Having her in my clutches I walked down to the foot of the bed. I slowly pulled of each sock, brushing away some lint iner the toes on her left foot, her toes instintively curled. Her eyes watered heavily and she strained to push her laughter through the gag. The next day I went out and bought a camcorder, I had to start taping this stuff.I climbed on top of her and kissed her in various places. This story took place about 12 years ago when I was in college studying for my BSc in chemistry.She dropped her purse on a table in the room and walked over to me.As she approched me one of the bondage magazines I had layed out beforehand on the floor caught her I eye and she picked it up and started thumbing through it. I nodded my head "YES" "Well I don't think you do" she pouted sweetly, "I think you deserved to be punished" She grabbed another magazine up off the floor and still holding the key stood up and absently walked around the apartment floor until she stood directly in front of me. She pulled a cigarette and lighter from inside and than snapped the purse closed.I tried to signal her with my head and with as much sound as I could that the key was right there to free me with but she was obviously ingrossed in the pictures and ignored me. " She said to herself as I reeled in the string inorder to retrieve the key. My meager attempts to get her attention were futile. She dropped the magazine to the floor and after staring down at me for a few seconds walked over to the table and dropped the key into her purse. She placed the bag high up on the mantel of the fireplace and walked over to sit in the chair closest to where my head lay on the floor. "Don't look so nervous this is going to be fun." and she stroked the tip of my nose with the toe of her shoe.It's never easy unlocking the cuffs behind your back and it was harder still under this kind of pressure. She knelt down beside me and took the key in her fingers. "I hope your comfortable because your going to be like this for a long time you know." as she sat, crossing her legs. She put down her cigarette and picked up the phone inorder to call in sick that day. We both enjoyed bondage and took turns tieing each other up. Since we both worked different shifts, she worked during the day at an office as a secretary, I would wait for her to leave and then bring out my various belts, ties and a pair of her pantyhose. This story goes back a few years and is about an expierence I had with my live in girlfriend.
During the week our lectures and practical sessions clashed heavily and there was no time when we were both free.On weekends, if we had nothing else scheduled, we would sometimes set up a private bondage session.We had a couple of bondage games but these were rather less than successful with only two players.Other times we would take turns or sometimes one would capture the other.Very occasionally, we would both be tied up, one tying the other and then getting into a self-bondage situation. One Saturday, Sheila had arranged to go to see a movie with friends (I'm not a movie fan) and my boyfriend had had to go home, so I was looking forward to a fairly boring day. I made sure the door was locked and my emergency escape knife was close to where my hand would be. Preparation involved tying three cinch "noose" loops to the two bottom bed posts and one of the head posts.