Title of dreambook was girls tying boys
I know that this story is long, but I hope that you all enjoy it.
Last weekend, my husband was tied up in a way that he asked me to do a few times. Since last year, when me and two of my friends buried him in sand up to his head, we’ve only had one outdoor bondage experience. But this past weekend, the temperature was in the mid 70s and very comfortable to spend the day outside. About a month ago, Peter and me had a bondage night with him tied to our bed. His hands and feet were tied to the bedposts and we both had a lot of fun that night. Peter knows that I really like having him tied this way because I have him completely exposed for any pleasure that I want to have. Anyway, he told me that sometime this summer I should tie him to stakes outside. Of course, I liked the idea and I’ve been thinking about it ever since. When I’ve talked with my friends, Mary and Lisa, I told them about this and they both said that they’d love to help me stake him out. With the weekend coming, I called them to see if they wanted to come over to my house. Mary was going to be out of town, but Lisa said that she wouldn’t miss this for the world.
On Saturday afternoon I told Pete that, if he wanted, I could tie him down to the stakes tomorrow. Knowing full well that he would eagerly agree, I told him to make a Home Depot run to get some wood stakes. When he got home, he had bought 2 round poles and then cut them in half. Of course, when he cut them, he also sharpened one end of each so that they could be hammered into the ground easier. Peter was so eager about this that he spent part of the evening hammering the 4 stakes into the back lawn next to the patio deck. Each of the stakes was about 3 feet long and he must have driven them into the ground at least 2 feet. On Sunday morning, we had breakfast and did some household chores. At about 11:00, Lisa arrived as planned. I didn’t tell Pete that Lisa was coming over, and at first he seemed a little disappointed. But when I told him to strip down to his shorts, he knew what was going to happen. Lisa and me changed into our bikinis and we walked Peter outside and had him lay down on his back on a towel that I laid out. He was already hard from the anticipation, but when I pulled his shorts off, his cock was standing straight up.
Lisa took one foot and I grabbed the other and we started tying his feet to the stakes. His legs were stretched out and spread widely apart just the way that I wanted. When we finished tying his feet, we both took a wrist and tied one end of the rope around them. We had him lay back down and pulled his hands and arms above his head towards the other two stakes. I told Peter to stretch out as much as he could and we pulled tightly on the rope before we wrapped it around the stakes and then tied the rope to the stakes. Peter was now stretched out spread eagled and barely able to even move. As I was knelling next to Pete, my thoughts wandered to the fun that I could have with him staked out as he was. Lisa and me teasingly toyed with our prisoner by lightly dragging our fingers up and down his sides and an occasional slow stroke on his hard cock. We stood up and went to our chaise lounges to lay comfortably in the sun. I was sure that Peter wasn’t uncomfortable, but I doubt that he was as comfy as Lisa and I were. Plus, I knew that he enjoyed being a naked captive of two women. For about 15 minutes, we watched my husband squirm and try to escape from his situation. I could see that the more he struggled, Pete was able to have more movement.
An idea came to mind, and I went to the garage to get a few things. I asked Lisa to fix us a drink and when I came back, I showed Lisa a tent stake and some twine. We walked over to Peter and he stared up at us smiling down upon him, sipping on our drinks. I said that he’s fighting too much and I was going to put a stop to it. I knelled down between his spread legs and held his balls in my hand, lightly squeezing them. I started wrapping the twine around his ball sack, separating them from his dick, and then tied a knot. As I was doing this he had his head raised wondering what I was doing. Lisa was standing next to Peter and was watching Peter’s reaction as I tightened the twine around his nuts. I then hammered the tent stake into the ground between his knees and pulled on the end of the twine. As I pulled the twine taut, his balls were being pulled upon and I know that he probably didn’t like the sensation. But I actually enjoyed watching his reaction to the pain that I was inflicting on him. Lisa was laughing and also enjoying the teasing torment on him. I tied off the end of the twine to the tent stake, knowing that he wasn’t even able to raise his hips. Peter tried to adjust by wiggling his body down a little and his legs were now able to bend slightly. So Lisa and me retied his legs to make sure that every movement by Peter would cause him a slight pain. We got up and stood next to his chest and watched his reaction to the smiles on Lisa’s and me. Peter was now hard once again, and with his balls being pulled away from his body, it made me hot knowing that there was nothing he could about it. Just for these few short minutes, I was aware that Peter wanted release. But I was not yet ready.
Lisa said that he should at least have a coating of sunscreen since he’s so exposed to the sun. We started rubbing his body with the lotion and this only made him harder and created more stress on his balls being tugged on. Peter would moan and whine from our torment and teasing, but we were enjoying the control that we were having. He tried to raise his hips up a little and he let out a restrained scream. Both Lisa and me looked at each other in amusement. Nut I said, “OK…no more of that!!!” Peter thought that I was going to untie his balls, but instead I got up and went into the house and got a rag and some duct tape and something else to make his situation more uncomfortable. I came back out to where my husband was staked out and told him that one more sound out of him and I’d gag him. Since we live on nearly 20 acres of land and our nearest neighbor is 3/4 of a mile from us, no one would be able to hear him except me and Lisa. But I was going to do this anyway. I looked down at the string connecting his balls to the stake and I told Lisa to “go ahead”. She placed her foot on the string and slowly pressed down on it. The added pressure pulled on his balls even more than they already were and he let out an agonizing moan which we were anticipating. I bent down next to him and stuffed the rag into his mouth and then covered it with the tape. I tore off two more pieces of tape and wrapped over his mouth for reinforcement. I gave a wooden clothespin to Lisa and together we attached them to his nipples which made him squeal through his gag.
After a few minutes of watching his discomfort, and tantalizing him by our presence standing above him, we went back onto the deck and laid down on the chaise sipping on our drinks. We talked and enjoyed the sight of Peter staked down naked and helpless in front of us. Every movement that he made, we could hear an uncomfortable and muffled moan from him. He could hear our giggles which, I’m sure, added to his agony. After about 10 minutes, Lisa walked over to Peter and mischievously told him that he looked too comfy. She bent down and took one of the clothespins off and then reattached it at a different angle. Even from where I was, I could see Peter flinch from the new sting of burning pain. Lisa then did the same with the second clothespin and then dragged her fingernails over his cock over and over. She stood up watching Peter’s reaction at the frustration and agony that he must have been feeling. Lisa came back and laid down again and I complimented her on her devious torment. Either she or I would do this every 10 minutes or so for the next hour and every time we would also pull on the string to tug on his balls. One time I pushed my foot on the string and kept it there for a minute. Peter was in agony, and I knew it, but this was just too entertaining for me and Lisa. Besides, eventually, he knew that he would receive a very pleasurable experience. But until that time, Lisa and me were enjoying ourselves. At one point I was stepping down on the string and Lisa readjusted the clothes pins. I can not describe the muffled howl coming from my husband as he lay tortured at my feet spread out so vulnerable.
We decided to give him another rub down with the sunscreen. With every passing of our hands, there were repeated moans of pleasure coming from his duct taped mouth. Being as devious as we are, either me or Lisa would bump against one of the clothespins as we ran our oily hands of Peter’s chest. With the slightest twist of the clothespin, he was pinched him over and over to our delight. When his legs were being rubbed, we would flick our fingers on the twine and watch him tense up. Amazingly, we had been able to keep Pete hard almost the entire two hours that he’d been staked down. But we still weren’t ready to satisfy his needs. I could see that the string from his balls to the stake wasn’t as tight as before. From the repeated stepping on it and pulling, it must have stretched a little, so I untied it from the stake and asked Lisa to tie it again. She pulled on the string, leaving no slack, and pulled on it just a tad more before wrapping the end around the tent stake and tying it off. Leaving him there, tied to the stakes and in continuous discomfort, we again went back to the deck to lie out under the sun and enjoy the sight before us.
While we were lying there, my friend from work, Amanda called. Amanda has never taken part in any of Peter’s and my “activities, but she does know that Lisa and Mary have sometimes participated. Amanda is about 10 years younger than me, has a fantastic body and is very cute. She also has expressed interest in bondage, however. But I wasn’t sure how much she was interested. So I hesitantly told her that right now, I had Peter staked out on the back lawn. She said “What??” I repeated that he was tied down to 4 stakes. She was a bit shocked and had a nervous giggle, but seemed cool with it. We talked for a few minutes and we made arrangements to go to dinner some night. But she ended the conversation by saying that sometime she would like to see how I tie him up. So, there might be another story coming.
While I was on the phone with Amanda, Lisa went over to where Peter was staked out and adjusted the clothespins once again. As she was standing above him as he stared up at her, I becoming more and more excited. Once I finished my conversation with Amanda, I walked over to them and stood opposite Lisa with Peter between us. I said that I can’t take any more and took my bathing suit bottom off and straddled my husbands face. With his face between my legs, I smiled down upon him and peeled off the tape from his mouth. I wanted his mouth and tongue sucking and licking my pussy. I took his hair in my hand and pulled his face into me. His tongue started going at me and it felt wonderful. I was rocking and shifting over his helpless face and loving it. His tongue probed deep inside me and my juices were drowning him. This was so erotic as I rode his face to orgasm. I was totally oblivious to Lisa and didn’t know that she started playing with balls. The vibrations from his moans were sending shivers through me and I soon came over his face. I had him give me another orgasm that felt as wonderful as the first. I collapsed forward with my wet pussy dripping over him.
After a few minutes to recover, I climbed off and let Lisa enjoy the pleasures of Peter’s mouth and tongue. I laid between my husbands spread legs, and played with the string connected to Pete’s balls. Lisa would reach behind her and twist on the clothespins that surely gave Peter a pain-pleasure experience. It took over 20 minutes for Lisa to cum and when she did, she exploded in a loud and screaming “OHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh”. I knew that Peter was ready to explode, so as Lisa stayed riding his face, I mounted his blood engorged cock. It felt like never before as I slide down his shaft. I had mounted him so that my back was to Lisa and I was looking down Peter’s spread legs. I slowly rocked and Peter painfully was raising his hips to be deep inside me. I leaned forward and was poking and tugging at the string, knowing full well that this was causing him excruciating pain. Lisa soon had another orgasm and I was nearing another too. Together, we rode Peter and I think we were enjoying this more than he was. Lisa was continuing to twist the clothespins and I was still playing with the string tied to his balls. I finally had my orgasm, and then another came so quickly after. I was still anticipating Peter to cum, but after me riding him for two of my own, he still hadn’t cum.
I leaned forward and started shifting my hips up and down faster and faster and it took another 5 minutes for him to finally release his load into me. With Lisa smothering his face, his scream of pleasure vibrated into her and she had cum once again. Peter has never shot his load in such a violent way. We got off of him and we laid down next to him for all of us to calm down from the pleasing experience we all shared. His balls were still tied and stretched from his body, and we still had the clothespins attached. Lisa and me would sometimes pinch them or twist them as we ran our hands over him. With the stroking of our hands, Peter amazingly soon became hard again. We eventually got up and wrapped towels around us and stared down at my husband. I bent down and pulled on one of the pins until it was pulled off. I did the same to the other. But I left his balls tied to the tent stake as Lisa and me went into the house.
We refreshed ourselves and got dressed and went back outside and had a drink. Peter wanted release from his helpless position and all he could do was watch us enjoy his predicament . When we finished our drinks, we walked over to where he was helplessly staked down. As we stood over him, he pleaded to me to release his balls. I smiled and said, “but this is so much fun”. I told Lisa to step down one more time and when she did, Peter screamed out. We were surprised by his scream of agony but still laughed at him. But that was enough and we untied the string from the tent stake. He moaned from the release of pressure on his balls and his cock seeped more cum when I untied the string around his balls. We left him tied to the stakes for another 15 minutes as Lisa and me stood above him and talked about the entire experience. Peter was quiet and never asked us to free him. I guess he was too busy recovering from the constant pain and torture that we put him through. But we did untie his hands and feet, and helped him stand up. He said that his entire body was stiff and it seemed to last the rest of the day and evening. But was it worth it? Hell …..YES!!!!
He told me that he totally enjoyed this and wants to do this again, but easy on his balls. All I can say that since Mary couldn’t “play” this time, we just might have to do this again. Perhaps even Amanda too. Too bad our weather prediction is well into the 90s this weekend. I could have made plans. LOL