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A Millennial Girl’s Bondage Adventure (Based on a Mostly-True Story)

Her first boyfriends didn’t know what to do really. Each played along, but either were afraid to really get into it, or weren’t really into it. Either way, just being handcuffed to the bed or having her hands tied behind her back really wasn’t doing it for her.

One college boyfriend got points for creativity. They didn’t have any rope, but he did have a roll of duct tape. He wrapped it around her ankles and then around her thighs, just above her knees, so her legs were tightly together. Then he flipped her over on the bed and, with her hands behind her back, wrapped it around her wrists.

Fully bound, he took out her vibrator. With her still face down on the bed, he lifted up her butt and, lubing up the vibrator, slid it deep into her already wet pussy. The he turned it on, the hum of the toy muffled up in her muff.

She almost came on the spot with that and started moaning, her body quivering. He picked her up in his arms, sat down on the bed and laid her bottom-side up over his lap.

“Have you been a bad girl?” he said sternly.

“So bad, Daddy.” She felt his cock get stiff under his pants when she said that, so she said it again.

“So bad, Daddy. Will you spank me for being a bad, bad girl, Daddy?” The cock got bigger and stiffer.

His first smack on her ass wasn’t very hard. “Is that all a bad girl gets, Daddy?”

His second smack was a full flat hand and it smarted as much as it sent a tingle fully over her body. She felt her nipples harden and she quivered and moaned. “Oh, Daddy, spank me again.”

Which he did. And then again. First one cheek then the other, firmer and firmer. She was writhing on his lap as her body began to shake with that pleasure and pain you get from a good skin-on-skin spanking, the sound of that smack. The vibrator was buzzing away, only making everything feel more intense, she just let go and started yelling “spank me, spank me spank me” as she came about as hard as she ever had.

He lifted her off the bed, still duct taped, and put her on her knees. He took off his pants and underwear and she saw his cock was actually throbbing. He brought it over to her. She opened her mouth and began to suck him. He held her head on each side and began to rhythmically face fuck her. She complied by closing her lips firmly over his hard shaft and big head, making a tight seal to take his every thrust. She found herself being turned on by this, being used in full submission. The vibrator had slipped out slightly but was still going and now was positioned more by her clit. It was tingling and she felt a wave begin to come over her. She felt his grip on her head get tighter, his body begin to stiffen and he fucked her mouth faster. The vibrator was doing its work on her pussy and with his cock pumping in and out of her mouth, she began to realize she was about to cum again and began to moan. He began to groan and letting out one loud throaty roar, he gave her mouth his full warm load, cumming again a few seconds after. She started cumming from the excitement of him coming and it was all she could do to focus on swallowing his cum even as her body shook from her orgasm.

Removing the duct tape was a bit painful and in the long run, that relationship didn’t work out, but she always kept that interlude in mind, more than once using it when she was alone and needed inspiration when she fingered herself.

Out of college and now on her own, she was bored and roaming the internet on her phone one night looking for something to do when she happened across an expo dedicated to “kink, bondage, S&M, and dungeon play.” One of the seminars was a “Beginner’s Ropes Course”. Oh yeah. She bought a ticket online immediately.

That weekend, she headed out. The expo was eye opening and vagina wetting. She didn’t know such a world existed, or so many worlds. Leather, nipple clamps, latex, pony fetish—and ropes. Vendors with rows and rows of rope. Some coarse and rough, some supple and silken, some thick, some thin, some pre-tied, others just coiled up. All colors. It was a bit overwhelming.

She went to the seminar, run by a thin guy with thinning hair, wire rimmed glasses wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and tennis sneakers. She thought he’d be dressed in leather or something, but he looked quite normal.

A young woman sat next to her, clearly excited. “This is Master Michael,” she enthused. “He knows everything about ropes. He can bind you so tight you just might cum from that alone.” Janet nodded politely. “Next, I’m going to Mistress Sasha.” She opened her program to show her a picture of a woman with big breasts stuffed into a tight leather outfit holding a riding crop. “She does ropes too, but thin ropes. She specializes in tying up your tits. Ties these girls up (she pointed to her ample boobs) so you think your nipples will pop off. Then she caresses them with the riding crop. It’s incredible. I actually squirted when she did that with me.”

The seminar started and Master Michael showed some simple rope methods on a volunteer. Looked pretty easy. And fun. Afterwards she bought his book, Ropes for Beginners: An Introduction to Bondage, went up to him to get it autographed, introduced herself and asked where she could find, well, find some one to show her the ropes.

He beckoned over to a guy standing on the side. He was in his mid-40s, looked like any number of the suburban Dads she knew growing up. Was wearing khakis, a blue button down shirt, and loafers. He looked nothing like what she imagined a bondage master to look like. “Mike, can you help this young woman please? She needs to get into the community.”

Mike smiled and gave her a card. “When you’re ready, just call me. I’d be happy to help.”

She took the card, bought some of the ropes recommended in the book, and went home to read up.

Next day, she called Mike. “I read through the book. If you’re not busy, I’m free for my first lesson.”

“I’ll be there in an hour. I need to pull some things together. When you answer the door, you are to be wearing only your panties and you are to be on your knees with your hands behind your back.”

“Okay,” Janet said.

“No. The answer is, ‘Yes, My Lord and Master.’ It is the only answer you are permitted to give when we speak.”

A warm tingley flush went through her body and she felt blood rush to her breasts and pussy at the same time as goosebumps rose on her skin. Finally, this was it. Even though she barely knew this guy, that slight feeling of that unknown danger was a thrill. She knew this was going to be fucking hotter than fuck.

The doorbell rang. She unlocked the door, stepped back and dropped to her knees, putting her hands behind her back. She pushed out her boobs a bit, her nipples already firm.

Mike came in carrying an athletic bag. He was still black jeans, a long sleeved black shirt and was wearing a black leather baseball cap.

He said nothing. He put down the bag, opened it, and took out a rope collar and leash and put it around her neck.

“You may stand.”

“Yes my lord and master,” she replied. He gave a small smile. “The safe word is ‘apple’. That is the only other word you are allowed to speak. Do you understand?”

“Yes my lord and master”

“Lead me to the bedroom,” he commanded. She walked forward, the rope leash slightly pulling on her.

“Lie on the bed, put your hands over your head.”

“Yes my lord and master.”

He left for a moment, coming back with his bag, and dumped a pile of various ropes on the ground. He looked at them as if a chef thinking about ingredients.

He picked up some rope handcuffs, slipped them around her wrists, and with another piece of rope, attached them to one of the wooden posts on the bed’s backboard.

“Remove your panties and spread and bend your legs,” he said firmly.

“Yes my lord and master.” She complied.

Then he took a piece of thick silken rope ribbed with small knots and gently ran it between her legs and over her pussy. It felt soft but the small knots added just enough roughness as it rubbed over her clit. She gasped and let out a little moan.

He began running it up and down her pussy and over her clit in a steady rhythm. She was moaning louder, pulling against the rope holding her hands behind her head as she began to writhe with the wave building through her body. She was gasping, panting in hard, short breaths, and came with a load series of moans.

“I am the best?” he asked.

“Yes lord and master,” she managed to get out.

He took another rope that had adjustable loops on each end and ran one end up her right leg to her knee and tightened it. He weaved the other part of the rope behind the posts of the headboard, then lifted her other leg up and slipped on and adjusted that loop snug by her other knee.

He then took out a long piece of rope, quickly secured it around her ankle and pulled her ankle and foot up against her thigh, just above her ass. Then he tied that off. He got out another piece of rope and did the same to her other leg.

Her hands were handcuffed above her head, her legs spread apart and held back. She couldn’t move them forward unless she could break the headboard. That wasn’t going to happen. All she could really move were her toes.

She was breathing heavy. This was exactly what she wanted. She was fully submitted. She was ready. She could hardly wait for what was going to happen next.

“I assume your vibrators are in the bedside table?” he asked.

“Yes my lord and master.”

He went over to the table and took out two vibrators, each a different size: one big, thick, black and very realistic, and another thin, pink, about the thickness of his thumb, and tapered at the end. “These will do fine,” he murmured. Rooting around in the nightstand, he found some lube.

He turned on the black vibrator, applied a generous amount of lube to her pussy, making everything slick and wet. He began rubbing the big vibrator over her clit. Her back arched up and she moaned loudly on a fast inhale. While he kept rubbing her clit, he took the other thumb-thick vibrator and started rimming her asshole with it.

She bucked hard, moving the bed, and moaned a long loud moan. She had double penetrated herself with these, but never had anyone else do it for her. Her breaths came in short gasps and she felt a wave coming over her as she had never felt before, building and building, her entire body starting to shake. He just kept rubbing her clit and rimming her ass.

Then suddenly he thrust the black vibrator into her pussy and began vigorously fucking her with it. She screamed out a loud “oh my fucking god” and came about hard as she ever had, except she couldn’t move, so the entire orgasm was concentrated, intense, filling every part of her with a hot flash, making her cry out again in a series of long ecstatic wails that left her gasping heavily as she tried to catch her breath.

But there would be no time for that. He pulled out the black vibrator and put it directly on her sensitive clit. She tried moving her ass this way and that to be free of it but that wasn’t in the cards.

“You will stop moving and take what I give you,” he commanded.

“Yes…lord and…master,” she weakly eked out.

And good thing too because the initial sensitivity soon passed and she began to find herself on the edge of another wave rising up. Her legs were shaking nearly uncontrollably, her body writhing as she began to lift her ass up and down to push harder on the vibrator on her clit.

That’s when he started to slip the other vibrator into her asshole. Gently but firmly, he began to fuck her butt with the thin, smooth toy.

Her entire crotch vibrating inside and out, one vibrator now in her ass, the other hard against her clit, she couldn’t hold anything back and came with another series of bed-shaking quakes she could barely control. The waves seem to go on and on, pulsing through every part of her.

She gasped for air and to regain some control but she was feeling so high, so drained, so completely drained, she didn’t have the energy to do anything but lie there and just let the warm glow keep washing over her.

He sensed it too and took the vibrator out of her ass and the other one off her clit.

“Apple, my lord and master. Apple.”

He stopped everything.

“Did that satisfy your craving?,” he asked.

“Yes, my lord and master.”

“Is this a community you want to be part of?” he asked.

“Oh yes, lord and master. Yes, yes, yes.”

He smiled.

“Then let me untie you,” he said.