Eternal Apprentice

A quick note about my experiences with bondage:

Like many people I had experimented with bondage (blindfolds and fuzzy handcuffs) to try to spice up a bland love-life many years ago. After meeting Ellie (and reading up on bondage), my outlook on the entire issue has been revised.

Bondage, for me, is neither a lifestyle or some new sex toy to play with a few times and toss away casually. It offers something far more substantial and lasting than an orgasm, and requires preparation and thoughtfulness throughout.

That said, I will share our first Bondage (capital “B”) experience from my viewpoint.

We had talked about Bondage together, we read aloud to each other from guides like “SM101″, and we chatted openly about the kinds of things we were interested in trying together. Still, nothing prepared me for the feelings that surfaced the first time I looked into Ellie’s timid eyes while unwrapping thirty feet of black rope.

She had an excited look on her face, and I’m sure that I did too. My look hid a lot of emotion and introspection at that moment. I was nervous and shy again, like I felt on our first date.

I guided her over to the edge of the bed and had her stretch her arms out to me, wrists together, palms down. I put the first loop around her wrist, and I felt like a curious child, my mind racing with a million different ideas about how to wrap her wrists and what to tie them to. I lashed her wrists together and had her lie back onto the bed placing her beautiful legs together in the air.

The ropework kept flowing from me, and soon her legs and arms were bound together; she was nearly immobilized. I stepped back to examine my work and saw the most innocent look on Ellie’s face. I knelt down to check the ropes and see how well bound she was, but I was having a hard time tearing my eyes off of her expression.

Looking through the ropes at her I said, “You don’t just look helpless, you really are helpless.”

Her expression changed immediately to a look of near panic.

I wanted, badly, to fuck her at that moment, and I realized that I was in complete control of her.

I was nearly hidden from her view by her legs and the ropes, so I slid my pants off (put on a condom) and plunged my cock into her.

I used her wet pussy with my chest against her legs, peeking at her face through the ropes. Her eyes were wide open, pupils huge. Her immobilized body tight in the position that I chose for her. Her mouth hung open just a bit, and I could only imagine what must have been going on in her mind.

Her body was caressing my cock more even tightly than normal because of the position she was in. I was coming close to orgasm, so I asked, “Where do you want me to come?”. The panicked look on her face brought me even closer to orgasm.

Without waiting for a reply I pulled out my cock, pulled off the condom, and slid onto the bed on top of her. Hovering over her face I came into her mouth. I saw that the look in her eyes had not abated.

I rushed to get the ropes off of her, thinking I may have fucked her into a catatonic state. But she smiled at me, and the look of terror slid off of her face. I finished untying her and laid down beside her.

We had a very enjoyable conversation afterwards, attempting to explain our motivations and expressions to each other and to ourselves. It became apparent that the situation was rewarding for both of us in very different ways.