oh, honey, you look sensational...!!", I gushed, stepping in close to her standing there to feel her pressed against me, my hands caressing satin, fishnet and her skin. "Now let's get you ready...", I directed her onto the bed where the sex cushion was already waiting, "...I want you kneeling over the cushion." With some adjustment, we found the perfect position, where Bianca was comfortable and the angle was good for me. "Perfect...", I licked my lips. "Bring your legs together...", I instructed her, and taking a length of rope, I tied her thighs together, just below the slip. "Ohhhhhh...", she gasped a little. When I slid my hands up under the slip to feel her bare skin, she gasped a lot. "Mmm..more restraints now...", I warned her, and buckled a collar around both ankles (turns out, it fits perfectly...). Under the slip I could see Bianca's hips already swaying, yummy. "Now put your arms out to the sides." I wrapped a cuff around each wrist, and connected them to underbed straps, so her arms were held outstretched. "Oooooohhhhhhhh....I can barely move...!!", she barked and struggled. "Exactly the plan...you know how I've been showing you that the more and tighter you're restrained, the more intense the pleasures are...?" She reluctantly nodded, and wriggled around to get comfortable.

"Now you're almost ready for me...", I smiled, reaching for the small suede flogger. "First, though, three strokes of the flogger over your slip, and three strokes with the slip lifted." I could hear her breathing change when I said that. "Here we go...", and with that, flogged her butt six times, leaving Bianca trembling and shaking with heat and excitement. The ones with her slip lifted were especially hot. "Ahhhhhuummmmmm...", she gurgled.

"Almost there....", I teased her, untying her thighs, and replacing the ankle collar with individual cuffs, moved her legs apart, and used the bed straps to restrain them there. I knelt behind her, stroking her back and the sides of her breasts, down over the satin of the slip, onto her legs, touching the skin of her thighs with my cock, lube on my fingers teasing her pussy. "Oh-oh-oh-oh...uhhhh...", her moaning became rhythmic and urgent. "And now for the final touch - I'm going to gag you with the ball gag, and fuck you, at my own pace, for my own pleasure...", I said. "Oh, real-ly...", Bianca challenged me and kind of froze. "I know this is past your limits...", I explained, "...first because it's the ball, and second that having it really be tied on is more, too. Could be unexpectedly exciting, though - it's another aspect of the more restrained=more pleasure thing.” (It's amazing that we can talk things like this through in real time, like a sex sidebar.) "I dunno...", Bianca shook her head. "Hey, you won't be gagged for long anyway...", I offered, "...because I think that hearing you moan through that gag will get me off in like 12 seconds." We both laughed. "Well-l-l, ok...", she said cautiously.

I knelt back behind Bianca to tease up the heat first, after our deep discussion, and with a few strokes of her thighs and neck, tightening the straps on her fishnet outfit, and lifting her slip, she was shaking and I was throbbing. "Now open wide...", I prompted her, leaning forward and gingerly worked the small red ball into her mouth. "Uhhnghghuuhhh..." she protested as I tied the sash behind her head. "Uhhhnnnnahhhhhh...", she adjusted to the gag, and then made an unimaginable, shrieking sound when I put my cock into her the first time. "Ahhh, yehhh, tha's it.....", I crooned, taking slow, long strokes, holding her hips down on the cushion...until like I promised, I came in like 12 seconds...! And the sound of Bianca moaning crazy through that gag was priceless.

"I'm not done with you...", I said, grinning, because this bondage scene had more pleasure to make: hers. "I can take the gag off now...unless you want me to keep it on...?, I ventured, "...nod your head up and down to take it off, side to side to leave it on." Incredibly, she shook her head sideways. "I'll make sure you're happy with that choice...", I excitedly responded. "Uhhhmgghh...", her eyes twinkled. "First, let's make you more comfortable...", I said, detaching her wrist cuffs from the straps (she sighed happily...), and bringing her arms in, I attached the cuffs to clips on the sex cushion base. "Now let's make you cum...", I said with a devilish grin, kneeling behind her, feeling her quiver at my touch, and then gasping (that noise with gag...? astounding...) as I surprised her by inserting a vibrating egg into her pussy...!

Stroking her butt and thighs, I turned on the egg. WOW. Yay for wireless controllers. Bianca's reaction was immense, and her hips began pummeling the cushion. I was laying on my side, head to foot with her, positioned just right so my cock was in her hand (we both like that...), and I could see and reach her clit and ass. "Now I'm going to get you off with my fingers...", I teased, "...and of course keeping the vibrator inside you...!". More delicious gagged moans as I turned the egg to #5, Bianca's favorite cum pattern, and dripping some lube on my fingers, teased, fiddled and diddled her clit, and squeezed her ass until she climaxed at earthquake level, shaking violently, tugging at her restraints, bucking and grunting, making gagged noises so hot I was getting hard again. I was grinning broadly at the thrill of it all, when Bianca motioned for me, "Mmhhhffugug...!", to remove the gag. I sat up and untied the sash, she smacked her lips, and I leaned over and kissed her, then reached down to stoke her still-quivering butt. "Tha-that...was like nothing...I ever felt before...I thought...I might...actually...go crazy...! It was so intense...", she stammered. Then Bianca smiled, "...and uh, yes...you made that a really good time for me...!", she twinkled. "Oh, very very good...", I grinned. Limits have been stretched. "Now, how about if I stop the egg (we both laughed...), take it out, and untie you?", I offered. "Oh, pleeazze...", she begged.

SLAVE GIRL

Sometimes I like to cuff one of Bianca's ankles, and connect it to an underbed strap pulled from the foot of the mattress, and restrain just one of her legs. It might as well be a shackle and chain, because in that moment, Bianca is my  classic fantasy sex slave, chained to a bed in a castle tower somewhere. It's hot foreplay for us, and usually leads to more bondage, although sometimes that's all the restraint that's needed. This was not one of those times.

"No, not my legs...", Bianca appealed to me, lying on her back and holding her arms outstretched instead. "OK...then I'll just do one leg...", I grinned. She was wearing white pantyhose with an attached lace garter belt, and her favorite loose-fitting satin top, and we'd both been enjoying the outfit. "I really like these...", she said about the stockings, "...they fit perfect and they're holding up great, through cuffs, Velcro, whatever...", she smiled. .". Between the silky satin of her top, and the mix of skin, lace and sheer from the stockings, there's lots of teasing touches, and things were already hot. When I wrapped Bianca's ankle in one of her favorite red leather cuffs, she gasped and her whole body quivered, an unusually stimulating moment. Then reaching under the foot of the mattress for a strap (you have got to have one of these on your bed...!), and quickly clipping it onto the cuff, in the heat of that moment, I pulled the strap very tight, much more than usual. "Owww!...", Bianca protested, "...too much." I apologized with a grin, loosened the strap a bit, and adjusted her ankle cuff.

Bianca still had her arms invitingly outstretched. "No, I have another idea...", I said, wrapping her left wrist with a matching red leather cuff and looping a length of black rope through the ring. "I've been rewriting Very Very Missionary for the University, and that got my imagination going. It's a great position we both like and haven't done in a long time." 

With that, I slid the rope ends under her back, brought her arm down by her side, and reached over to slowly draw up the slack, until Bianca's arm was held against her side. I got up and walked around the bed to cuff her other wrist, standing so my hard cock was in her hand, a favorite tease. But then I made her let go, brought this arm also to her side, looped the rope through the cuff's metal ring, pulled tight, and tied it off, so now both Bianca's arms were held firmly against her sides. "Ahhh...nice...", I stood back and admired my luscious bound submissive.

Seeing the length of leftover rope lying next to her moved me to action. I brought the rope back across her hips, then back under her butt twice, then over her hips and back under again, this time up between her legs, right over her pussy, with enough rope left for me to grab and control the position and tightness. "Oooohhh, that feels so cool....!", she gushed, as I wrapped the ropes around her. "You'll never get in with the ropes tied around my thighs like that...", she taunted me. "Oh, no worries honey, they're tied up high enough...", I smiled, "...but first...". And with that I brought Bianca's unrestrained leg in, and straddled her with my cock laying between her thighs. "Ummm, I want some of this favorite pleasure right now...", I grinned, while slowly dry-humping Bianca's restrained body, my cock stroking her thighs, until she begged for some lube, which I gladly applied, and then moved up and slid my cock downward over her clit and pussy. "Oooooohhhh! Uhhhh...", she gasped; this position was very hot, and after savoring a few strokes, quickly led to more. I stood up, cuffed her other ankle, and using a side bed strap, restrained her leg open wide, and returned to my very very missionary position, this time inside Bianca, taking a storming, unrelenting ride, and coming madly while she pulled so hard against those restraint straps.    

When I returned to consciousness, "Hmmmm, how about you now...", I invited her, "...how about a vibrator?". "Uh-huh...uhhhhh....", was her breathless response, so taking her favorite little pal from the nightable drawer, I placed it in her hand. "Ahhhh, yes, that's the one...and you could give my breasts some attention...", she begged, and I did. That wrist cuff could move around on the rope, so Bianca got the vibrator tip right over her clit, as I laid alongside her, teasing her breasts and nipples through the satin. I also took hold of the rope end and pulled, tightening the ropes still around her hips, as she got herself hotter and hotter with the vibrator and started to grind her hips up and down. Every time she lifted off the bed, I took up the rope slack, so that when she lowered, the rope would dig deeper into her flesh, until she reached a wake-the-neighbors pulsing, howling orgasm choreographed with buzzing vibrator, restraints and ever-tightening ropes. A very hot climax for both of us...!  

Slave Girl.

Bianca's favorite clit vibrator:

LEAF TOUCH