When I Look
Back
When my Donnie
and I first started dating, all the time we were married, all the years
together we had a very active and loving relationship – and part of that was he
liked to tie me up and gag me, and I liked to be tied and gagged. When he was a young boy, our son Tony also
liked to tie me up and gag me – and now that Donnie has gone, he does that for
me as well, and when he does, I tend to look back on when Donnie did it to me.
Like today – my
mind went back to the early eighties, when Donnie and I took a cross country
trip in a rented SUV, and when we stopped one night he asked if I wanted to
spend some “quiet time” as he put it. I wanted
that, so we ate barbecue that night – I was wearing a white short sleeved top
and short black skirt with high heels, Donnie was wearing a checked shirt and
jeans.
Then we went
into the vehicle, and I sat on the window seat, watching as Donnie found some
ropes with my arms wrapped round my bent legs.
He came back over, smiled, and kissed me before tying my wrists tightly
together, and then my ankles before he used another length of rope to link the
two. He then smiled as he brushed my
hair from my face and pressed a length of brown sticking plaster down over my
mouth to keep me quiet.
And he needed
to keep me quiet, because he started to kiss my neck and fondle me, making me
feel so good as he started to make love to me.
Kneeling behind me, I felt his hands on my chest, and it felt so good….
My hair is grey
now rather than brown, as I sit here and watch Tony using red rope to secure my
ankles together. Today, I’m wearing a
red, blue and white striped short sleeved blouse open at the neck, with a pair
of panties – and a nice white scarf which has been folded into a wide band and
tied tightly round my head by my son, the ends hanging down my back.
My wrists are
crossed and tied together in front of me with red rope, and then Tony had tied
them down to a second band of rope that he’d tied my legs together above my
knees.
Finally, there is
another band of red rope round my arms and body, the same rope going over my
shoulders and wrapped round the band between my breasts. It wasn’t the tightest I have ever been tied
– but as Tony stands up and asks if I am all right, I nod and smile under the
over the mouth gag. For today, it is exactly
what I need, as I watch the television through my glasses and relax.
That was a relaxing
afternoon – and it made me think of the first time Tony helped Donnie to secure
me. He must have been about ten years
old, and I was wearing a dark blue denim dress with red heels. He had been to a cub scout meeting – and yes,
it may sound like a silly thing, but he was one – and he was showing me how he
had tied two sticks together with rope.
Donnie
congratulated him, and then asked Tony if he wanted to practise his knot tying
some more. Well, he was eager – and then
Donnie smiled as he asked me to lie face down on the couch I was sitting on.
I smiled and
did just that, as Tony asked his father what he wanted him to tie
together. I heard his answer, and then I
felt him cross my wrists behind my back before I felt rope pulling them
together.
I figured it
was Tony doing it under Donnie’s supervision – the binder was doing it slowly,
but he was taking care, and making sure it was as tight as when Donnie did
it. I felt one last tug, and then I felt
Donnie lifting my ankles up and crossing them, before the rope rubbed on my
bare limbs.
Donnie was
teaching Tony well – I felt his little hands as he took the rope between my
legs to make it tighter, and then heard him ask if I was all right. I rolled onto my side and nodded, before I
said I thought he had done a wonderful job – and that was when Donnie pressed a
strip of silver duct tape over my mouth, and Tony started to tickle my sides as
I giggled and wriggled about…
Tony lives with
me still – and when he came home from work today, I asked him if he would make
sure I could not move or talk while he prepared supper. I was wearing an olive-green polo shirt with
a Dubai design on the left pocket, matching shorts, dark hose and black heels –
and Tony was more than happy to do this for his mother, as he fetched some
lengths of rope and began.
The first thing
he did was to take my hands behind my back and bind them tightly together with
the white rope, taking the rope around and between my thin limbs so they were
snugly secured together. He then wrapped
another longer length of rope around my arms and body, pulling them into my
sides so that they were locked into place.
But Tony went further
- he took the rope over one shoulder, then fed the rope round the band between
my breasts and pulled it up as he took the rope over my other shoulder. He then fed the rope under one arm, between
my arm and body, and pulled it up before taking the rope round the back of my
neck, and under the other arm. All this
made that band holding my arms to my body so much tighter – and so much nicer.
I sat myself
down in an armchair and watched as he put my feet on his knee, and tied them
tightly together, the rope going round and between my legs as the white rope
contrasted with my dark tights. Tony
then secured my legs together below my knees, and again above my knees, each
band cinched by taking the rope between my legs, each knot where I could not
reach it.
I nodded as I
wriggled round, and then watched as he tore a strip of silver tape from a roll.
“Just like the
first time I did this?”
“Just like
then,” I said with a smile as he pressed the tape down over my mouth, and then
a few more, before I wriggled round, feeling the ropes as I moved and loving
the way they made me feel, and then watched Tony head to the kitchen…
Thinking these things
over makes me remember those very special times with my husband and son – and
there is a particular birthday that came to mind when thinking about that.
I was forty-five
and was coming down the stairs to find Donnie waiting there. He looked at me and said, “that outfit looks
fantastic.”
I was wearing a
white blouse over a black dress, natural hose and red heels, and I smiled as he
said that – and then I saw the wide strip of red silk he had in his hand. “For me?”
I asked, and then he nodded as he tied it round my head, covering my
eyes.
“What’s going
on,” I said, but I was smiling as I was led somewhere, and then helped to sit
down on a chair. A high back chair, from
the way my back was supported, but not an armchair – a dining chair?
I then felt
someone take my arm down to my side, and the rope as my wrist was tied to the
back support. I could hear someone
walking round, and then the sensation as my other wrist was secured into place.
Rope was then
used to tie my waist to the chair back, and then my upper body. I could not see what was happening, but I
could feel the pressure on my body, and the way the ropes were being tied it
felt as if they were framing my chest as well.
My upper body
was certainly secured, as hands put my ankles together and I felt the rope
around and between my legs. Once they
were held firmly together, I could feel the hands stroking my legs as they were
secured more, bands going round them above and below my knees so that they
really were locked to each other.
That was not
the only thing my mystery binder did though – I felt mor rope round my ankles
before they appeared to be secured to something, and the on my lap as the bands
pressed down. Whoever was doing this, it
was clear they wanted me to stay there.
They also
wanted me to stay quiet, because I felt whoever it was gently open my mouth,
and then push a cloth in. Silk, by the
taste and feel on my tongue, as I closed my lips over it, and then felt
something tugging on the skin round my mouth.
I tried to talk – but could not, as the blindfold was taken away.
Donnie was
standing in front of me, smiling – and as I turned my head to the side, I saw
Tony standing there, smiling as he showed me a roll of white tape. I glanced down to see the ropes holding me
there, my blouse opened up by the bands – and then heard Donnie.
“Happy Birthday
– and Happy Birthday to you as well Tony.”
Didn’t I
mention Tony had the same birthday as me?
And this happened on the day of his 21st birthday?
That was twenty
years ago – and for my sixty fifth birthday, Tony has bound me in a similar
way. I’m wearing a red top with a
picture of a cat wearing a bandana on the front, jeans and red heels – but I’m
also in one of my dining chairs, my wrist tied to the chair back and ropes
around my chest and the chair back – as well as over my shoulders, keeping me
even more firmly in place.
Tony had also
secured my ankles together, as well as my legs below my knees – and then pushed
a folded cloth into my mouth, before folding a red bandana into a triangle and
then tying it round my head, covering my mouth and preventing me from saying very
much.
Very much at
all, as Tony smiled and showed me my presents…
I said Donnie
had left me – and the memory of that last Christmas is still fresh in my
mind. I came down that morning, wearing
only a red Santa jacket over a white blouse and heels – only to see Donnie
standing there with the red blindfold.
He smiled as he
put it over the banister, and then showed me a set of black fur cuffs, which he
fastened round my wrists. I jangled the
link chain that held the cuffs together, while Donnie blindfolded me and then
led me into a room. As I sat down, I realised
I was on a couch, and then I felt the rope as my ankles were forced together.
I then felt my
legs being drawn together above my knees, and with my fingers I felt the soft
rope as it was pulled tighter. I could
also feel my husband’s hands as he pulled the rope between my legs, and then
stroked them as I felt him sit next to me.
“Merry
Christmas,” he whispered into my ear before he kissed me, stroking my back as
he did so, and then opened my robe up as he caressed my chest. I felt his lips on my neck and mouth. And
moaned in response as he slowly, carefully brought me on while I was helpless.
The way he made
love to me that morning was so wonderful, the most amazing of Christmas presents
– and sadly, the last he was able to give me before that damned infection took
him from me…
So how did I
spend today, you ask? Take a guess, and
you’ll be close enough. I’m wearing a
dark grey jumper with a deep V-neck, a dark skirt, black hose, and black
heels. Tony has secured my wrists together,
crossed on my lap, and then tied my legs together above my knees before he
secured my wrists down to them.
My ankles are
tied together as well, and there was rope round my arms and upper body – cinched
between my arms and body so all I could do was wriggle about. I also had a red sponge ball in my mouth, and
a strip of grey material tied over my mouth.
But I was not
alone – Mark had his wife here as well, lying on the floor as he pulled her
bound ankles back and secured them to the rope round her upper body. She also had her legs secured and her upper
body like me, and a white cloth round her head to keep the sponge ball in her
mouth.
I’m so glad he
found someone to play these games with as well, because it means the family
tradition can go on…
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