Amy and Jim
[Content advisory: pretty explicit, completely consensual love bondage between husband and wife lovers. The participants in this are friends. I'm posting this with their permission, after changing all the names and a few personal details in the interests of privacy. If there is enough interest I'll see if they are willing to share their second story too; it's even better, especially if you like soft white rope, but a lot of writing and editing remains before that one is ready to tell.]
Amy: Hi, my name is Amy. I'm music teacher in my mid 20's. I live with the love of my life, my husband Jim. We've been together since the middle of our college years. Jim is the sweetest, gentlest, cuddliest guy in the world. We had a great sex life all along, but it was very "vanilla" until recently. We were both happy with this, but there has been a wild side bottled up in me that I've wanted to explore.
Jim: Hi, I'm Jim. I'm an engineer in my late 20's. After I finished college I worked full time for two years while Amy finished school, then I went back for graduate school which is where I am now. My wife Amy is truly the woman of dreams, and my best friend in the world too. We've had a great sex life, but as Amy put it "vanilla".
Amy: For as long as I can remember, I've had a fascination with the idea of being tied up. I've had very little experience with it, however. Once when I was maybe 12 or so I was teasing my big brother and he tied me to a tree with my jumprope. He didn't tie me very securely because I think he was afraid he might hurt me. I got out but I had to struggle a lot. When I finally got out I had a strange, excited feeling that I didn't really understand. The curiosity lingered, but school and music kept me occupied and I never went back to explore further.
Jim: In retrospect, she dropped a couple of hints that she might like to explore having me tie her up, but I never responded. The idea seemed too creepy to me so I guess I tuned it out. I've always had an uneasiness with one person having power over another, probably from seeing all too painfully some abusive relationships in my extended family. I guess it was just too hard for me to make the leap to see the fun that a loving couple could have.
Amy: I felt guilty about wanting to be tied up. For one thing, I have very strong feminist feelings, and I wondered if there was something wrong with me, some kind of inner conflict, for feeling this way. Also, although I'm completely confident in my relationship with Jim, I've always wondered if he would think something was wrong with me for this. When Jim didn't respond to my hints, I didn't persist.
Jim: I can't tell you how much I regret not picking up on her hints sooner. I still think of the fun we missed out on.
Amy: We had been married for more than a year when what seemed like the perfect occasion finally arose. We decided to do a short workshop retreat at our church for "committed couples seeking to strengthen their relationships and their intimacy." Some of us came in with a lot of doubts as to whether we'd get anything out of it. Jim and I thought we already had a great relationship; what could we add? But some friends of ours who had done it last time it was offered talked us into it. They promised it would be a great experience and they were right.
Jim: It was a one day thing, most of the day on a Saturday. The facilitators were great. By the end of the day we had all really warmed up to each other. We were a diverse bunch of participants; ours is a very liberal church and the participants included lesbian and gay couples. We all accepted our differences and easily formed a supportive group. We made each other feel comfortable talking very openly about just about anything.
Amy: Near the end of the workshop we had a special opportunity to open up and tell your partner something you hadn't told them before about what you would like in the intimate part of your relationship. It didn't have to be something sexual, but it could be.
Jim: For this part, the people didn't go in any set order; you just took a turn when you felt ready to. People talked about all kinds of things. What seemed to me like a surprising number of people told of some pretty wild sexual fantasies they wanted to share with their partners. These were all kinds of people; young and old, gay and straight, women and men.
Amy: This wasn't really in the script, but the first person who spoke suggested it and we kept it up. After they had shared, they and their partner stood up and gave each other hugs. Then they each went around so every other person in the room hugged each of them too. This slowed things down a lot but it was really nice. We felt warmer and closer as each person spoke. We took a vow of confidentiality so I won't give any details on anyone else, but Jim and I decided we'd share our stories.
Jim: When about half the people had gone, I took a turn. I told Amy how much I loved touching and being touched. I told her I wanted us to learn to give each other intimate massages. It really wasn't any big secret. It's just I'm a little shy and I had never really gotten around to bringing it up. The group all showed their support. It sort of spontaneously came up to customize the group hugs a little bit, depending on what had been said. When we did the hugs after I went, everyone else in the group, both the women and the men, hugged me close and rubbed their hands up and down my back and I rubbed their backs too. Although it was Amy's touch I wanted the most, the touches of all these recent strangers who had now become intimate friends felt really nice too.
Amy: I was one of the last people to go. Some of the other things that were said were way bigger than this, so there is no way I could have shocked anyone with anything, but I was still feeling a little shy. Nevertheless, I didn't want to miss my opportunity, and seeing how supportive the group had been to everyone else, I was feeling a tiny bit less nervous. I don't remember exactly, but I said something like this. "Hi, I'm Amy and I want to tell Jim about a fantasy I've had for a long time. Sometimes I feel very guilty and embarrassed about it." I paused and I was already blushing. Everyone waited patiently as I continued. "This is hard for me because I'm such a strong feminist, and this just feels so backward and naughty and wrong."
Jim: Amy paused and looked right into my eyes.
Amy: I was so nervous and embarrassed, but I blurted it all out, plenty loud for everyone to hear very clearly. "Jim, I have a fantasy about being tied up. I want you to strip me buck naked and tie me up super tight with lots of rope so I'm completely helpless and I can't get out. I want you to tickle torture me and I want you to have sex with me while I'm all tied up. Jim, I love the way you are so sweet and gentle with me, but please do some play acting for me. If I beg you to let me out, make the ropes even tighter and have sex with me again. I love you more than anything in the world Jim and I hope you'll play out this fantasy with me. Don't be gentle the way you usually are with me. Be rough and FORCE me!"
Amy: I stopped. My face was as red as the cloth on the centerpiece table in the room. Jim smiled at me. "Amy, I'll do whatever you want. Thank you for opening up to me about this. I love you more than anything in the world." I looked around at the other faces in the room. Every single one was warm and approving and affirming. I felt like a dark cloud had cleared and the sun came out. I looked around the room again. All smiles and affirmation. And now they all knew my naughty secret. That kind of turned me on too.
Jim: My head was swirling with ideas. I imagined running into these new friends from the workshop on Sunday mornings, knowing that they'd be wondering if I had tied Amy up for wild sex on Saturday night.
Amy: We did the group hugs. I heard both men and women telling Jim how sweet it would be for him to make my fantasy a reality. For my hugs I left my arms hanging down at my sides. Each person who hugged me wrapped their arms totally around my body and my arms so my arms were trapped at my sides. I got squeezed tight and held for a long time by a lot of people. It was warm and nice and the fact that I couldn't get out of the hugs until the other person let me started to turn me on.
Jim: The last couple of people took their turn. Some really interesting ones too but I can't say any more about them because of the confidentiality pledge. After that pretty intense session we took a break and some informal one on one conversation. A couple of the other women came to Amy and me and told us that they sometimes had fantasies about being tied up too. While Amy was off to use the restroom, Emma and Bill, another couple came over to me and said they could get me some information on how to tie someone up securely but safely. We arranged to meet after the coffee hour after the Sunday morning church service the next day. Amy would be rushing to her first piano lesson, so I could plan a surprise.
Amy: After everyone taking time to think about how to followup on what they had learned or planned, and a reminder of our promise to keep what others had said confidential, we had a little closing ceremony and the workshop ended. We had to leave quickly because we had a busy time ahead. We had a dinner date and tickets to a concert Saturday evening. The concert was an important one for me professionally as a music teacher. Sunday is a super busy day for me with church in the morning and then I have a lot of young music students I work with on Sunday afternoons and evenings as that is their only time between school and sports that they can fit it in. I knew we wouldn't be able to get started acting out of my fantasy very soon, and that frustrated me.
Jim: When we got home after the concert, we showered together. This was a fun little intimate thing we've done pretty much as long as we've been together. We dried off and headed for our bed together, both of us pretty exhausted. Usually at this point I'd cover her in gentle kisses leading up to our lovemaking. But this time I "attacked" Amy; I grabbed her and picked her up and carried her to our bed completely naked. I had one hand on her ass as I carried her, and I pawed and groped and squeezed as vigorously as I could. I put her down in our bed and pounced on her. I grabbed her wrists in my hands and pinned her down. With my knee I forced her legs open and I knelt between them so she couldn't close her legs. Then I took her wrists and brought them together over her head. I have big hands so it was easy for me to hold down both her wrists with one hand.
Amy: I was totally surprised and overwhelmed. Jim tends to be too formal and organized and he's too much of a planner, even in our sex life. I figured we'd set up a schedule for my bondage fantasy, and work out a script, and run through it. Not the wild spontaneity and the suspense of not knowing exactly what was going to happen to me that I was hoping for, but it would still be fun. I did think we'd make love tonight if we weren't too exhausted, but I definitely didn't think I'd be here pinned down on my back with my legs spread wide open and my wrists pinned down. And I was loving it!
Jim: The look on Amy's face was a mixture of astonishment and pure joy. She was just glowing with excitement. She wiped away 99% of my hesitation and my fear of hurting her with that look in her eyes. And now I had the use of my right hand, but Amy couldn't do a thing to defend herself. My hand went straight to her breasts and began caressing and squeezing and pawing them.
Amy: Speaking of breasts, I've always thought of my breasts as a little bit unusual. Their overall shape is about halfway between the cone shapes of a much younger girl and the hemispheres of a women with larger breasts. My nipples are medium sized and sort of puffy; they stick out a little bit from the main curves of my breasts. The tips of my nipples stand out too, sometimes just a little but sometimes just like pencil erasers, especially if I am cold or if I am sexually aroused.
Jim: Amy's breasts are so cute. When we're playing I love to cover them with little kisses and big kisses and everything in between. It drives her wild when I suck and nibble on her nipples.
Amy: It does drive me wild; when I'm turned on my nipples get so sensitive I feel like there must be major nerves running directly from them straight to my clitoris. When I get excited my nipples stand out and they get really firm. I love Jim's attention, but he doesn't have to be quite so gentle.
Jim: I wasn't being gentle this time. The look on Amy's face screamed "More, more!" I kept up my pawing of her breasts. Her nipples had become fully erect and rock hard. I took one of her nipples between my thumb and fingers and gave it a short little squeeze. Then my hand want over to the other and did the same, only I pinched longer and harder. I went back and forth pawing and pinching her nipples, watching her face all the time, still wondering if I was being too rough on her.
Amy: Jim is such a teddy bear! All his caressing and teasing and his little love pinches of my nipples felt wonderful, but I wanted to experiment with much stronger sensations than that. I wanted to explore that boundary where pleasure and pain all blur together. I had to give Jim a little feedback. "Pinch me harder, Jim! MUCH harder! Pinch my nipples as hard as you can and hold on and keep pinching. Don't stop unless I scream out in pain!" This was probably more than I was ready for, but knowing Jim he'd continue to err on the side of excessive gentleness, so I had to ask for the worst.
Jim: I couldn't believe how much Amy was getting into this. I thought I had been pretty rough on her poor nipples already, but she was begging me for more. Using one hand to hold down her wrists while I worked over her breasts with the other hand wasn't working very well. I thought about just letting her wrists go and putting both my hands to work on her more sensitive places, but I thought she'd be disappointed if I let her hands go. I had to think of something fast. We didn't have any rope, and I was afraid of hurting her wrists with a poor tying job. Then I got the perfect idea. I went back to two hands on her wrists, and opened her arms wide again and I had her stretch them out to the corners of the bed. "Don't move and inch and you won't get hurt!" I barked roughly at Amy. "Hands over your head, legs spread wide!". I climbed off her and leaped over to our closet.
Amy: Of course I knew Jim wouldn't hurt me in a million years, but I played along; after all, this game was for me.
Jim: I grabbed two old neckties that I never wore anymore from the last hanger in the closet, just behind the suit that only came out for weddings, funerals, and job interviews. I brought them back and tied one of Amy's wrists with the first tie. I really wasn't sure what to do. Should I wrap it around just once or several times? How tight? What kind of knot? Would she be able to get out of it? I ended up with just once around, with a square knot. I left just enough slack to slip my little finger under the tie so I was sure I wouldn't cut off her circulation, but I pulled the square knot very tight against itself. Once I finished up the square knot, I took the long free end of the tie and ran it down to the nearest leg of the bed and tied it tightly.
Amy: Now this was getting really exciting. Jim took the second tie and tied up my other wrist the same way. The bed legs were way, way below what I could get to, and the big square knots at my wrists were pulled super tight. I struggled for all I was worth but I really couldn't get out. Jim just stepped back and watched the show I was putting on for a couple of minutes. I could see he was enjoying it too. Time for my next move. I closed my legs and held them tightly together, defying his order to spread them. I wondered if his response would be the one I was hoping for.
Jim: I almost started to feel sorry for Amy, that she was too exposed and vulnerable like this; the least I could do was let the poor struggling beauty close her legs and restore a tiny bit of her modesty. But by now I was at least a little bit less dense and clueless, and I had the presence of mind to realize that was probably the last thing Amy wanted. Without a word I went back to the closet. I didn't have any more ties handy, except for the nice one I occasionally still wore. But I looked around and spotted Amy's gym bag, the one she takes to her yoga classes, and I got a great idea. In the gym bag I found Amy's yoga straps; two nice strong cotton belts. One for each of her ankles.
Amy: I saw the belts and I had a pretty good idea what he was going to do with them. Somehow the thought of being tied up with my own yoga props was particularly exciting to me.
Jim: The belts didn't tie as nicely as the neckties, but Amy couldn't reach the knots anyhow. After tying a belt to each of her ankles, I went back to my acting (I wasn't very good at it, I'll admit). "I told you to keep your legs spread wide! This will help you remember!". I tied off the straps to the bedposts with her legs very wide open. Amy was incredibly flexible. I think part of it comes naturally and part of it is from all her yoga practice.
Amy: This was getting better and better. I can easily do a full split, so the position of my legs was no physical problem at all for me. But wow was I exposed! Jim stopped at the center of the foot of the bed to look me over. Here I was in all my womanly glory, naked as the day I was born, legs spread super wide, bound hand and foot, completely vulnerable. It was having an obvious effect on me; my nipples were standing out at full attention and my pussy was getting wetter and wetter. Then I realized something else. I was horny as hell, but there wasn't a thing I could do about it. I couldn't touch my pussy; I couldn't touch my breasts; I couldn't even rub my thighs together to try to get relief that way. I almost begged Jim to fuck me right then and there, but that might have brought a premature end to this delicious game.
Jim: I was worried about Amy's wrists. I didn't want to cut off her circulation or hurt her in any way. I treasured Amy more than anyone or anything else in the world and I wanted to be sure she was safe. I was especially concerned that as a musician, any hand or wrist problems could hurt her career. I checked that there was still room to easily slip a finger between each of Amy's wrists and the necktie around it. I had her wiggle her fingers. I made her promise to tell me if she was getting any numbness or tingling. I told her if she didn't report any problems honestly, I'd never tie her up again.
Amy: Jim's threat to never tie me up again was the one threat that actually scared me. I guess I'm glad I had Jim watching out for me, because my own personal safety was probably the last thing on my mind.
Jim: Now that I had confidence this wasn't going to hurt Amy, I looked lustfully at her beautiful breasts again. At this point I was standing at the foot of the bed, and I couldn't resist a little fun with her cute bare feet. We had just showered together, so her feet were clean and still a little damp. I put my finger one one of her heels and slowly dragged it very lightly up to her toes. Amy is very ticklish, but she tried to hide it. Another light touch with two fingers, and a little more tickle teasing in her arch. She tried to pull away, but the way she was with her legs tied wide open she really couldn't move her foot more than an inch. Her spread legs also meant that I'd have to work on her feet one at a time. I switched from the overt tickling to covering her feet with little kisses. I made them very light; sometimes I'd just barely brush her foot with my tongue.
Amy: Jim's little kisses on my feet were the worst tickle torture of all. It's like the sensation was just enough to drive me crazy but not enough to feel any resolution. He also gave me some wet kisses and then blew on the wet spots. That really drove me crazy too. I struggled with all my strength but I really was completely helpless now. It was wonderful!
Jim: When it seemed like Amy's sensitivity was decreasing, I went over to her other foot. I didn't give it exactly the same treatment; I didn't want her to know what to expect next. When I worked over her sole, she thrashed so wildly I was worried about getting accidentally kicked. I hooked her ankle in the crook of my elbow and went back to work on her toes with my lips and tongue.
Amy: All I could think was "Oh My God! What have I gotten myself into?" By now I was completely exhausted and I probably should have gotten some sleep, but my whole body was on fire. I couldn't think of anything but sex. I wanted Jim to fuck me so badly! Still I managed to hold off on begging for it.
Jim: When I thought I'd done enough with her feet, I started up. A line of little kisses worked its way up her leg to her pussy. When I got there, I put my tongue to work on her clitoris. I knew exactly how she liked to be licked and I let her have it. Amy's response was instant and powerful. I'm sure I could have brought her to an orgasm in a minute or two, but this was her game and sexual teasing was its name, so I stopped the instant I saw her starting to head toward the point of no return.
Amy: I was so frustrated! Damn you Jim! My thoughts were a complete blur. I'd asked you, no, practically begged you, for the teasing of my life and now you were giving it to me. If I wasn't tied up and helpless, I'm not sure whether I'd get myself off with my fingers or if I'd pounce on you and tie you to the bed so I could just climb on you and fuck you to get myself off. I was totally overwhelmed by what was happening to me and what I had gotten myself into.
Jim: When I returned to Amy's nipples, the loud and clear words "much harder" in her voice were still in my head. Now that I had both hands available and she was defenseless, I gave her breasts another good round of groping and squeezing and pawing. Amy just moaned and struggled against her bonds. I took each of her nipples between my thumb and two fingers and began to squeeze, first gently but I steadily tightened my grip. I watched the look on Amy's face as I pinched harder and harder. At some point the look changed, from what I'd call her silly giggly girl look to something else that is hard to describe. Her eyes closed and she began grinding her hips around slowly. As her look became more pained I found it incredibly difficult to continue, but my desire to not disappoint Amy kept me going. I pinched both her nipples as hard as I could and I didn't let go.
Amy: My God! The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure. I felt like there were live electric wires between my nipples and my clitoris, and they were exploding from overload. I wanted to come SO BAD!
Jim: Amy wasn't the only one who badly wanted to come! When I first pinned her wrists down and looked into her eyes, and I could see what effect this was having on her, I got really turned on too. I had a raging erection through our whole bondage play, and the "blue balls" feeling was setting in. My fingers were getting tired from the tight grip I had on Amy's poor nipples. Amy's moans and the look on her face told me I'd better not let go too soon. I had made sure the clock on my night stand was where I could see it but Amy couldn't; she had no idea of the time. I used it to time myself; three more minutes of the intense nipple pinching. Then with no warning I let go. Amy squealed, very loudly.
Amy: The burning feeling as the blood came back into my nipples when Jim let go of them was the most painful thing I experienced that whole evening. I thought somebody was putting out two lit cigars on my chest.
Jim: Amy had been tied up for a while now, and I worried about her wrists again. "Wiggle your fingers for me." She did. I checked her out. There was still room to slip a finger under the ties. Her hands were still pink and warm. "Anything hurting, sweetheart?"
Amy: "Just my nipples, and that's a good hurt."
Jim: For the final coup de grâce for Amy's poor nipples, I adjusted myself on the bed so I could bring my mouth to her breast. I sucked and licked and nibbled. Amy thrashed and squealed. My hand found its way to her dripping wet pussy and I stroked her soft fur and lightly slipped my finger between her outer lips and continued to caress her. I worked her other nipple with my lips and tongue.
Amy: I was wondering if Jim was every going to give my pussy any attention. He was so busy with the tickle torture and the nipple torment I almost thought he had forgotten. And I was longing for more than a little attention there.
Jim: Finally I was ready to finish off Amy. A long line of tiny little kisses and licks and nibbles traced the path from her breasts to her pussy. I'm a little embarrassed about tooting my own horn, but I take a lot of pride in my ability to bring Amy to an orgasm by oral sex. I don't think anything in the world gave me as much pleasure as bringing my best friend and the love of my life to a powerful orgasm. Sometimes I worried a little bit about the neighbors; one thing about Amy is that she can be loud when she comes. Very loud.
Amy: Jim deserves the credit here. He is very good at it. He's so in tune with my body it is wonderful. When his face is planted between my legs, it's like I have a magic vibrator that knows exactly where to buzz next and how hard and how fast to do it. I never last long once he gets going on me. Oh, I plead guilty as charged on the loudness. When I let go, I really let go.
Jim: I thought Amy deserved one last little tease. I licked and nibbled and caressed her sweet pussy as usual, but just a little bit more lightly. Amy moaned and squealed and squirmed and wriggled her hips, but with her legs tied spread so wide she really couldn't move an inch. She tried to lean into me to increase the intensity, but I knew exactly what she wanted and I stayed just a little too gentle.
Amy: What had I gotten myself into? Jim's kissed and caresses were so light they just tickled. I was so frustrated. I was probably a dozen good licks away from exploding into the best orgasm of my life and he wouldn't give it to me. I couldn't take it any more. I begged Jim for relief. I pleaded with him to make me come. He continued with the merciless little nibble, with one good intense lick or caress just often enough to keep me so close to the edge.
Jim: I had set a goal of keeping Amy at the edge like this for ten minutes. Of course I hadn't let her know this, and she couldn't see the clock from her angle, so she how no idea how long I would keep up the teasing. I think the ten minutes went by even slower for me than for her. I wanted her make her come just as badly as she wanted it. And another ten minutes of the aching erection for me. I thought to myself that the next time I did something like this to Amy, I'd need a way to get myself off first, so I could relax and enjoy working her over.
Amy: I clearly remembered asking Jim about tieing me up and ravaging me, and I had definitely asked for tickle torture, but I don't think I had said anything about all the sexual teasing. I was totally blown away by what Jim had already done to me; things hadn't played out exactly according to my fantasy, but the element of surprise, of not knowing what he was going to do to me next, added a lot. But the teasing torture was the worst. I broke down into complete begging and pleading. "Jim, PLEASE make me come. I'll do ANYTHING for you! Please Jim! ANYTHING! PLEASE! I'll be your absolute sex slave for a week! I've give you three massages a day! PLEEEEEASE!
Jim: Those were positively delicious offers from my beautiful sweetheart. I can't even begin to tell you how long the last five minutes lasted, but I stuck it out and got to my goal. Amy had no idea that her torture was up. She gasped when I slipped two fingers into her dripping pussy and turned my tongue up to "maximum". I didn't look at the clock again, but it wasn't long until Amy exploded into the loudest orgasm I had ever heard. She positively screamed. I got sly looks from our neighbors for weeks after that one.
Amy: I don't know if I can even describe the experience. Years of my naughty fantasies and what seemed like hours of Jim's sexy teasing brought me to a complete meltdown. And I was still very aroused.
Jim: Time for this love bondage couple to finally have sex. With Amy's legs splayed out, she was certainly exposed, but it wouldn't have worked well for intercourse. I undid the belts from her ankles. Amy slowly brought her legs back together. "At least they still work!" I got a pillow and put it under her head and adjusted it until it was perfect. I climbed onto Amy and we fucked like a couple of rabbits. Amy came way before me, with more loud sound effects, but maybe not quite enough to wake the neighbors this time. When we were done, I looked at the clock. It was after 1:00 am.
Amy: I figured Jim was going to let me out now, although if he had the energy left to fuck me again, I certainly wasn't going to stop him! I pulled mischievously at the neckties around my wrists again and struggled against them. Just as tight as ever; I wasn't getting out until Jim decided to let me out, and that was exactly the way I wanted it.
Jim: I went to Amy's wrists to untie the neckties. I got a bad surprise. Amy's struggles had pulled the knots so tight they wouldn't budge. I picked at the tight knots with my fingers to no avail. Amy noticed what had happened, but her reaction surprised me.
Amy: It seemed very funny to me. I wasn't scared at all. I knew Jim could cut the ties off me if he had to. The smart aleck side of me came out. "What's wrong Jim, can't get me out? I guess you'll just have to fuck me again!"
Jim: I would have done it in a second if there had been any energy at all left in me. I had the presence of mind to go to the bed legs. Amy's struggles had tightened those knots too. Next idea. I moved Amy up on the bed and had her stretch her arms out just as far as she possibly could.
Amy: Thank goodness for all my yoga classes!
Jim: That gave enough slack to slide the loop around the bed leg down to the floor. Amy plus the bed were still light enough for me to lift a little bit, so I picked up that corner of the bed and let the loop slip off the leg. Now Amy had the use of her left hand back but with a necktie still dangling from her wrist. She slid to the other side of the bed to give me more slack, I went around and lifted there, and popped that tie loose too.
Amy: So I finally was free again, sort of. I was completely naked with a necktie still dangling from each wrist. I felt very playful. "Wanna keep me like this Jim? With these ties on my wrists you could tie me up any time you want. You could tie them to anything handy, or just tie the neckties together behind my back."
Jim: I was very tempted but we were both exhausted and I knew Amy had a very busy schedule for piano teaching on Sunday. I ended up getting a pair of locking pliers and a pair of regular pliers out of my toolbox and I was able to use them to work the knots out of the ties. Amy was finally totally out of her bondage. We fell asleep in a naked, exhausted heap cuddled together on the bed.
Amy: I wished I didn't have such a busy teaching schedule the next day. Jim promised me we'd play like this again soon, and I reminded myself that good things are worth waiting for.