November 22

When Chaz came over yesterday we cuddled around. He was in the mood, and he took his clothes off fairly quickly. Twice he began taking my clothes off and I deterred him. I was trying to decide whether to do the bondage. If we did include it, I wanted to be in what I was wearing: a silk blouse and long skirt.

Finally I asked if we could try sex with bondage. He said "Anytime you're ready." He did oral sex on me for a while and I decided I wanted to. I got out the old cotton ropes and instructed him on tying me.

I had him tie ropes around above and below my breasts. He was surprised how tight I wanted them.

He tied the wrists with the knot palm-side. I wanted to be careful that I wouldn't be lying on any knots. He took a fourth rope and looped it to the rope in the center of my back, then looped it around my bound wrists.

I don't even know how he tied it. I was distracted I guess.

Until I lay down I didn't feel excited at all. But when I lay down, with my hands up behind my head, I got aroused. I asked him to unbutton the blouse and open it. He did and he pulled gently at my breasts.

He suggested tying my legs but I declined. I didn't want to try too much at once.

He rubbed the head of his cock on my vulva. I was completely wet. Apparently I'd been lubricating the whole time he was tying. I guess bondage causes a physiological reaction in me even before my psychological reaction begins.

I was breathing faster and I felt really sexy. I was dying to be fucked. I asked him to lie down on me.

His chest pressed against my tied breasts. I really liked that. He fucked me and it was great. He was enjoying himself too. Occasionally I wiggled my hands. They were tied securely, but my hands didn't fall asleep. I wanted to struggle but felt too ashamed to act that out.

I think in the future I'd like my legs tied also, but maybe not soon.

I'd like to figure out a comfortable gag because part of the fantasy was, you know, being taken; I had the skirt hiked up and the blouse pulled open and it would have been complete with a gag to whimper through.

Afterward he untied me and I had really reddish-purple welt-marks on my wrists. They weren't so bed on my chest. I reassured him that they didn't hurt.

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