I’ve been into bondage all my life, but only really started to experiment with it during my early 20s. I’ve self tied with duct tape, rope, and scarves and the experiences were okay. But I never could get the full helplessness I wanted, because with a bit of struggling I could always free myself. I’ve thought about looking for a partner, but most of the sites I’ve browsed were full of guys that were into pain, pet-play, age-play, or generally rough play. I, personally, loved the idea of being kidnapped, tied up, submissive to my partner, but no flogging, whipping, or rough play. I should also mention I was virgin well into my 20s, so when I fantasized about bondage, the fantasy never dove into full on sex.
Fast forward a few years, I meet my now AMAZING husband. He was, and still is, everything I could’ve ever dreamed of, a real “prince charming” if I’m being corny. That’s why I didn’t dare tell him about my kink. I knew right away I wanted him to tie me up, but I’d heard so many stories of people who told their boy/girlfriends about their fantasies and received bad responses. Well, we dated, we fell in love, he proposed, and everything seemed perfect. Except…I was still a virgin, he wasn’t, and I was beyond nervous about our wedding night. I talked to my mother, my friends, I even picked up one of those awful self help books. It wasn’t helpful. Anyway the closer we got to our wedding, the more nervous I got. And it was obvious he could tell something was bothering me. He kept asking me, but I just kept denying anything was wrong.
Eventually, our wedding day came, and it was amazing. It wasn’t until the reception was over that the nerves came back. I talked about anything and everything that came to mind in the car just to keep off the subject. But, after being his normal, chatty, and happy self all night, all I got in response to everything I said was short, brief answers. I knew he knew I was uncomfortable. When we got back to our suite, I sat on the bed, hoping he’d initiate something. But I was waiting for something that wouldn’t come. We talked for a little while, then he started to change out of his tux. I was absolutely confused at this point. After everything I’d heard, I thought he’d be crazy excited. But he didn’t seem to be. He helped me get out of my dress and I changed into my pajamas. We talked a little more and finally he said he was exhausted and wanted to go to bed. Finally, I had to ask.
“So what about our wedding night?”
He looked at me kind of strange, but he said something like he was tired and he knew I was tired and we had our whole honeymoon to think about it. It sounds awful to say this, but I was relieved. I loved him, I still do. But I’d been working myself up for days about having sex and knowing we were putting it off a little longer was exactly what I wanted to hear. I didn’t argue with him. He turned out the light, turned on the TV, and soon enough I fell asleep.
I remember waking up at the sound of something heavy falling over. It was completely dark, the TV was off now and I guessed I’d been asleep for a few hours. I looked around and scooted over on the bed, then I realized my husband wasn’t there. So I reasoned he’d woken up and gone to the bathroom. No big deal. Then, I noticed the curtains to the hotel window were open and moonlight was just streaming in. There’s a couple things I hate; leaving the closet door open at night and leaving the curtains open at night are two of them. I can’t explain why, it just bothers me. So naturally, I got up, walked across the room, and pulled them shut.
Before I could turn around I was grabbed by the waist from behind and a hand clamped hard over my mouth. My heart was beating wildly and I struggled to get loose, then I heard a familiar voice tell me it there was no use struggling and to relax. It was my husband!!!
I was so shocked I let him drag me back to the bed with no struggle. He tossed me onto the mattress face first and, in my blind stupor, I felt him pull my hands behind my back. He crossed my wrists and wrapped them nearly 5 or more times in tape that only stuck to itself, not my hands. I learned later it was a special bondage tape he’d gotten weeks before and that he’d been planning the whole thing for a while. He tied my ankles and thighs the same way. While he doing it, my whole body felt light and everything inside of me was pulsing in a way I hadn’t felt in years; not since my first attempts at self-bondage. Finally, halfway through him wrapping my waist and trapping my arms at my side, I got over my shock and started to play my part. I struggled, squirming from side to side and trying to pull away. But he’s always been stronger then me and just pulled me close to him by my arms. He squeezed me close and for a moment I felt him kiss me on the cheek before he pushed me to the side and hunched over me as lay squirming still on the pillow.
I still remember what he said, as he’s said the same things during a couple of our sessions since then.
“What are you doing?” I asked, pretty loudly now I think about it.
“Shut up!” He commanded, in a voice I’d rarely heard him use with others, but never with me. I loved it. “You’ll wake up the neighbors. Can’t have that can we?”
I smirked and I played along, as best as I knew how. “And why not? Shouldn’t they know you’ve got me tied up under you?”
He smirked too, and I saw him reach into the drawer next to us and pull out a two scarves, one short, and one long, pink silk one. “They don’t have to know a damn thing. Because I want you all to myself tonight. Now, time to shut you up!”
“How-mmmpppH!!” I couldn’t get the question out of my mouth before he shoved the rolled, small cloth into my mouth. He was faster than I could’ve imagined. He quickly cleave gagged me with the pink scarf, then wrapped it around my head several times, completely covering my mouth and knotted it tightly behind me. I mmmpphed like crazy under it, but he’d done a great job. There was no way I could call for help or get it loose easily.
He chuckled a bit and softly stroked my hair.
“Much better, isn’t it? The color really looks good on you,” he teased. I glared at him, even though inwardly I was enjoying every second.
“I’ll let you struggle here for a bit while I get a few things in order. Stay put princess. Not like you have a choice.” He said, and kissed my cheek again, before getting up and leaving the room.
I immediately intensified my struggle, but much to my delight, I couldn’t get free. My wrists wouldn’t budge and neither would my legs. My bonds were much tighter then I could ever get them alone, but I knew I was far from being in any real danger. For the first time in my life, I was completely helpless. I could only roll around the bed and flop around like a fish out of water. I mmmpppphed and hmmmpphhed into my gag non-stop, but of course no one heard me, it was just satisfying to hear it myself.
He was only gone for about 20 minutes before returned. He didn’t bother to turn any lights on, he just climbed into bed and leaned against the headboard, looking down at me. I struggled even harder, tried to shout muffled curses at him, and hoped I was giving a convincing glare.
“Miss me?” he said, cheekily.
“Mmmpph!! Mmmph Mmmppph mmmphh!!” I was so enjoying having everything I said be muffled.
He smiled and gently stroked my face. “I bet you did. And I bet you missed this too.”
His other hand caressed the side of my thigh and slowly move to fondle my butt. I shut my eyes and groaned into my gag. I felt like I was on fire, but the warmth was a comforting sort of glow I’d only ever felt a few times before in my life. He grabbed one cheek and I thought I’d explode. But I continued to thrash and mmph. He finally moved his hand off my cheek and used his arm to flip me over so my back faced him. He kept a firm grip on my butt, but he slipped his free hand into one of my bound ones. He leaned close to my ear again.
“You can’t get away from me now, don’t even try. You’re my girl, in every way, and I’m not letting you go.”
“Mmmppph! Mmmph!!” I strained my neck away from him, but he quickly let go of my hand and pulled me close around the waist, taking more of the little freedom I had to wriggle my hands and body. He tightened his grip on my butt and I squealed with delight.
“I love you, and I’ll never let you go. Not ever. Do you understand?” he asked. I was able to turn my head slightly to look up at him, and I shut my eyes and nodded.
“Good.” I heard him say. Then he let go of me briefly before sitting me up in front of him.
“Had enough?” he asked. I knew I wanted more, but I decided not to push my luck and nodded. Nearly as fast as he’d tied me up, he had me free of the tape. The gag was the last thing he removed. It was like switching off a light, he’d changed almost instantly back into the sweet boy I’d married.
“You’re okay right?” he asked, looking a bit concerned.
“Yeah…..wow” I remember that’s all I could say. I knew I was smiling; that was everything I’d imagined it would be and then some!
He smiled back at me and I remember him asking how he did. I told him he did amazing, but I had to ask what I couldn’t before he gagged me.
“How did you know?”
He stayed quiet for a minute, but he finally admitted that, a few months back, he’d picked up my phone and saw I had pages open on a couple of tie up game stories! He said he’d also been able to gage that I was into bondage by the way I reacted to a scene in a movie where the main character had been trussed up. I remembered him asking me about that movie, but at the time I didn’t think anything of it. That, combined with knowing how nervous I was about our wedding night, led him to plan the surprise tie up for me.
He said that, thinking about it during the reception, he wasn’t sure if he could go through with it. But he did say he had fun actually doing it. I asked him where he went in the middle of the night for 20 minutes, and he said just to the bar for a drink or two. I laughed and told him that I’d never been more in love with him than I was right then. He seemed pretty pleased with himself, and although we didn’t end up sleeping together that night, we did the second night. It was a little scary, but the thought of the game we’d played the night before made everything feel just perfect.
That was nearly 10 years ago, and it was only the beginning of many more games to come.