December 6

When he returned he was attracted to my nightgown. He didn't notice that my knees were tied. He cuddled me and we went to the bedroom.

When he got to the bedroom he laughed at the sight of the scarves spread over the covers. I lay down while he undressed.

Then he sat down to tie my legs. He was amused when he discovered the scarf that was already there.

I ended up with an elbow tie, wrist tie, and knee-to-shoulder ties. He blindfolded me with my uniform scarf (we found that hilarious). I was lying on my back. He played with my -ahem- for a while. I liked that. I wanted him to fuck me but he didn't.

The blindfolding really focuses my sensations. Definitely a plus.

After a while my arms were falling asleep so he had to untie me. It's so irritating when a simple little thing like circulation interferes with my fun!

So then we had sex.

Friday was my day off. I shopped with Jace during the day, then we went to my home for some bondage. My obsession of late has been unlocking the secrets of the hogtie. It seems that no matter how you do it, the finger can reach the ankle knots. So I tied Jace in a hogtie, being careful to put the knot on the top of the foot. He didn't find the knot, and had to be released. But I wasn't satisfied. If he'd been left for a long enough time, he would've found the knot.

I had to untie him because his hands were going. I'd done the wrists too tight.

Then I asked Jace if he would tie me. He took so long to answer I thought he was going to decline again. But he said, "All right, I'll tie you the way I tied myself this week." (He'd borrowed my ropes for a few days.)

It was impressively tight. He latticed the legs. Then he looped each juncture. He got everything pulled so taut, I thought my entire legs would fall asleep. The skin bulged to the extreme, like the Centurians Body Harness.

For the rest we combined ideas. He tied my elbows together -- perfectly. We decided to leave my wrists untied to see if we could make a position where I still couldn't reach any knots. I wound up tied in a ball.

I rolled around on the bed as best I could. I couldn't find any knots, although I could touch my stomach and leg-ropes with my fingers. Jace sat down by the door to have a cigarette. We were having great fun. Then my sister came downstairs, calling for me! Jace opened the door and she came in.

Gretl sat on the bed next to me and talked about her problem with her teacher. I tried to be serious and respond to her feelings, but I felt awfully silly lying there all trussed up. She didn't bat an eye about it; she just talked with me. After a little while she said "Do you went to be untied?" (I was still trying to find knots with my fluttering fingers.)

I said "No, but I'd like to be turned over."

She resumed talking about her teacher as she grabbed my knees, gave me a push and whump! put me on my other side. Ah, that felt much better. I also discovered a knot and began untying it. Gretl said goodbye and went upstairs.

I got my legs untied but there was no way to get my elbows free. Jace untied them for me. That's the great thing about tying elbows. You absolutely can't reach the knot with teeth, fingers or toes.

I'd originally believed that I'd only enjoy being tied in access positions, like the spread-eagle. But my experiences have proved me wrong. I like the coziness and helplessness of ball-ties -- being made into a bondage package appeals to me.

When Chaz came over yesterday he got all cuddly. We had about an hour to kill before it would be time to go to Gretl's performance. I knew Chaz wanted to "get naked" (and he said so) but I felt like being tied. I was all dressed up and wanted to do a damsel-in-distress photo session. I've been dying to use up the film from the Halloween Bondage Nurse pictures, but the camera works sporadically and it's hard to use.

Chaz was acquiescent so I set up the living room with lots of lights.

I was wearing my thin-strap half-transparent bra, my delicate white blouse with the shoulder pads, my black bondage skirt, black hose, and black pumps.

I set the high-back dining chair in the living room. High-backs are great for bondage. Modern chairs are too low and lack lots of cross-bars to anchor ropes to.

Final knot, out of reach

Damsel not distressed

Damsel checks the clock?

First tape gag... too thin!

Chaz took pictures with my mouth PVC-taped, pictures with one shoulder bared, my skirt hiked, full bra exposed, and a few of me getting out.

The tying job was exceptional. The camera has a battery problem, so we had to wait a while between each picture -- and my hands didn't fall asleep, so we could take our time.

I tried to have good expressions. I'm not much of an actress but I went for a damsel-emotion. I enjoyed most just being tied up in a such an attractive way; I love having breast ropes, and I was extra-happy with Chaz pulled my blouse off without my having requested it. He's starting to anticipate the details that I want.

Escaping was fun. Chaz was genuinely interested in what parts of his tying were planned wrong. In the past he's always had to untie me right off because my hands were falling asleep. Now he's over the too-tight hurdle and can start watching the escape process -- that's about the stage I'm at with Jace now too.

December 7

Last night Chaz and I went out to dinner and I said to him, "I really appreciate your tolerating my bondage, and it's nice to do these things with you. It doesn't even need to be bondage with sex -- doing it as an afternoon game is great."

He agreed and said, "I don't even think it has much to do with sex, for you. There's something else about it. The main thing is not the sex."

I thought about that. "I feel different after bondage no matter what situation it was. I feel happier around you. I even feel differently about you lately."

Maybe it's the special kind of focusing and attention I receive when I'm tied up. The attention makes me happy?

Luckily so far Chaz hasn't gotten tired of tying when I request it. But I believe eventually he will get tired of it.

Well, who knows? Maybe I'll get tired of it. I'm a young thing, I'm only 24 -- for all I know, this is just a fad.

A tremendously prolonged fad, of course, since I've had these sorts of fantasies for about ten years now.

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