December 12

I got the photos back of the chair-bondage. There are some red-eye shots, but they're nice overall. At first I hated them when I saw how skinny I am. It came as a surprise. But after I got over that I realized that the pictures are fairly good. I made some errors, and I plan to do the shoot again with these corrections:

l. Use wide tape for the mouth, not PVC. Probably buy black duct tape.

2. Use a darker blouse, maybe the caramel one. White rope doesn't show up on white blouses, silly me.

3. Wear a tight belt, perhaps my white one, to try to make my skinny figure more shapely.

4. Keep the knees covered with the skirt. My legs are just too thin, especially the thighs, as Chaz commented.

5. My posing: Do some closed-eye pictures, don't look down because it elongates my nose, try throwing head back sometimes.

I showed Chaz an issue of John Savage's Notebook which had some notes on tying models to chairs. He read it through with interest. Also on that roll of film were two pictures of me in my Little Miss Bondage Nurse outfit. I look terribly thin but the costume is amusing. Also the cleavage is perfectly in focus. Thanks, Mom.

This past week Chaz and I went out to eat and he told me that the company was already thinking about transferring him to Kzoo. He looked at me for reactions but I tried not to look disturbed. I wouldn't want him to make any choices while weighing me into it. Really, I'm a bad influence on him because at age 37 he should be shopping around to settle down. I'm not forcing that evaluation on him; he knows himself he wants a wife and children very much.

But... he's really responded to my fetish and been so supportive. I hate to have a long-distance relationship when everything is going so well. And I feel so close to him lately.

Welp, Thursday he called me and asked to see me. We went out to eat again and he said they were definitely going to transfer him. He was sad and asked me whether I thought the move was a good idea. I said, "how much of a raise is involved?" I know money is important for him right now. He said he didn't know yet.

I know he'll go. Turning down a promotion is like putting a gun to your head in most companies -- including the company he's in now. And he has a few friends in Kzoo. I guess I will visit him on weekends. He won't have a roommate so we could have photo sessions in his living room.

Maybe we could even have a Bondage Weekend. He plans to make me leather cuffs for Christmas and perhaps in January he would make leg cuffs. When he was in Florida he talked a lot about a harness for long-term bondage. I think it appeals to him. I would certainly enjoy trying it.

After dinner we went to my place for the night. I asked him, after sex, if he would tie me. We've still been discussing hogties. I brought out the soft nylon ropes I used back when I was first tying Jace. I'd stopped using them because they're hard to tie solidly -- they're very silky. Chaz liked them. He wrapped my ankles together without cinching. Then he tied my wrists together with cinching and wrapped the rope around my chest. He's really tuned in now to the detail of breast-ropes because he knows how much I like it.

Well he got me all hogtied but I escaped rather easily with the Jace Maneuver -- work the hands up and down against each other, then slide one hand up the other arm and wriggle it out of the knot. Chaz was dismayed and said "It sure is nice when we have time to have you escape" (instead of having to untie when it wasn't done right and hands are falling asleep.) "I can see where my technique was weak."

I said, "How about, I instruct you to hogtie me according to ways I don't think I can escape?" He thought that was a good idea. So we sorted the ropes and started over.

He asked me to put something skimpy on so he wouldn't have to worry about rope-burn. He gave me rope-burn once while trying to hogtie -- it was just a fluke moment when the rope being pulled through got wedged between skin -- it's been important to him not to have that repeated. So I put on my tan teddy, which covers just about nothing, but would reduce the contact of ropes on my torso.

We didn't re-do my ankles because he'd done a good job on them the first time. I had him wrap my wrists several times loosely once then cinch tightly, as John Savage recommends. Chaz then took a ton of ropes and started improvising with them, so I stopped making suggestions. He seemed quite happy. He looped my chest a few times, put ropes hither and thither, and ran two ropes through my crotch area like a bikini-line. I told him that felt good. The nylon ropes are very fat and soft and felt sensual. He tried tugging gently at the ropes but found that they were not centered on my cunt. He retied the area with four ropes coming straight down from the waist and traveling straight through to my back. That felt great. The ropes weren't tremendously tight but they fell in and out of my folds and I could squiggle against them. Chaz pulled lightly at them, experimentally, and he never got back to finishing the hogtie. He settled me down on my side and leaned back behind me to look at the ropes in their intimate little path. He began touching me and stroking at me. The top half of my body was tied very well, and I could arch and pull at my hands and stuff. I was getting very excited and embarrassed -- as usual, it was somehow shameful for me to be so aroused in front of someone. But I wanted to allow the experience to take over, so I tried not to think about the witness. For a little while I watched him inspecting me so intently, but then I closed my eyes.

He pulled my vulva apart just a little bit and continued to pull on the ropes at different spots. I know he is excited by seeing an open cunt so I knew that it looked erotic to him. He probably was wishing I was tied with my legs apart. He then took out my vibrator and held it to my breasts. I giggled. He put the vibrator on my crotch. The vibrations traveled up the ropes in all directions! My body-harness of ropes vibrated against my skin all the way up to my shoulders. The vibrations were strongest right at the crotch. It felt so good I mmmed and said so, and hoped that he would continue with it.

He liked that the ropes transported the sensations and he used the vibrator at experimental points on the body harness. Then he returned to the crotch. The feelings were fantastic. He settled back behind me again and began arranging the crotch ropes and pressing the vibrator to the juncture over my vagina. It felt great. I moaned and wiggled; the sensations were different if I pulled my legs forward a little, or pushed them down a little. He wanted to push the vibrator into me, and I was dying for it, but he couldn't quite get around the ropes. He lined the vibrator up the area so the tip was over the ropes covering my clitoris. I was churning my body rhythmically as best I could and he could tell that I was getting close. I feared that he would get bored and stop but he didn't. As long as I could buck like that and have his hands doing things to me, I don't think I could ever get bored. I was in heaven. There was just enough slack in the leg-roping for me to work against the vibrator. He stopped moving the vibrator around and held it still as I began to curl. I tensed my legs as best I could and I was caught at the edge of plateau. The same thing as always -- it's so hard to come when my legs are together -- but I was all on fire and I knew I would get there. After an eternity I finally spilled over and the contractions of my body threw me against the ropes, everything pulling against my skin, holding the ecstasy into a perfect compact package of sensation. I haven't any idea whether I cried out but it felt like that in my lungs. On my last contraction I bucked extra hard and he drew the vibrator away. I twisted so that I was kind of on my back and panted. He began untying everything and I wished I could stay tied for the afterglow, but I suspected that I'd been tied long enough -- it's not a good idea to play games with my circulation. When he got all the ropes off me he took the whole clump of them and put them on my chest and tummy. They were soft and warm and I hugged them and rubbed them on my mons and breasts. He smiled and lay down with me, putting the ropes up on the magazine row carefully. I noticed that he wanted them nearby for future reference.

I felt so warm and fuzzed. I breathed hard for a while. Then I got super sleepy. Chaz laughed and said "You look like I usually do after we have sex." I smiled a tired smile with my last vestiges of energy. I felt great.

Before we went to sleep I said, "Thank you for all of this evening. That's the best I've felt this year. Actually, that's probably the best I've felt in the '80s." He was flattered and happy.

It's true, though... an orgasm in ropes like that was total heaven. The sensation of straining and pulling and shuddering in all that couldn't possibly be equaled. I don't think I've had any other orgasm that felt so perfect.

Friday we went out to lunch for two hours. We talked about the Event and about his transfer. It seems so typical of my life that thins are working out so well with us and of course he gets transferred.

Chaz said "You know, at first I didn't think about the bondage except when I was with you, and you would ask for it or show me the magazines. But now I find I think about it when I'm not with you. Like ways of tying you. I'd like to try the position you showed me last night, too." (I'd taken my bound ankles and ran a rope to the bedframe over my head, pulling the legs straight up over my body, as an example to him of sexual tying positions. I knew that one would stick in his mind because he likes to be able to look at the cunt in very exposed positions.) He looked amused when he confessed that; obviously he saw how funny it was that I've been "converting" him a little bit. Then he said "I suppose this is the kind of thing I can't take with me. I can see myself with my next girlfriend, 'Well, so, can I tie you up?' "

Next week I'm on vacation, and I'll be spending about five days non-stop at Chaz's. Much of the time he'll be at work, so I'll go shopping and stuff. But perhaps we will play some more games. I hope so. Maybe he will want to try some of his marathon-bondage that he's so interested in. My handcuffs aren't terrifically comfortable but they could be fastened on over wrapped cloth or something. I have two pairs of cuffs and they even fit my ankles, so... that could prove interesting.

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