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Self bondage gone wrong

This is a true story from my youth where I grew up on a small lake out in the country in Central NY. I was going through puberty in the late 70's. Not only was this well before the age of Internet, but it was was also a few years before the advent of VHS porn. Sex education in school didn't exist yet either. Probably 99% of my sexual education was from my grandfather's vast collection of Playboy, Penthouse, and Hustler magazines. I honestly don't recall exactly which images I had seen in his magazines, but I do recall developing a curiosity of bondage.

My parents worked 45 mins from home, so when they left in the morning, they were gone until at least 5:00pm. Like every other day in the summer, I had the whole house to myself. On this one particular day, I must have decided to experiment with this new found sexual curiosity. I went into the basement and found some twine. I then proceeded to cut off four equal length pieces and added a slip noose at the end of each piece of twine. I then tied the other ends of the twine to the four posts of my my bed. I remember thinking that I'd be fine tightening the noose on my ankles and one wrist, but I'd need to keep the twine somewhat loose on the other wrist so I can get myself free again. I wasn't really fantasizing about myself being tied up, more so a pretty girl that lived nearby that I'd love to see tied up like the girls in the magazines. But since I was way too shy and inexperienced to even ask her to do something so crazy, this is the closest thing I could do.

Well, like most dumb kids, I totally miscalculated my risk. The next thing I know I'm tied up naked on my bed, spread eagle, and face up. I tried a few times to get myself free, but I was just making the restraints tighter. It's still early in the day, so I'm now facing the reality that I'm stuck in this position until my parents get home in 7 or 8 hours. Since we often got a cool breeze at our house, my parents never bothered to install AC. My 2nd floor bedroom window was usually wide open to catch this breeze. While our house was a year round house, the house next door (on the same side of the house as my bedroom) belonged to a HS gym teacher that worked 2 yrs away and she was only around for the Summer months each year. She was mid 30's, had very short hair, and we never saw her with anyone other than family members that would sometime visit her. Today, I would probably have suspected that she was a Lesbian, but back then I was clueless about things of that nature. Typically she'd be on her screened in porch which just might be within yelling distance. But before I even got to that thought I was surprised to hear her doing some gardening on the edge of her property, less than 30 feet away. I decided that based on my stupid self-induced predicament, that yelling out to her for help was probably my best option, and I better do it now while she's close by.

OK, here goes nothing! I yell out "JOYCE!! JOYCE!!". She walks towards our house and yells back "what's wrong?". I say I need help. Living out in the country back in the 70's meant your doors were always unlocked. So I could hear her walk away from my window, then I heard our front door open. She knew I was calling from upstairs, so she found our stairs and started to walk up them. I tried contorting my body as much as possible to cover up my "very terrified" privates, but the twine pieces were very short and I wasn't fooling anyone. She walks into my room as I'm twisting my body and looking away out of shame. While still looking away, I say "please don't tell my parents". She doesn't reply back to me, but all of a sudden I feel a towel being thrown onto me. Like most teenage boys, I had left my bath towel on my bedroom floor instead of hanging it back up. Her aim could have been better though. The tossed towel is totally covering my face and upper body, but I could tell that my crotch was still partially exposed. I remember thinking that she was probably a little flustered from all of this as well and it was nice of her to at least attempt to cover me up. She said "I'll be right back" and I heard her leave my room and go into our bathroom. I'm assuming she was looking for scissors or something to cut the twine. A minute later I hear her return and I feel the mattress compress a little. I'm thinking that she's put her knee on the bed so she can reach over me to cut the twine on the far side of bed. I say again "please don't tell my parents".

Now I begin to realize that she's actually sitting on the edge of my bed. She replies "don't worry, I won't tell them". Next I feel her hand on my leg. As she begins to slide her hand up my legs, it feels like she has lotion on her hand. OMG! Is that what she found when she had left the room? Was she looking for lotion instead of scissors? I'm partially in shock and have no clue what I should do. I start to say something, but the words don't come to me. I had never thought of her, or any other older woman, in a sexual way at all, and I didn't have time to process what was happening to me. But here I am, a tied up virgin with an older woman taking sexual control over me. Like most men, the little head took over thinking for the big head and my previously limp cock quickly expanded to its full size. She noticed my erection and took it as a sign that she could proceed. The words really aren't coming to me now. How can I ask her to stop when my cock is telling her to keep going.

She now starts to stroke my hard cock and I hear her say "MMMMM, you have such a big beautiful young cock". OK, those words didn't help, now I'm harder than I've ever been in my young life. Then I feel her reposition herself a little and she takes my cock into her mouth. OMG!!! My first blowjob! I just lie there and moan. I still haven't been able to get a word out of my mouth since I had asked her not to tell my parents. I'm starting to feel like I'm going to cum, but then she stops and gets off me. Did I do something wrong? The towel is still covering my face, but I can hear clothes shuffling. Once again the I feel the bed compress as she mounts my still rock hard cock. I realize that I'm about to lose my virginity, and it's all happening without me doing a thing. I'd love to say that she had to fuck me for an hour, but she had me very close with the blowjob. After just a few minutes of her grinding on me, I'm finally able to get out my first words and I yell out that "I'm going to cum". I thought she'd jump off me in time, but that just encouraged her to bear down harder on me. I exploded into her and she just moaned and continued to ride me. Wasn't she afraid I'd get her pregnant? After about 5 minutes my cock has become soft enough that it slips out of her soaked pussy. She gets up off me, puts on her clothes, cuts the twine holding my right wrist, and then hands me the scissors so I can finish releasing myself. The towel is still over my face as she says to me "remember, this is our secret". She leaves my bedroom as I start to cut myself free. I didn't see her the rest of the day. It was probably a few more days before I happened to see her in her lawn, we made eye contact, but that was all there was to it. We never spoke about it the rest of the Summer, and I think the part of me that was grateful for the experience overruled the part of me that felt used.

The next Summer we never saw her once. It was the first Summer since she bought that house that she didn't use it. I recall my parents saying that maybe we should call her to make sure everything is OK. At some point we spotted one of her relatives taking care of a few things at the house.

The following Summer, she shows up with a 1 yr old baby girl that has blonde hair and blue eyes, just like me! She claims that she adopted the baby, but there was no denying that she looked a little bit like me. My mom even commented that she looked a lot like me when I was a baby. I sure hope my face didn't look too shocked when she said that! LOL

OK, I've had my fun. This story is 100% true, right up to the point where Joyce entered my bedroom. As soon as she saw me tied up, she cut me free, called me a "character", and left. I had to wait a few more years before I actually lost my virginity. I'm sure you can agree that I AM a character! :-)

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