Self-tie Interruptus [F/m-selftie]

Postby bottop » Mon Aug 25, 2014 5:48 pm

I had prepared for this one for weeks: I carefully tracked down the shiny Lycra dancing tights I wanted to wear; I practised getting into, and cutting myself free from, the final wrist tie a dozen times, in front and in back; I charged the cameras I wanted to use to capture the event; and I waited patiently for my family to leave for a few days.

Kay had taken the kids to her friend's house, a twelve hour drive away. After they pulled out of the driveway, I wanted to start right away, but I waited until the next morning when Kay called and said they had arrived safely.

Now it was go time.

I stripped and pulled the tights on over my shaved legs. God how I loved wearing tights. I admired my legs in them for a little bit, then got to work.

First, I put the wire cutters on the floor in the living room. The mission was to get to them, hogtied, and cut myself free. I was using HD cameras in a few places to record the whole thing so I'd have some good pics to look at later.

I went back to my bedroom. Maybe 50 feet, through one door and across two rooms.

I sat on the floor, on the far side of my bed so the bed was between me and the door. Plenty of room to make it through there, but it was going to be work.

I lashed my ankles together with thick, soft, nylon braided rope. Over, under, over, under, over, under, over, cross, twist, loop through, and tie. This left two long pieces of rope that I would use to pull the ankles up later.

I lashed my legs together, just over the knees. My legs rubbed, brushing the tights together. Between that slippery feel and the binding of the rope, I started to get quite aroused.

I went to work on my upper body rope harness. I laid a long length of thick rope across my shoulders and then began wrapping it under my arms, across my back, under the other arm, and back to the top of my neck. I did this several times and then tied a nice, tight knot behind my neck.

I laid on my belly, reached behind me, grabbed the ropes hanging from my ankles and looped it through the rope harness, right behind my neck. I pulled the rope through, drawing my ankles back and over. I pulled some more until my ankles began to pull back. Then, with a bit of grunting and contorting, I got it tied off behind my neck.

Time for final touches. I made sure everything was close at hand. Then I pulled my blindfold down. It was a Bondi Band, a woman's athletic headband. It is a pretty stretchy piece of fabric so it conforms to my face well, and blocks out the light. But, it also lets me see through a teeny bit, though it is quite uncomfortable to do so.

Now I put my hands behind my back and began looping the rope around both wrists in a motion I had practised quite a bit. I managed to get it pretty firm and tie a loose knot in it. Then I took a thick, wide, zip tie, threaded it crosswise around the loops, through the bottom of the rope harness, and back around.

This is always the tricky part. I pushed, squirmed, manoeuvred, twisted, and poked until I finally got the loose end of the zip tie threaded into the locking end. I heard the first click and smiled. After a little more fighting I managed to get the ziptie cinched down tight on the loops and to the rope harness.

What was an okay set of rope loops were now an unbreakable set of rope cuffs, securely anchored to my back. My legs were lashed together and hogtied with knots I couldn't reach like this. The only escape is to cut the zip tie free with the wire cutters. Which were in the family room.

After squirming and twisting for the camera a bit, I began the journey. Wriggling, rolling, grunting, and twisting my way through the bedroom, knocking my head on furniture as I went.

Eventually I found my way to the door, turned the corner, and started across the room we call our library. I was making pretty good time and knew where I was.

I rolled onto my belly for a moment.

That's when something pushed me hard back on to my side and pinned the rope from my ankles to the rope harness down the ground. I froze.

Something smooth, warm, and firm pressed against my cock, separated only by the Lycra fabric. I tried to pull away, but that just made me rub my cock back and forth across whatever it was. I began to get quite hard. I forced my eyes open and got a vague impression of someone standing over me, one foot holding the rope down, another bare ankle pressed against me.

"Uh.. Hello?"

I caught a whiff of perfume, perfume I didn't recognize. The shape kneeled, keeping a foot on the rope and sort of sitting on my hip. Without a word I felt a soft, warm hand rest against my cock, kneading it through the thin lycra. I was hard as a rock now.

"Hey.. Wh-aaahhhh.."

I couldn't talk, as the unknown fingers began a delicious soft massage of my cock, but slowly getting more and more vigorous. I didn't recognize the fingers, the touch, or the style of the hand job. This was not my wife.

The hand rubbed and stroked, sliding around under my balls and back. I began to moan, straining against my self-imposed bonds. My ass clenched tight and sweat began to coat my body, but the hand didn't let up.

I felt myself enter the Final Countdown. I pulled a big breath in and held, trying to stop the wave, but the fingers were relentless.

I exploded into the Lycra tights and sagged against my bonds. For a few minutes I just laid there, gasping. Light fingers were trailing up my flanks and down my arms. I felt some pulling at the ropes on my wrist and sort of came back to my senses as I realized the unknown person was efficiently tightening the ropes back there.

"Uh-", I started.

"Mr. R-----, you've made quite the mess." said a voice I recognized.

Oh no.

The blindfold was taken off and I found myself looking into the hazel eyes of Shelby, the baby sitter who lives across the street. Except I don't remember seeing that sparkle in her eyes before.
Last edited by bottop on Fri Aug 29, 2014 5:26 pm, edited 1 time in total.
About me: Love the feel of tights, stockings, pantyhose, garters, and girdles. Helplessness and intense pleasure have been joined for me since I was a kid

Re: Self-tie Interruptus [F/m-selftie]

Postby hujikelmop » Tue Aug 26, 2014 2:30 am

Can't wait for more to this!

Re: Self-tie Interruptus [F/m-selftie]

Postby bottop » Tue Aug 26, 2014 12:48 pm

Thanks for the cheer! There will definitely be more..
About me: Love the feel of tights, stockings, pantyhose, garters, and girdles. Helplessness and intense pleasure have been joined for me since I was a kid

Re: Self-tie Interruptus [F/m-selftie]

Postby bottop » Wed Aug 27, 2014 2:33 pm

"Uh, I thought you were gone to school."

She sat into one of our reading chairs and regarded me. "Well, I was, of course, but it's spring break and I came home to watch the house and take care of the dog. My family went on a cruise, but I didn't feel like it." She kept twirling something in her hand. With a start I realized it was my wire cutters.

"Aaand you are in my house because.." I asked.

"My, aren't you demanding for one tied up on the floor in pantyhose."

"They aren't pantyhose," I said petulantly, "they are Lycra tights."

She smiled, "So specific!"

I blushed.

"Well, you are a mess. Time to get you cleaned up." She stood and put the wire cutters on the top of a book shelf. Then she opened the french doors to our back patio, uncoiled a hose and brought it close to the doors.

She pulled me on to my belly and released my ankles. I laid flat and then felt her arms pulling on me. "C'mon.. Get up."

Only by leaning heavily on this college freshman, feeling her body press into mine, could I get to my feet. I was still tied ankle and knee, wrists anchored behind my back. She provided balance for me as she made me hop out onto the patio.

I thought we were going to stop by the hose, but once she had me going, she kept me moving.

"Hey, wait. No. Don't -" SPLASH. She threw me into the pool with a laugh.

Luckily, it's kind of a small, shallow pool. I thrashed around a bit, got my feet underneath me and stood. I broke surface, gasped for air, lost my balance and fell over. I twisted, flopped, and managed to do it again. And managed to fall back into the water again.

I tried to relax, lay on my back and let my bouyancy bring me up. I'm not sure if it was going to work or not, because then she was there in the pool with me, holding me up.

"There, there, I'm not going to break my new toy!" She seemed to pause a moment. "Well, I might break you, but I'm not going to kill you!"

She held me upright and began to scrub at my crotch with her other hand. It wasn't sensual, she was trying to rinse the cum away. When she was happy she guided me to the pool stairs and made me sit down.

Free from the immediate fear of drowning, I noticed she was naked. She stepped back.

"Do you like Mr. R?" She raised her hands up over her head and spun slowly, showing me her smooth, firm, body. She flopped over into the water and did a few slow laps of the pool. Every time she got to my end, she would grab my cock before she turned. Her muscles slid and flexed under her skin as she stroked back and forth.

"Stay here, I'll be right back." She leaned in to kiss me but I jerked my head to the side. She gave a little giggle and got out of the water.

When she came back she sat on my lap, naked, and brushed her long hair out.

"So, this is interesting," she said. "I've been sneaking into this house for years to swim in this pool when no one was home. But I never expected to find this waiting for me. What were you doing?"

"I think you know," I said, doing my best to ignore her ass as it wriggled against my cock.

"I want you to say it"

"Huh?"

"I want you to describe exactly what you did to yourself." She turned to face me, straddling me, pushing against my cock. She looked into my eyes. "Tell me."

I told her. I described all the prep work. The trial runs. The sensations. It was hard. Even when talking to my wife I used euphemisms like "I want to play tonight" or "I'm overwhelmed with my special needs". To just talk about it, openly, this close to a woman who wouldn't allow any shading of terms, nor let me drop my gaze, was emotionally demanding. And oddly cathartic. What I didn't notice during the talk was that I had become hard as a rock again.

Shelby did notice. She must have noticed well before me because she was grinding away at it gleefully.

"Mr. R! I thought old guys like you needed a lot of time to 'recharge'. I think maybe its more about proper motivation than anything."

All I could do was blush.

"Time to get you dried off! Sort of." She helped me out of the pool. It was hard. The wet pavement and the wet tights made it slippery. Eventually she got me against one of the poles that holds up the porch. She leaned into me, pressing her naked body against me so I could feel her hard nipples and her damp crotch. She kissed my neck.

"Shelby" I started.

She clamped her hand over my mouth. "Shush. What are you going to do? Tell me to stop? You like it." Her hand ran down over my shaft, and it danced in her hand. "Threaten me? With what? You want this to be public? I could just walk away right now. Maybe your pool guy will find you on Tuesday.

"Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to set you up to dry out. And you are going to beg to kiss me."

She slid off me and around the pole behind me. She wrapped ropes around my torso, binding me to the pole. She ran some ropes under my shoulders and up around a beam, tightening them. Then she lashed by ankles and my knees to the pole. If it wasn't for the torso ties, I would have fallen over, but they held me up.

She examined me closely and then stepped very close. Wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling my face to hers.

"Beg to kiss me," she whispered into my mouth.

"No."

One hand rubbed my cock through the damp tights.

"Beg me."

"No," I repeated.

She flicked my cock.

"Ouch!"

"Beg me."

"No, Shelby! Yes, you've caught me out, but I'm not going to grovel."

She grabbed my head, brushed her lips on to mine, leaned into me and whispered, "Yes. You will."

She walked away.

It's hot in Florida. Even in Spring. The pole I was lashed to got the entire morning sun. And I was in it for the entire morning and then some. There was no sign of Shelby.

Sweat began running down my body. It stung my eyes. I worked at my wrist knots, but there was no give. I couldn't even find a loose end to work with. Wriggling my wrists in an attempt to slide loops off accomplished nothing. What was Shelby studying in college anyway?

The ropes were getting damp, but they weren't streching. Eventually I got tired. My mouth got very dry as sweat continued to pour down my body, tracing rivulets everywhere. I didn't have the energy to keep trying to work free. I sagged into the bonds, held up only by them.

Then, like magic, she was there. Tight jean shorts. Bikini top. A glass of ice in one hand. She waited until she had my attention. I tried to straighten up a bit.

Without a word, she took a piece of ice and put it in her mouth. She stepped up to me, pushing herself against me again. She smiled and showed me the ice in her mouth, sliding it around with her tongue.

"Kiss me Shelby. Please kiss me," I croaked.

She leaned in and "eighty twentied" me. I leaned my neck forward and put my mouth on hers. She slid the ice from her mouth into my mouth.

I sucked on it and sucked on it, pulling the sweet water from the ice. It was the best water I had ever had. Finally I sucked the whole cube dry.

She was still right there. Watching me from two inches away.

"More please," I said.
Last edited by bottop on Sat Aug 30, 2014 5:34 am, edited 1 time in total.
About me: Love the feel of tights, stockings, pantyhose, garters, and girdles. Helplessness and intense pleasure have been joined for me since I was a kid

Re: Self-tie Interruptus [F/m-selftie]

Postby ropedin » Fri Aug 29, 2014 9:41 pm

Wow! What a great chapter, really enjoying the character interaction here.

Re: Self-tie Interruptus [F/m-selftie]

Postby bottop » Thu Sep 04, 2014 6:31 pm

Shelby patiently rehydrated me, one ice cube at a time, after I begged for each one. After the first couple, she kept her lips pressed against mine as I sucked and cracked the cubes. She used her tongue to move the ice around in my mouth. I just wanted the water.

On the last one I said, "Please give me more, Shelby." She leaned in and planted her mouth on mine, again. I opened up but all I got was her tongue in my mouth and her hand on my groin. I found myself returning the kiss before I even knew what I was doing. I lost myself to it for a moment, then came to my senses and tried to pull back. That only succeeded in banging my head against the wooden column I was tied to. Shelby followed me in and kept kissing me.

But I was exhausted from the heat and lack of water. Shelby's hand could tell.

"All right Mr. R, time to get you cooled down and rested." She began to untie me from the column. I felt her lips at my ear. "And then you are going to beg me to hold you."

She got me free from the column, but didn't untie my ankles, my knees, or my wrists. Once again I found myself leaning on her as she led me, hopping as best I could. Again, once I was moving, there was no stopping and she hopped me right into my bedroom and flung me half on to the bed. I was bent over the bed, face down, knees on the floor.

"WHACK!" she spanked me.

"OUCH!"

"WHACK!"

"SHELBY! Don't!"

"WHACK!"

"OW!"

I tensed, but her hand only caressed my ass, rubbing it slowly. "Sorry, Mr. R. I couldn't resist. C'mon.."

She lifted and I squirmed and we got me (and my ass) safely on to the bed. She found some ropes in my fun bag and lashed my ankle ties, my knee ties, and my upper harness to the bed. She propped me up with some pillows so the stress was off my hands. I was good and truly lashed to the bed. I couldn't wriggle, roll, sit up, twist, or slide in any direction.

When she was done she stood over me to survey her handiwork. She nodded and turned away.

I didn't waste a second, "Shelby. Come back. Hold me."

She turned and looked down, "Tsk tsk, Mr. R. You don't mean it yet. You have to mean it."

"I mean it! I want you to hold me. You turn me on. I want to feel your skin and your lips and your hands."

She leaned over me, bringing her face close to mine. She put my blindfold back on my forehead. I moved to kiss her, but she held my head down. "I think your mind is begging for it."

She laid her hand on my cock, and it grew under her palm. "I know your flesh is begging for it.

"But I'm not going to hold you until your soul begs for it." She licked my lips, pulled the blindfold down, and walked away.

"Shelby. Shelby! Wait!" I writhed for a moment, but I was still tired. "Shelby?"

In darkness and in silence, I fell asleep.

I woke up shivering. Fast moving cold air was blasting across me, chilling me. I could hear multiple fans whirring away at top speed. An ice-cold, damp cloth was placed on my chest and slowly rubbed down my torso, over my still pantyhose-trapped cock, and down my legs. I bucked.

"Ah, you are awake finally. You must have been tired!"

I was still blindfolded. "Shelby! What are you doing?"

"Cooling you down, of course!"

"Uh, I think I'm plenty cold now. You can stop."

The cloth came off my legs. "Are you begging me to stop?"

"Yes! YES! I'm begging you! You don't need to do this! I'm already.."

The cold, damp cloth landed on my mouth. "I know I don't NEED to, Mr. R. I'm doing this because I WANT to. You aren't ready yet."

I don't know how long it lasted. She kept basting me with that damn freezing cloth forever. She put what felt like bags of ice wrapped in towels along my sides. She moved the fans closer. She wiped cold water on my face and around my neck.

I shivered so hard I felt the bed shake in response. My teeth began chattering. I thrashed against my bonds.

Still the cloth kept me moist and still the fans cooled me mercilessly.

Finally a great big sob wracked my body and I felt warm water trace down my temples from my eyes.

"P-p-p-p-p-p-please Shelby. St-st-st-st-stop-p-p-p."

The blind fold came off and she kissed my tears.

"Oh Mr. R. You know how to make it stop."

"Sh-sh-sh-shelby. H-hold me." Unbidden, unplanned, I added, "I nee-nee-need yuh-ye-you."

"There now.. that's all you needed to say. Was that so hard?" The fans turned off, the ice disappeared. A warm towel dried me off. As I started shivering uncontrollably again, Shelby climbed on top of me and laid on me, pulling a blanket up over us.

She just laid there and let her warmth soak into me. At first, I could feel nothing but the cold leaving my body. Then I slowly became aware of her heat soaking into me. Then I could feel where her skin was flush and sticky against my own. She sensed my awareness, my return to the present. She kissed my neck and then my lips. My lips kissed her back of their own accord and I felt myself begin to stiffen again.

Shelby ground against my cock, rubbing her wet pussy on it. She teased the tip by circling herself around and around. My cock pulsed and strained, seeking entry, but held back by the oh-so-thin, but just strong enough, lycra tights.

She began to crawl up my body until her knees were straddling my shoulders. Her weight was driving my torso down onto my hands, still tied behind my back. But I didn't have any time to think about that as she grabbed my head and jammed my face into her crotch.

"Do it, Mr. R. And do it right, or I'm bringing the fans and ice back."

I followed directions. I was over twice her age and I knew a thing or two about a thing or two. I did it right, licking the lips of her pussy, flicking her clit with my tongue, kissing her as though it were her mouth. I kissed and sucked on her clitoris, moaning as I did so.

At first she was moaning along and writhing. Then, she became very still. Her thighs, boxing my face in, got slick with sweat. Her grip in my hair tightened, painfully. She gave little thrusts with her pelvis. One, two, quick. She curled over until her head was pressed against mine and she began to emit long, constricted squeaks from her throat. She shuddered, relaxed, and began to slide down and off of me until she was resting against me, one arm draped over my torso.

Her breathing slowed and she spoke, "Well. I liked that."

That was all she said. Her arm got heavier on my torso, her breathing became regular. She twitched a couple of times. She fell asleep.

I spent a little while exploring my wrist bonds but still could find no movement and no give. Eventually her warmth and her even breaths lulled me and I fell asleep too.
About me: Love the feel of tights, stockings, pantyhose, garters, and girdles. Helplessness and intense pleasure have been joined for me since I was a kid