I always felt bondage was a great way to show affection. From the outside, it might seem a bit cold and uninviting. Knowing that someone is intentionally causing discomfort to another can seem that way until you realize that the other person is willing, and sometimes even craving it. I figured that I would share an experience I had once a few years ago with a lady I was dating at the time. Even though I wasn't as experienced as I am now, coupled with her biting off a bit more than she could chew, I know she enjoyed herself. I know that I did.

We had just finished shopping all day for various things, including sex toys, since it provided a different way for us to enjoy each other's company. After getting home, we went through the different things we got, one of them being bondage tape. I was excited about getting to use that, as well as the little bullet vibrator that had a silicone overlay, ribbed for her pleasure.

Some light kisses and fondling led to us somehow losing our clothes in the midst of exploring each other's bodies. After a bit more of exploring, I asked if she had ever been tied down to a chair before. She shook her head, so I followed up by asking her, "Do you want to be?". Her eyes lit up and without hesitation, she agreed. It was something new to her, it was adventurous.

We gathered whatever things we could find to use in our bondage adventure: different belts, scarves, our new toys, and went to the chair. While we affectionately pecked over each other's face, I guided her to take her seat and begin the process.

If you have ever used bondage tape, you'd know that it's self-adhesive, so it doesn't pull on the skin or stick to anything other than itself. I began with her wrists and hands. She had her palms pressed together behind the back of the chair, so I spooled the tape around her hands. I didn't really plan on making the bondage neat or tidy, I only planned on it being functional, which served its purpose. Her hands were covered with the black tape, up to the middle of her forearms. I asked her to test it out, and she squirmed a little, trying to shimmy her hands out from under the tape, only for the slack to make no leeway.

Throughout the entire process, I'd asked her how she was doing, how everything felt, and how she was feeling. I also talked with her the entire time. Some of it was small talk, but most of it was to make sure she was doing okay. For her first time being bound, she was doing fairly well, but not only that, I noticed the glistening on her pink lips. She was as excited about it as I was, which only enthused me to continue.

I decided to use one of my belts on her torso. A plan had started to form in my head, and I realized that I needed to keep her stationary for it. Kneeling in front of her, I trailed kisses along her lip-line and her chin. I pulled a belt around one shoulder, strung it behind the chair, then looped it around her free shoulder, making almost a figure-eight shape with the leather. I brought the ends together behind the chair in order to loop the leather end into the metal buckle.

Now that she was held in place, I tickled her sides to watch her test her bondage and to also get a free show. It was adorable to see her face light up, cackling and squirming, while also begging me to "Cut it out!". Laughter is definitely contagious, so I took it upon myself to add a bit more fuel to that fire. Once I stopped, I let her catch a bit of her breath back before I continued with the task at hand. I grabbed a couple of her cloth belts, since they were softer and would be used to bind her ankles. I cupped my hand beneath her arch to lift her right leg slightly, and began to wrap half of the first belt around her soft skin. I always like a reason to touch a pretty lady's feet, since I adore them. I made a small knot, and spooled the rest of the cloth belt to the back right chair leg. I pulled out most of the slack in the belt, which lifted her foot off the floor, and because of the width of the chair's seat, it also parted her thigh. I made another quick knot to hold everything together.

For her left leg, I repeated what I did for her right: wrapping half of a cloth belt around her left ankle, knotting it, spooling the rest around the back left chair leg, and knotting everything once the slack was pulled out. Her thighs sat parted, open and helpless for whatever was to follow

Everything up to this point, and afterwards, was all in the spirit of having fun together, and giving her a new type of experience. Our shared enthusiasm is what made it such a memorable experience for the both of us.

I asked her how everything felt, if anything was too tight, and if she was comfortable. Everything came back positive, so to watch her test out her nearly completed bondage, I swiped my fingertips across her arches. Like earlier, there was cackling and squirming, telling me things like "Cut it out!", only this time everything was laced with obscenities. She had the mouth of a sailor, so I saw it as an opportunity for a gag. The cherry on top of it all.

Reaching on the floor for her balled up panties, I swiped them across the slit between her thighs, dampened with lust. I made sure to clean up as much as I could, before letting her smell her panties, taking in the mess she made. There's something about the smell of your own sex that can drive you crazy, especially when you're infatuated with somebody. That smell, you associate it with your lover, it reminds you of them.

I didn't even have to ask her, I just pressed the ball of panty up to her lips, and she obediently opened wide. I packed them into her mouth as much as she could fit, which wasn't much, before pulling one of her stretchy scarves between her lip-line. After a few spools around her head, I covered up those bright blue eyes staring back at me with a couple layers of the scarf. I tied it all together with a quick knot tied into a bow, something of a quick release should anything go wrong.

I asked her if she was doing okay, she nodded. I asked if she could see, she shook her head. I gave her a safeword to use and asked her to shout it through the gag as a test. I could hear her laughing through the gag at the thought of yelling "Super Nintendo!", but bless her heart, she did. It was fairly unmistakable through the gag, and she did a good job.

And so this is where all the real fun began. I gathered her little bullet vibe and fired it up in my hand. It only let out a small buzzing, but as many will tell you, "It's not the size, it's how you use it.", and used it, I did. I swiped it between the slit of her shiny lips, lubricating it to tease her little red button. Already, she began to twitch, grunting through the gag, helpless in almost every manner. I fondled her breasts with one hand while kissing along her inner thigh, the toy in the other hand to continue teasing her. I'd pull it back for a few seconds before applying pressure to her clit again to give her a bit of a breather. I also didn't want her to cum so soon after all the effort of having to tie her down.

Another swipe, I noticed the silicone overlay had a little tongue-shaped tip at the end, which was most likely meant for what I was about to use it for. I brought my wandering hand down to brush my thumb lightly against her swollen clit, leaning in to kiss and peck on the tip of it a few times, before using my pointer and middle finger to press down on either side of it. This exposed the very tip of it, opening it to the elements. I connected her with the tip of her toy, and let it buzz on it's highest setting.

I still remember the noises she made, moaning and yowling in lust, like an animal in heat. I loved every minute of it. She didn't struggle too much besides her legs twitching, until her first orgasm started to form. Even though her mouth was full, I could still make out "I'm cumming!". That's when the struggling began. Twitching and trying to pull away, her breathing got noticeably sharper. It was almost as if the orgasm was choking her as her noises stopped and her head was held up high, her torso was twitching and bucking in her bondage, trying to find some sort of relief from it all.

Eventually, it all ceased once she sank into the chair, her head hanging, while her nose took in large, heavy breaths. I pulled the toy away and caressed her cheek, asking her if she was okay. She meekly nodded. I only had to say one word. "More?". She nodded again in the same manner. I made sure to remind her that she could ask me to stop at any time. That's what our safeword was for. I'm sure it gave her comfort, given her current situation.

That's when I began again with the second round. This time, there was no lead-up to it. I'm pretty sure it wasn't even a minute before I heard her shout through her gag, "I'm cumming!". I loved the sound of urgency in her voice, with her body convulsing within the little slack she had in the bondage. I pulled the toy away again once she slumped in her chair, catching her breath.

I don't know how long we were at it for. I lost count after the 5th or 6th orgasm, but it wasn't too long after that when the last orgasm was what did her in. She shook her head after the last orgasm, she had grown too sensitive. I couldn't blame her, she had most of her pent up sex purged out of her.

The first thing I did was undo the scarf blinding her, as well as holding in her gag. I pulled it out of her mouth for her and saw how drained she looked. I asked her how she felt, and while she was still trying to catch her breath, she cracked a little smile and nodded sheepishly. Those piercing blue eyes told the whole story. I rehydrated her with a bottle of ice cold water, opening the bottle for her and holding it up for her to drink.

I eventually managed to undo all of her bondage, a somewhat long process especially considering how much tape I used on her hands. What's nice about bondage tape is that it can be reused, somewhat, depending on what condition it's in, so I saved as much of it as I could for another time.

I helped her stand up, and led her to the bed. I remember her shaking, as if she was freezing. My instinct was to lay her down and hold her as close as I could. I don't know how long we laid there, in silence, but it could very well have been at least an hour or two. It was one of the most satisfying nights I've ever had, it felt whole and complete.

So that was one of the most memorable bondage experiences I've had. It's also when I developed my love for orgasm play, specifically forced orgasms. Did you like it? Do you have any favourite bondage memories? Feel free to share some. If you wanted to play something out, I won't stop you. I also like to chat too, so don't be afraid to start a conversation with me. :)