Chapter 3 The Tie That Binds 

Six weeks after my encounter with David and Emma I received a phone call from Paul.  He explained that he was a friend of Davids and that he and his partner Sue were interested in a light bondage scenario and would I  make contact with them via e mail so that we could exchange ideas, photos etc. I noted his e mail address and agreed to be online the next evening.

Contact was duly established and once the preliminary pleasantries were dispensed with Paul sent me a photo set which showed Sue in various tied positions being fingered  or fucked by him.  Two things were immediately obvious, Paul was a 100% pervert and he was also an ace photographer !  Excellent though the photos were, I was unable to see Sue’s face, thus I was unable to judge whether she was actively enjoying his attentions or merely being given no choice in the matter. 

We continued to chat online and Paul mentioned that he was curious to see his partner  being put in bondage and “worked on” by another person, he particularly liked the idea of her being tickled as he personally had never done much of that, being more interested in his own sexual satisfaction than hers (typical male). 

I asked Paul for a “normal” photo of Sue to give me an idea of her physical size etc: etc.  It is difficult to judge if all you can see is pussy or asshole being plundered !  He obliged and I was looking at a petite, 26 year old with pretty features, about 5’ 5” tall, smartly dressed and very demure,  I suspect her work colleagues would be gob smacked if they saw the photos I had just downloaded.  

I noted their address, quite a way out of town, and arranged to be there the following Saturday afternoon, Paul stated that I could stay overnight as there were no Hotels within easy reach.

I set up my overnight bag with all the usual items but in the large front pocket I put a selection of brushes and feathers, some plastic cable ties and a multispeed “bendy” vibrator.  I had noted in the photos that Paul already possessed a butt plug and plenty of rope. 

I arrived at the house at 4pm, Paul greeted me on the drive and invited me in to the large kitchen and made me a cup of tea.  There was no sign of Sue as yet.  We sat at the breakfast bar and discussed the merits of an “open” relationship to the long term health of loving partnerships.  Paul was 34, some eight years older than Sue, they had been partners for six years, meaning that Sue was only 20 when Paul first met her (dirty, lucky, lecherous bastard).  He was a well paid executive in a large company and appeared very used to getting his own way in most things.  After another cup of tea he asked me into the his study, just off the main hall. It was a small comfortable room pretty much dominated by a very expensive computer set up, located on a modern workstation.  He flicked on the monitor and stood back for me to see the screen. I almost choked as I stared at the image, Sue, half naked, hands tied to a beam above her head, legs attached to a spreader bar, which in turn was hooked to a fixing in the floor.  “How do you like my attic conversion”? Paul chuckled.  

He took me to a spare bedroom and left me to settle in, shower etc;  “We will eat at 7 sharp” he said, “the dining room is just off the kitchen”.  At the appointed time I made my way down to the dining room, a pleasant savoury smell helping to guide me. Paul was pouring some wine and a fully dressed Sue was serving up some delicious goulash with herb dumplings.  We sat and ate, making small talk all the while, Sue not once looking me full in the face.  The wine flowed freely as we dined and I noticed that Sue, in particular, was drinking large glasses quite swiftly and becoming flushed and giggly.

At 7.45 we had finished the meal and polished off two bottles of excellent  Merlot. “We will take care of the dishes sweetheart, you run along and get ready” Paul said to Sue, who flushed a deeper shade of red and scuttled out of the room.  We gathered the dishes and placed them in the dishwasher in the kitchen.  As we were doing this Paul surprised me by telling me that I would have full access to Sue for as long as I wanted and that he would video the whole thing on the system set up in the attic “playroom” .  “What exactly is full access” I queried. “Just what it says” he replied, “there are condoms in the cabinet by the door upstairs” 

I collected my kit from my room and Paul took me up to the attic.  The room was quite large, pleasantly warm and very well lit.  In addition to the equipment I had already seen there was a leather bench, a small bed and three video cameras in various locations plus an expensive camera on a tripod. The floor was carpeted except for the area underneath the rope harness which had a padded gym mat beneath it.  Sue was sitting on the bed dressed only in a very sexy lace bra and panties.  She looked up when we entered and, for the first time, looked straight at me with a questioning expression.  Paul kissed her and told her to be a good girl for him , which caused me to smile, “good” was the last thing she was likely to be tonight.  He checked his cameras and nodded to me.  I  took hold of Sue’s hands and made her stand on the gym mat below the rope.  She lifted her arms without being told and I attached her wrists to the rope cuffs.  Looking full into her face I began to tickle her, from her elbows to her ribs, diving into her armpits on each up or down stroke. Her feet were not secured so she could writhe and wriggle about quite freely, giggling all the while. A few minutes of this and she was breathing quite heavily. I let her rest a moment and unfastened her bra, wrapping it around her bound wrists.  Her breasts were small but perky with pretty pink nipples, quite erect by now.  I licked and nibbled them, more for my pleasure than hers.  Paul coughed quietly, attracting my attention. I followed his gaze to a shelf upon which were some clothes pegs. I nodded to him but did not get them.  I took a stiff quill feather from my bag and waved it in front of Sue.  Her eyes locked onto it and she followed it as I touched it to each of her nipples in turn, poking them gently.  The feather was quite harsh and in “sawing” it across her breasts I raised a redness that sensitised her skin for the next pleasure.  A flat ended artists paintbrush flicked her nipples for several minutes making her cry out almost in pain.  I was very close to her and began to smell that familiar musky scent of sexual arousal as I continued to torment her breasts.  I judged that she had just about reached her limit for this “torture” so put down the brush and reached for two clothes pegs and, without ceremony clipped one on each pointy nipple.  She squealed loudly and tried desperately to shake them off as they bit into her tender flesh.  I glanced across at Paul but he just nodded to me and motioned me to carry on. 

I released Sue from the overhead ropes but kept hold of her wrists and guided her over to the leather bench. I pushed her forward across it and using cable ties attached her thumbs to hooks on each leg of the bench.  She was now bent over it in a classic “spanking “ pose, bum nicely presented.  I swatted her ass a few times to judge the reaction and she lifted her legs each time to lessen the discomfort. A normal response.  I took off her panties and secured her ankles to the bench legs.  Her reddened bum was now very inviting and the quill feather danced around her anus for quite a while making her very animated indeed.  The feather eventually became wet and less effective so I continued to torment her bum with my fingers, squeezing the cheeks together, spreading them apart and swatting them every so often. I tested the resistance of her sphincter and, despite protests, soon had a finger wriggling about deep in her ass.  I was pretty aroused by now and my erection was hurting, pressed up against my trousers.  I stepped away from Sue took off my trousers and pants and went to the cabinet for a condom, catching Pauls eye as I did so in case he was going to stop me. He grinned at me so I rolled on the condom and lubricated it and Sues ass with some KY jelly that was also in the drawer.  I pushed hard against her sphincter and gained entry slowly but surely until I was fully into her.  Sue was protesting loudly again but to no avail, I was in and intended to stay there. I set up a slow fucking motion which gave me much pleasure and quite soon Sue was dipping her hips, matching my thrusts. I only lasted about four  minutes after that and came strongly, hoping the condom would hold. 

 Now free from my sexual tension, I decided it was time for Sue to have her pleasure also.  I got my special vibrator from the bag and eased it into her very wet pussy.  Her vulnerable position, legs spread, ass up meant that she could do nothing to prevent this invasion. I set the thing in motion and it began to buzz and squirm inside her. Paul brought a camera close to catch the sight of this object thrust deep inside her, for his benefit I began to piston it in and out of her, marvelling at the way her pussy lips clung to it as it came out and folded in as it entered her again. I increased the vibrations and Sue began to writhe and moan.  Paul went in front of her to capture her expression as she orgasmed very hard, juices trickling down her widespread, trembling thighs.  

I released Sue from the bench and gently removed the pegs from her nipples. She squealed as I did so, feeling the blood rush back into her compressed nubbins.  Paul produced some Champagne and we drank the bottle between us.  I had not finished with Sue however and after she came back from her visit to the toilet I tied her over the bench again, this time face up.  I knelt between her legs and began to nuzzle her upturned pussy, delighting in the smell of arousal and pee. I licked her for some time until her labia opened and her clitoris peeped out from its hiding place.  Just what I wanted, with brush in hand I sought out her little pink pee hole and gently tickled it. Sue bucked madly and cried out with surprise.  I continued to irritate this very sensitive area until her cries became quite pitiful to hear.  Putting down the brush I took up the vibrator again and pushed it firmly into her gaping pussy, it made a squelching noise and more juice leaked down her thighs into her bum crease.  The stretching of her pussy made her labia part even more so that her clitoris was now fully revealed in all its wet pink glory.  I switched on the vibrator, holding it in position, deep inside her then I leaned forward and began to lick and nibble her defenceless clit.  She yelled, she thrashed about in her bonds but she was helpless as another orgasm made her belly ripple and thighs bulge, desperately trying to close her legs against this relentless stimulation.  I took her to another orgasm before I relented and removed the vibrator.  I was fully erect and ready for action again now so on went another condom and into her sopping pussy went my eager six inches.  I fucked her hard for only a brief but very enjoyable time and as I felt her pussy spasm again we both came, me grunting and her squealing.

I released her again and hugged her warmly, kissing her neck.  She surprised me then by turning my head to her and kissing me passionately for several seconds, her tongue practically choking me.  Paul applauded and slapped her bum fondly. Thankfully he did not slap mine.  Sue and I retired to the bathroom where we took a shower together and kissed some more, very fondly.  We went down to the kitchen, it was past midnight but we had some supper and more champagne and I retired to bed, slightly dizzy but very happy. 

We all slept late the next day and it was eleven before we had a good breakfast and said our farewells.  Paul said he would make a copy of the tape for me which I could collect on my next visit !