Brandi Bondage

As Uncle M knows, I’m VERY perceptive about the world around me; I tend to notice a lot.  As many of you out there also know, I’m a huge fan of the reaching scene - the scene where the woman, otherwise helpless, struggles to reach something (especially her cell phone), but it lays mere inches beyond her fingertips grasp.  She strains, struggles, tries oh so hard, but the cell phone barely escapes her; what was at once so accessible, now betrays her.  When these two things come together, it gets me thinking…

 For example, this past weekend, I was at a friend’s house, sitting out by the pool for some of the last few hours of sunshine.  There was a group of us, talking, laughing, and soaking up the sun.  Well, one of my friends (who I will call S) was lying on a lounge, when she was alerted by the ringing of her Blackberry.  We had all placed our cell phones on  the ledge of the deck, a couple of feet behind us.  Now S, for whatever reason, really wanted that Blackberry, but didn’t want to get up for it.  So, she flipped onto her belly, and tried to stretch out to reach it.  Now, she has long arms (she’s tall, almost model-like in her height), but the Blackberry still escaped her grasp.  She tried really hard, her fingers spread out wide, and she whimpered a little bit (even saying “I wish my arms were little longer”), but alas, she couldn’t reach the Blackberry.  It probably was a good six inches away, and there was no way she would make up the gap in her position.  I admit, I was staring a bit, but played it off by joining in the good natured joking around after the incident (”Hehe, you’re so lazy, can’t even get up to get your Blackberry!”) 

This little incident really got me thinking; it got me imagining a heroine tied up on the floor of her house.  Maybe she tried some self-bondage, that didn’t work out so well; or maybe her husband/significant other tied her up, but she drove him away with an ill-thought comment.  Either way, she glances around the room, and her eyes fall on her precious Blackberry.  She rolls over and strains out her fingers…but alas, the Blackberry sits mere centimeters beyond her fingertips grasp…oh so close, but the distance is too great.  She gazes longingly at her Blackberry, but alas, no luck.

Or, she ties herself to her bed, thinking that her cell phone is well within reach to call a friend.  But, she realizes that she misjudged the distance, and the cell phone sits just far enough away to be a possible, but unlikely dream.  She thinks of all her good times using the cell phone, and lets out a little sigh when she realizes that she will have to wait for her boyfriend to return, that calling him is out of the question.

I couldn’t believe that my wife had actually gone and left me naked, gagged and hogtied out for what was for all intense and purposes public display. Sure I was on our little apartment balcony but it offered precious little protection from anybody that decided to take a walk along the public area. And I knew for a fact that there was a direct line of site from several of the adjoining units directly down onto our first floor deck. The thought did occur to me to squirm over to a corner of the deck right up against the wall but who was I kidding, there was no place to hide what so ever.

My struggles for freedom had long been abandoned and I resigned myself to my fate. My wife had left me no reference for time and in situations like this boredom usually sets in. Not this time however. I was acutely aware of every rustle of the bushes that lined the back public area, every car that passed by and even the voices coming from the school yard across the street. No, especially aware of the voices coming from any direction!

The warm air was doing a fine job of drying the wet from not only my body but the ropes that were so tightly wrapped around my limbs. Over time I could feel the cotton clothesline increases its grip little by little until I felt as if my wrists and ankles in particular were encased in cement. The pressure on my elbows and knees increased slightly as well but not enough to cause me any more discomfort than I was already in. There was defiantly going to be some severe rope marks after my ordeal finally comes to an end which will have to be dealt with in one way or another.

I could get a glimpse of the sun and estimated it was around noon time which meant I had spent the better part of three hours alone and out for display on the balcony. Truth be known this gave me a perverse sense of pleasure and I was once again hard as a rock. Add the butterflies churning in my belly and the pain from the ropes cutting into my skin was a secondary sensation that I could very well live with.

Finally I heard the sliding glass door open and recognized my wife’s bare feet stepping out and standing directly in front of my face. She has beautiful tiny feet with well manicured nails and is one of her many physical features that I find attractive…and she knows it. With some difficulty I managed to roll over onto my side and look up into her face and what I saw send shivers up and then right back down my spine. During our bondage and sex games in past she always gave me this bemused look and delighted in my predicament. Not this time however. Her look was not angry or emotionless but stern and very serious. The same expression one would have on their face when looking at a dog that had just made a deposit on a prized area rug. Unfortunately for me, this had the effect of making my cock even harder and I could feel ejaculate dripping from the tip of my penis. This apparently was not good in my wife’s eyes and as I discovered much later, prolonged my bondage considerably.

My wife then asked if I was having fun which was more of a statement than a question. Being gagged as I was my reply was nothing more than a grunt and this seemed to infuriate her even more. Wife then placed a foot on my shoulder and with more force than was necessary rolled me over onto my back then re-positioned her foot and applied most of her weight on the center of my chest. I groaned in agony as the pressure from my body intensified the pain I was experiencing on my wrists and ankles. This hurt like hell and my wife knew it but did not let up a bit on the pressure.

It wasn’t until my eyes started to swell with pain that she let up, bent down over me and with her face right up to mine told me that this was not supposed to be fun and was to teach me what it was like to be really tied up. My wife knew me all too well and was fully aware that I did not consider it to be true bondage if all one needed to be untied was simply ask to be untied. All to often in past I had left my wife tied up just a little too long after the act of sex and I had to surmise this was her way of letting me know what it felt like to be tied up past the “best before date.” With her face still in mine my wife reached down, grabbed my cock and squeezed. My reaction was immediate and ejaculate was squirted right up my belly with such force that it reached all the way to my chest.

The message was unmistakable. I was to suffer. Wife turned and left me in my bondage for the rest of the day and that was the last I saw or heard from her until well after the sun had set.

To be continued…

After a few moments of utterly hopeless struggling and fruitless moaning through my gag, I could feel my wife’s fingers working on the blindfold. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the daylight and while this was going on a pair of scissors was used to cut the pantyhose that was used to gag me. My mouth was dry as hell and my first request was for a drink of some sort. Orange juice was provided that I had to drink through a straw. How so very thoughtful of her I thought.

From the bedside clock I could see it was 8 in the morning so I had been left bound and gagged for well over 12 hours and was starting to feel the effects of my bondage. I had some tingling in my hands early on in my ordeal but that had long since passed and my circulation was fine. My legs were starting to ache behind my knees from being pulled up so tightly all this time. Shoulders were my main concern as they began to hurt the night before. However in spite of all this I wasn’t in too bad a shape, just uncomfortable is all.

What I did have however was a raging hard on which came as no surprise to my wife as she turned me over on my side and seemed to be taking some delight in my predicament. Needless to say we had an animated conversation about me being “put on display” as she put it but I was in absolutely no position to argue. The short version of a long story and the message my wife so unmistakably left with me was, “You like it tight you have it tight. You never really seem to want to be untied so you are getting your wish.” And finally the cherry on top, “I have always warned you that I was going to put you on display and you never took me seriously.” That was that, short and sweet.

Now my wife was also aware that once I ejaculate the fun of being tied up leaves me and I truly do want to be released. With that my dear wife encircles my rock hard penis with her hand and with a gentle squeeze sets me off. I have to admit that this was building up for the past 12 hours and the relief was immense and one of the best orgasms I have had up to that time or since for that matter.

I lay there limp and spent as my wife cut off the only piece of clothing she allowed me during my bondage. My body was relieved of my underwear which was dumped in the waste basket. The next bit of humiliation was being dragged off the bed and placed on the bedside mat. My natural reaction was to struggle in order to break my fall and my belly burned with frustration at not being able to do a damn thing about it. Once on the mat and with surprisingly little effort I found myself being dragged across the floor, out of the bedroom down the hall and into the main bathroom. My wife then managed to lift me over the top of the bathtub and let me slide in. Without even a slight smile or smirk my wife informed me to take care of my business before leaving and shutting the door behind her.

The details of what happened next are unnecessary to repeat here but suffice to say the call of nature was answered with great relief. Sometime later, after finishing a leisurely breakfast I had to assume, my wife returned and ran the shower for me. Thankfully she was in a charitable mood and ran warm and not cold water over me. My wife had turned the radio on and I could tell from the announcer that I had water from the shower cascading over me for a good 20 minutes. I was in no danger of even coming close to drowning as the water flowed easily down the drain preventing any sort of buildup in the tub. After a good soaking my wife turned off the shower and hauled me out of the tub and back on the mat she had used to drag me in there in the first place.

At this point I was re-gagged as tightly, efficiently and effectively as the night before. I might have even detected an extra knot or two being placed at the back of the pantyhose holding the packing inside my mouth but I’m not sure. I was sure that the only sound I could make was a deep manly grunt.

After I was gagged my wife for the first time checked all of the ropes pulling up on my wrists with so much force my legs were lifted off the mat. My wife rocked my wrists and ankles back and forth several times making the wet cotton rope just that much tighter. With that task accomplished I had a spectacular view of the floor as she dragged my very wet and very well hogtied body into the living room where she stopped in front of the balcony door.

I groaned as she opened the sliding door completely and proceeded to pull me out onto the balcony and place me smack dab in the middle of the deck. Our balcony was at ground level and at the back of the apartment building. The area in back was a common area but used infrequently and the view of the street was completely blocked by a thick hedge. However the railing surrounding the balcony deck was made of simple wood 2×2 pickets that were spaced every 4 inches or so. Needless to say that anybody who happened by would be treated to a virtually unobstructed view of a very naked and very well tied man. Not to mention any of the neighbors that happened to be out on their respective balconies looking down.

It was late spring so I knew the weather was going to be pleasant and not overly hot or cool. Warm enough for light clothing but not hot enough to want to jump in the pool and sunbath kind of weather. My wife mumbled something about leaving me outside to gently dry off as if I was freshly cleaned laundry. She never uses a clothes dryer if she can hang the wash outside to dry by the way and it looked like I was no exception.

The last I saw of my wife for what was to become many hours was the vision of her closing the deck door from inside, waving bye bye and mouthing what I understood as “have fun.” With that she closed the blinds and disappeared from my view.

I have always been a lover of bondage and early on in my marriage my wife indulged me much to the pleasure of us both, but mostly me. My binding material of choice at the time was white cotton clothesline as I found it not only made the most secure knots but cinched up better than nylon rope.This particular evening my wife had me strip down to my underwear and lay face down on the bed. I crossed my wrists behind my back and she proceeded to bind my wrists with a 6 foot length of cotton rope. Wife asked me to wriggle my wrists as she cinched the rope up between my wrists and pulled out all the slack before knotting it off with several tight knots. As always she was careful to make sure none of the knots were in reach.

Next up were my ankles and my dear wife did as expert a job binding my ankles together as she did my wrists. I was a little taken back when a rather long length of rope was applied to my arms just above the elbows and she started to pull them together. She had never gone to these lengths before and I sure wasn’t about to stop her now! I have no idea how close she got my elbows together but I could feel my shoulder blades touch so they must have been fairly close together. Once she cinched and knotted the elbow rope off wife asked me to test the bounds which of course I did. It was obvious to both of us that I was going no where without her help.

Another length of rope found its way around my legs just above the knees and as she did with my ankles cinched and knotted this off. Now my favorite all time bondage position is the hogtie and the love of my life was not going to disappoint me. However this time wife did something out of character and instead of drawing my legs up so my ankles are say a foot away from my wrists putting me in a tight but not to terribly severe hogtie, she looped a 6 foot rope between the wrist and ankle cinching and pulled up until my ankles were directly under my wrists.

I was arched over as she looped the rope around my wrists and ankles, pulled the slack out after each and every turn and knotted after each turn of the rope. Once she was done I was in the tightest and most extreme hogtie I have ever been in my life. It was like my wrists were welded to my ankles and my fingers could touch nothing but the back of my legs just above my ankles.

The second surprise that my wife had in store for me was a gag. A surprise because we had never experimented with gags of any sort, until now it seemed. She has a bag of old nylons that she keeps for reasons that are known only to her and retrieved said bag from the closet. Not one but two pair of pantyhose were rolled up into a ball and unceremoniously stuffed into my mouth. A third pair of nylons was wrapped tightly between my teeth and around my head pushing the ball of nylon deeper into my mouth. The pantyhose that she used to wrap was pulled to its maximum as she looped it around my neck and mouth. From the feel of it I could tell wife tied several knots at the back instead of a quick release bow.

Her demeanor at this point changed completely and quite frankly, scared the hell out of me. I was rolled over on my side and with as cold and hard a look as I’ve seen from anyone, wife stated that she was leaving me like that. Before I could grunt in protest she finished the job by blindfolding me with yet another pair of pantyhose. As I lay there I could feel her get off the bed and pad away.

Before long I heard the bathtub run and knew that little ritual would take her the better part of an hour, which it did by the way. I could hear her get out of the tub and her shuffling around the bedroom sent shivers up my spine. She never spoke a word to me nor laid a hand on me. Nothing, I was completely ignored and left to wiggle about as best I could in my ropes.

We lived in an apartment in those days and I could hear the door open then close. The sound of the deadbolt clicking into place got my tummy churning. There was absolutely no way I was getting out of this bondage without help. It was around 7:00 in the evening when my wife started tying me up and I estimated it was now somewhere between 8 and 9, probably 8:30.

My wife had without my knowledge made plans to go out to dinner and a show with her sister and this was the night Apparently or so I was told, my wife came home around one that morning and slept on the living room couch preferring to leave me alone in my misery. It wasn’t until some time after I heard the birds chirping that the smell of fresh coffee and toast drifted into the bedroom. The phone rang and I recognized my wife’s voice so at least I knew it was her making breakfast and not some stranger.

Gail’s of laughter were coming from the other side of the apartment so at least wife was in good spirits. My wife comes into the room, kisses me on the cheek and says “I’m putting you on display for the next two days.” Now that got some frantic and quite useless struggling out of me.

To be continued…

Uncle M refuses to tell me exactly what happened on Day 11 - but all I got was one photoset out of him and the models this time. The photos are very entertaining - just want to know where are the rest?

Last night I ended up with free tickets to 3 Doors Down and ended up having a blast with my friend from England. In the process I discovered that I have a tendency to cross my arms behind my back when I’m standing for long periods of time. At one point I had been wishing that I had my knitting with me because I was not overly impressed with Staind’s performance. The only other time I’ve ever gotten up from the middle of the show to get a drink was when the bar was next to the stage. And I will be the first to admit that the amount of tie-able women there was fantastic. Unfortunately the women sitting around us were more conservative and narrow than I was comfortable with. As soon as I mention anything sexual or kinky to my date they started frowning. Prudes.