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Posting Date 2004-02-16 15:07:48
Author friskypierre
Title Tied to the bed
Category tried Sado/Masochism
Where it happend In a cottage in england
Age then 22
Age now 39
Gender MALE
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Story Length 481
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Tied to the bed

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Cathy was 3 years older than me. I first met her on a cruise liner; I was a passenger on a 7-week voyage, and she was one of the ship's officers. She had a pretty face and well-proportioned, but what attracted me was her confident manner. She did not suffer fools gladly, and was never shy in taking others to task for their failings.

During our trip I met up with her several times, and we would sometimes party together in the officers mess and in some of the officers cabins. It wasn't long before we ended up sharing a bed.

Her uniform drove me wild; white blouse, black skirt, court shoes, with black stockings and suspender belt, bra and pants, to match.

After the trip we kept in touch, and I would visit her at her country cottage when she was on leave. One evening, after a nice meal and a bottle of wine, we went upstairs ready for bed. Although I suggested she tie my ankles and wrists to the bed (which she did quite eagerly, with silk scarves) I was very pleasantly surprised when she remained partly dressed in stockings and suspenders and a long fur coat, and produced an old horse-riding crop from her wardrobe.

I now know why so many girls like horse-riding; it's a good training for how to control their man. Needless to say, with a few gentle flicks of the crop, I was putty in her hands, and was in seventh heaven when she sat on my face. I loved sucking her off, and was only sorry when she came that she didn't feel like doing it all again straightaway.

She told me that one of her fantasies was to attach a rope to a hook high on the wall of her bedroom and have me stand underneath it with my wrists tied high above me, until she felt ready to use me again.

My next treat was to be allowed to shave her pubic hair; naked and on my knees, with a bowl of warm water, soap, and a safety-razor, I paid great attention to the task in hand, and after feeling for any tell-tale stubble I was soon satisfied that she was completely smooth. After each time I was allowed to do this I always asked if I might test out my handiwork with my tongue, to which she always agreed by sitting on my face.

Sometimes when only my wrists were tied to the bed she would order me to roll over for a few more strokes of the riding crop, which was guaranteed to fire up my enthusiasm again.

Sadly, a few months later, our jobs took us apart from each other, but I still think back to what might have been between us, in a developing FemDom relationship.


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