I met my latest boyfriend in Social Studies class and the module we were studying was all about social norms and what our society sees as acceptable and unacceptable behavior. There were a lot of unacceptable behaviors, like assault, sexual assault, forced confinement. Some nerds didn’t know what that was and the teacher explained that it could include kidnapping, being left locked in a room or being tied up, things like that. Then some guy trying to sound smart calls out, “but what if she wants to be tied up?” That got quite a laugh from several boys, but not my boyfriend. That pretty well ended the class and we all left.
Over lunch I asked him what he thought about the last question in class and he thought it was pretty stupid, who would want to be tied up? Then I told him a few stories about how I had been tied up as a kid. My older brother thought it was fun tying me up and since it meant that I got attention from him, I was OK with it. I told him that it went on for most of one summer. It started off with my brother using my plastic skipping rope, which was pretty lame, but somewhere along the way he had found some real rope and it got a little more serious.
The last time my brother tied me up was with his friend’s help who egged him on to ‘do it right’ as he had said. Well that time I was tied up pretty tight to the tree in our backyard and they left me there saying they would be back in a little while. I don’t know how long they left me, but my mother was the one who discovered me after returning from shopping and she was mortified! When she found out that it was my brother who had tied me up, he got grounded for a month, lost his allowance and I don’t know what else. It's safe to say that he never did it again.
My boyfriend was shocked by the story, but I tried to tell him that it was no big deal, in fact, for the most part I enjoyed it. I confessed that I kind of missed those more innocent days. He asked me if I still wanted to be tied up. I told him that if it was with the right guy I thought it would be exciting. Then I asked him if he would like to tie me up.
What do you say to a girl who asks you to tie her up? Well I said we need a place where we can be alone. My parents regularly went to our chalet for skiing on weekends so Saturday nights would be our best opportunity unless she had a place we could go. She did not so we made plans for a date at my place the next Saturday night. She arrived around 7:00. She explained that her mother did not know that my parents are out of town, but she also said that what her mom doesn’t know can’t hurt us!
We cuddled on the couch for a while discussing how she wanted to be tied up. I don’t think she had given it much thought because all she could think of was the last time she was tied up to a tree as a kid. I said we could do something similar by tying her to a post in the basement. She didn’t have any other suggestions so we headed down stairs and I had her stand with her back to the center post in the basement.
I tied her hands together on the other side of the post, which trapped her on the post. Then I tied her ankles and then her thighs to the post. She thought that was pretty good, but she could still lean forward a lot at her waist and felt that she had too much movement. I could have wrapped rope around her chest, but first I tied her elbows together behind the post. This forced her shoulders back and her breasts out. I thought that this position would make tying her chest more fun for me.
I anchored another rope to the post and from behind her wrapped it around her chest, first above her tits and then below. Standing behind made brushing her boobs almost inevitable, which she did not seem to mind at all. My final wrap went directly across her breasts and I nearly fondled her tits while doing so. I came around to the front to see her breasts bulging out on either side of my last rope, but it didn’t go over the middle of her left tit and I said it didn’t look quite right.
She told me that I should fix it straight. She was inviting to play with her tits! I looked at her a little surprised. Then she invited me again by saying that she didn’t like the way it was lob-sided. So I just had to poke, prod, squeeze and push her left titty until the rope was properly across the middle.
I was excited for the first tie-up session. It had been twelve years since I was last tied up and I kind of missed it. I liked the way he tied me to the pole. Pulling my elbows back made my small breasts look quite a bit bigger. As he wrapped the rope above and below my breasts I knew he was fondling me at the same time, and it felt good. My nipples were erect before he laid the last rope across my breasts, but I don’t think he noticed. I would have to wear a thinner bra next time.
After he had manhandled my left tit to be properly under the rope, he gave me a delightful deep throat kiss while gently holding my head in his hands. He challenged me to try to escape and I struggled for about 5 minutes but I was clearly getting nowhere. Convinced he had done a good job he untied me, getting a few fondles in on the way. I stayed there another hour or so enjoying his company but also letting the rope marks fade away.
I could hardly wait for the next Saturday night. This time he tied me up in a chair with my arms passing through the slats in the chair back and then being tied together behind. My legs were pulled back down the sides of the chair and tied to the back legs. He sat down on my lap and played with my breasts while French kissing for a half an hour or more. I really liked being tied up and looked forward to each Saturday night that would bring another new way to be tied up.
It was becoming a regular event for her to call around midweek so we could make plans for the next weekend. Again we made plans for Saturday night but my parents' plans changed Friday night and they ended up staying home. They told me that I did not have to change my plans and that my girlfriend could still come over for Saturday night. Sure she could come over, but our plans would definitely have to change, no ropes this weekend. I managed to sneak a call to her during the day to warn her but we both agreed that it would be better to keep the date so as not to raise any suspicion with my folks. She arrived around 7:00 and gave me her traditional kiss greeting at the door although a little tamer than normal. I'm sure my mom saw us because I noticed her smiling in the hallway.
We headed to the family room and decided on a movie on Netflix. The movie was a dud and it wasn't long that we were into the kitchen in search of coke and munchies. While I was searching for chips she asked what the big box by the back deck was. I told her it was a hot tub. She knew nothing about hot tubs, which was pretty obvious by her remark that she would like to try it when we open it in the spring. I told her it was running through the winter. She thought it would be cold in the winter, but I explained it was heated to about 100 degrees. It was just a little cold getting to and from the tub in the winter.
She was quite intrigued. My mom was listening to our conversation from the living room and suggested that we go out into the tub tonight. I was a little surprised that my mom would suggest it but I went along with her. I guess she figured in the open, in the back yard with the patio lights on was a pretty safe place.
I was shocked when his mother suggested we use the hot tub. I would have thought it would be off limits. I politely declined with the excuse that I had nothing to wear in the tub. She dismissed that as a poor excuse saying I could go home and get a bathing suit. She offered to supply the towels. Before making the trek home for nothing I suggested I call home and get permission. I called home and talked to my mom who was very cold to the idea, no pun intended. His mother could tell that my mom was not comfortable with the idea, so she asked to talk to her. They seemed to chat forever getting to know each other. Since we had only been dating about two months, this was the first chance they had to meet up.
The conversation led to his mother inviting my mom over for the evening. That way she could see the hot tub herself. They agreed it was a good idea, my mom said she would be over shortly with my bathing suit and ended the conversation without even consulting us.
Long before they settled their arrangements we had headed back to the family room in search of a better movie than our first choice. His mother came down - luckily we were just cuddling - and announced her solution; my mom was on her way over with my bathing suit. We looked at each other not knowing how to react. Our mothers were going to meet!I reasoned that it shouldn't be that bad and this way I would get out into the hot tub. I tried to sound happy when I answered but I'm not sure it came out that way.
With his mom retiring to the kitchen we discussed this turn of events and decided that as long as our mothers hit it off well, this evening would turn out all right. If we act responsibly this one night with both mothers watching - for sure they would be watching - then we would more likely be trusted in the future. We agreed on good behavior but we would not be angels, that would be suspicious.
My mother arrived about a half hour later and introduced herself to his mother at the door. Of course she brought my one piece. I thought to myself that my bikini could wait until a more private time. I went to the bathroom and he went to his bedroom to get ready for the hot tub. At the back door I hesitated, after all it was -10 outside. He headed out first and lifted the cover off of the tub, climbed in and waited for me to venture out. As I stepped out the cold hit as a rather refreshing and invigorating blast of cool. I lingered a bit in the cold night air. My feet were surrounded with an inch or so of powder snow from our latest weather maker. From the living room window both of our mothers had a pretty good view of the hot tub and the young couple in it.
I jumped into the hot tub as soon as the lid was half opened. From in the hot tub I was able to finish opening the cover and I lounged in the 100-degree water waiting for her to come out the door. She seemed to hesitate, not sure if she could survive the cold, but once she was outside, she lingered in the cold air. I thought to myself, either she is frozen in place or she is actually enjoying the cold winter air on her skin. From where she was standing our mothers could not see her, so they must have assumed she wasn't out yet.
Eventually she took the few steps to reach the tub and climbed in to join me. We both figured that our mothers were testing us. They tried to make it look like they were not watching, but it was obvious they were keeping an eye on us. I spent about ten minutes explaining how all the jets worked and the features of each of the six seats around the tub. Then I turned the jets on and we enjoyed the massaging effects of the water. With the jets on it was difficult to hear each other so we said nothing. Sitting and doing nothing else for the twenty minutes of a massage cycle made watching us really boring for our mothers and over time they seemed to lose interest.
When the cycle ended and the jets went off we were able to talk and we did without moving around so as not to attract attention from our mothers inside. We both felt really weird being watched and talked about repeating this without peering eyes. We talked about some of the wild things I had done in the hot tub like jumping out and rolling in the snow. She thought that sounded like a lot of fun and wanted to try it. We discussed whether it was a good idea to do in front of the Moms and decided that it was quite harmless and would give them something to talk about.
So we jumped out of the hot tub and ran out into the snow covered backyard. The snow was nearly knee deep so running through the snow tended to kick up a lot of snow. By the time we reached the middle of the yard we had the attention of the mothers. My mother was laughing while her mother looked astonished. We joined hands and danced in a circle singing All Around the Rosie.
When we came to "we all fell down", we sat down in the snow and fell over laughing. One fall in the snow was enough for me and I headed straight back to the hot tub. She was still laughing as I sank into the water and was having difficulty composing herself to get up. As she got up she stumbled and fell again and face planted into the snow.
I checked the window and saw our mothers glued to the window and talking about something. Her mother was perhaps worried that she might already have frostbite. Hopefully my mom was reassuring her that everything would be fine. As she climbed into the tub she was still laughing. I remarked that she must have been freezing. She said she found it invigorating!
I was scared that as I stepped outside I would turn into an icicle. After all you aren't supposed to go outside in the dead of winter in just your bathing suit! But, as I stepped outside, the cold night air felt more refreshing than freezing. Granted, the snow on my bare feet was chilly but certainly bearable. Stepping into the hot tub felt even better following the quick chill from the winter night. The massaging effects of the jets felt even better.
We watched our mothers carefully. We were suspicious of them but they were probably a little suspicious of us too. When he suggested running in the snow, at first I thought it was crazy but then I thought about how the cold air felt as I stepped out the door. Then I thought about how our mothers would take it. Together we decided that there was no harm in being a little silly and at least it will give them something to talk about. So we jumped out and frolicked in the snow. Sure it was cold but if you kept moving then you stayed warm enough. Falling into the snow was a little colder, but it was also stimulating. My nipples went erect but I don't think he noticed. I was out in the snow the longest and because of that I think I appreciated the return to the hot tub the most.
After a short while we got out of the hot tub, went inside, and got changed again. We ended the evening with a nice conversation with our moms over a pot of tea. The evening turned out to be very fortunate for us. Our mothers got to know each other and they got to see us together and see that we were fine together. It made them both more comfortable with our dating. Even by the next week my mom already trusted me more.
We made plans to spend the next Saturday night at his place and to use the hot tub again. This time we were quite sure that his parents would be gone skiing. As I was leaving my house with a small bag, my mom stopped me to ask a few questions. I told her where I was going and she asked what was in the bag. I told her it contained a towel and my bathing suit for going in his hot tub again, if that was all right with her. She asked what bathing suit I had packed. Well it seems she did not entirely trust us yet. I pulled from the bag the same one-piece she had brought the week before. She was satisfied with that. I did not tell her about my bikini tucked in my pocket though. She was happy with my answer and I was happy too. So I headed off to his place with Mom's blessing. Luckily she did not ask about where his parents would be and I did not volunteer the information.
I greeted her at the door and we quickly stepped inside. I had hardly closed the door when she asked about going in the hot tub again and we headed off to put on our bathing suits. In my bathing suit, I stepped out into the cold night air and about four inches of new snow on the deck. I sunk into the soft white stuff as I made the short trek to the tub. It took a few minutes to brush the snow off the top before I could open it. My bare feet felt the worst of it since I had to stand in the snow while clearing the top. I climbed in and waited for her.
I saw her in the doorway but didn't really see her until she was out of the backlighting from the family room. She looked incredible! She wore a tiny white bikini. The top was two small triangles that barely held her breasts tied on around her neck and behind her back with cute bows. The bottom had a little more material and was finished with bows on each side. She herself was steaming as she slipped into the steaming tub! We cuddled on the lounge seat in the tub that was only intended for one. Suddenly she suggested that we jump out into the snow.
I said I'd rather stay where it is nice and hot but she insisted on getting out. I threatened jokingly to toss her into the snow and she said I would not have to because she was heading into the snow with or without me. I told her she would not last 30 seconds and she replied in a cocky voice that she could stay out in the snow way longer than that. I said more than twice as long and she said no problem. I pushed her saying there was no way she stay out in the snow for three minutes and she snapped back "no sweat!" Three minutes in the snow and there certainly would not be any sweat! I dared her to go ahead and I would keep time.
Without saying a word she climbed out of the tub and headed out into the snow covered backyard. I told her to head out under the big maple tree where the snow was deeper. She was sinking in over her knees. She turned around and stared me down as if to say, "Are you satisfied?" I told her that standing up would only get her feet cold.
She asked me if I was keeping track of the time. I wasn't but I pulled my watch wrist high out of the water to show her that I was setting the stopwatch then I told her she had to be IN the snow. She sat down in the snow but I said she should lie down in the snow. She stuck her to tongue out at me and sunk into the snow with her arms wide out. I stood up in the tub to get a better view. Her entire body was below the top surface of the snow.
I was very impressed and tried to show it. I asked "Can you cover yourself with snow?"
She answered, "Like this?" and proceeded to plow snow on top of herself with her arms. She spread her legs a little and that effectively buried them too. She was muttering under her breath that it was really cold. I pointed out that her head was not covered, but she was worried that she would get snow in her mouth and eyes. I reminded her that snow is just frozen water and water wouldn't harm her. She asked if she would be able to breath through snow and I told her that as long as it was not packed in then breathing would not be a problem. She muttered again something about what else I would ask for and then collected snow from above her head and covered her face. Then she tucked her hands by her side under the snow and she was completely buried. From under the snow I heard a voice asking if I was happy now. I told her she looked great.
OK, it was a pretty stupid dare, but once I started there was no going back. When he dared me to three minutes in the snow it didn't sound very long and it sounded like an exciting challenge and it was a chance to show that I was more than just a tie-up babe.
So I bounced out of the comfort of the hot tub and into the snow, out of 100 degrees and into -100 degrees! The snow was cold on my feet and ankles, but at first the rest of my body only felt the cold air. It wasn't windy that night so I didn't feel the full effect of the cold air. I walked out to where the snow was at least up to my knees and turned to face him. My bikini did nothing to keep me warm and I noticed that my nipples were erect again. I wondered if he noticed.
I had already intended to lie down in the snow but it felt good to make him believe that I was following his orders. I fell back and sunk well below the surface of the snow into my own made cliff-lined valley. I thought of making the traditional angel, but when he suggested I bury myself, well, that sounded more exciting. Within seconds I was buried to my neck and shifting my legs was easy to get the snow to fall onto them. Then he asked why I didn't bury my head.
I played the part of being scared but I knew from getting my face shoved into the snow by a bully at school several years back that you can easily breath through snow. Knowing that I had only three minutes I didn't play him for long and reached above my head for some snow. With one scoop my head was covered with several inches of soft snow.
I called through the snow "Satisfied?" I could not hear his response clearly but I think he was impressed. I scooched my hands into the snow beside me and called out, "Wake me in a couple of minutes" but I'm not sure he heard me.Now lying buried in snow is cold! And there is nothing you can do to make it warmer; you can just deal with it. And that is what I did in my soft, white and cold cocoon.
Time seemed to stand still. Three minutes should have been over real fast. After all that's less time than it takes to make toast, but I wasn't hearing anything from above the snow. I called out again asking how long it had been, but still no answer. I didn't want to get up prematurely and lose the dare, but the snow was really cold.
I resolved to stay buried in the snow until he called to me to get up. The cold was more severe on my stomach and chest than on my arms and legs. Perhaps my overall body temperature was dropping.I kept telling myself it will be over any second now and so I just lay there waiting.
Then I heard a rather alarmed voice from above the snow calling out "Are you still alive? When are you getting up?" I felt something moving near me and then snow was being cleared from my face. The first he touched my face it stung and I jerked up knocking snow from my face and body.
I saw him standing above me in the snow looking rather worried. I asked him if the three minutes were up. He glanced at his watch and said that it has been nearly five minutes and urged me to get into the tub saying that the snow was freezing his feet. I thought just his feet, eh. He should try being completely buried. I got up and most of the snow fell off but my body was dripping from the melted snow.
He helped me into the hot tub and then he quickly climbed in himself.
He again remarked at how cold the snow was on his feet. I agreed that it was cold, but I felt like I could have tolerated it longer. Maybe it's a matter of getting past a threshold and then you can stay longer or maybe it was just that I could deal with the cold better. The heat of the hot tub felt awesome! Rather than feeling hot, it felt like it was drawing away cold. It felt like the cold was deeper than the skin and the heat on the skin was warming up the deep cold, but my skin didn't feel hot.
The pulsating action of the jets felt like the water was cooling down as it passed by my body. I lay on the lounger in silence for several minutes before I heard him ask me how I was doing. I told him I felt great and that I would like to try something like that again. He was more than OK with that. He said next time he could help with the burying. I wasn't sure about that, but I said we could talk about it. I asked him if we were going to have our usual tie-me-up session and he suggested we get out and start with it right away.
I climbed out first and headed to the back door while he closed down the hot tub. Inside we dried off and he suggested that we get dressed and start our weekly bondage session. I was happy to stay in my bikini but if he wanted to get dressed, I would wait. He was pleased with my decision and said he would be back in a flash. Perhaps he was worried that his erection would show too much in his swim trunks, but whatever his reason, he was back in less than a minute and then shot off after his stash of rope.
I asked him what he had in mind for tonight and he said he wanted to tie me in a hog-tie. I did not know what that was, nor did I particularly care, as long as I was tied up and he did it. I acted like I was extremely interested and told him that he is the boss and I welcomed any new adventure. He told me to turn around and put my hands behind my back, palms together. I complied and he put the first loop around my wrists. Then he continued to wrap the rope around my forearms bringing my arms tight together.
He stopped wrapping halfway to my elbows and tied off the rope. My elbows were tight together and there was no way I would reach the knot he tied. He invited me to sit down while he tied my ankles. This was a simple tie, rope around the ankles and tightly cinched. Then he did something new. He tied a third rope to my wrist tie, told me to lie on my stomach and then looped the rope around my ankle tie and started to pull on the rope to bring my ankles and wrists together. So this was a hog-tie.
At first I thought this was neat and I told him I liked it, but he kept working on bringing my hands and feet closer together, forcing me into a back arch. I pride myself at being pretty flexible, but it was still pretty tight when he finally tied it off with my fingers able to tickle the soles of my feet. He stepped back and asked how I was doing. I said I was doing good. He challenged me to try and get free. I struggled a lot, but I knew from the start that there was no way I would get out. I was his captive. He always tied me up tight.
I was anxious to get out of the tub to tie up my girlfriend again. I dreamed about tying her up in her bikini, but didn't know how to suggest it. When she suggested it, I was thrilled, but tried to be nonchalant about it. I rushed around like crazy to get dressed and round up my ropes before she changed her mind. The hog-tie went just as I had imagined it. Her hands and feet met behind a beautifully arched back. I asked her if she thought she could escape and she put up a good effort. Through it all her hair got pretty messed up. She asked me if I could straighten it up and get it off of her face.
I gathered her hair back and worked on combing it out with my fingers. One finger snagged the bow that tied her bathing suit around her neck and nearly pulled the bow out. Then I got an idea that perhaps through 'combing' her hair I might be able to pull the bow out from behind her neck. I carefully straightened her hair and accidentally caught one of the ties between my fingers. The small ribbon popped undone with almost no effort.
I paused for a moment wondering how she might react. There was no reaction to the loose string but she did say that it felt good when I ran my fingers through her hair so I continued running my fingers through her hair from her head right down her back between her tied wrists and over the bikini strap tied in the middle of her back. Using the same technique as before, I caught the second string between my fingers and this bow popped undone too. Her top was barely holding on now and with a few more strokes through her hair the strings were completely undone. She wiggled a bit as if she was trying to escape and her top fell off! And all she said was "oops".
She smiled at me and then said that the bottom half of her bikini was only held together by the bows at her sides. Catching the opportunity I said that she must be kidding and she said, "See for yourself." So I did. I took a string on both sides and pulled. The bows popped open and with a little extra pull her bikini bottom was nearly off. She managed to roll onto her side and within seconds she was completely naked.
It was awesome to be tied up in a hogtie. I could wiggle but not much more. Then he started combing his fingers through my hair. I quickly realized that he was brushing at the strings of my bikini and that felt exciting too. As he pulled at the strings I felt my top loosening. A little wiggling on my part and it fell off completely. I managed to roll onto my side exposing my tits to him and in a better position to see his expression. His eyes were wide open like a deer caught in headlights. I broke the silence just by saying "oops".
I thought to myself that this is the time to get naked and dropped a not-so-subtle hint that he could remove my bikini bottom by simply undoing the bows on the sides. It didn't take much to entice him to pull a few strings and my bottom half was falling off. I rocked onto my side again and this time I was fully exposed. A little tugging on his part and he dropped it with the top half of my bikini.
He told me I looked beautiful all tied up and naked and asked me if I was OK with the situation. I told him I never felt better. He began caressing my breasts and I closed my eyes to simply enjoy the moment. His hands slid gently down my body and found my crotch. His fingers lightly touched my blonde pubic hair and I let out a sigh of ecstasy and tried to push against his hand so that his fingers sank deeper into my mound. For blissful minutes we both enjoyed his fingers around my cunt then he finished off by lying down beside me and holding me close.
All I could do was wrap my neck around him and kiss him passionately. We lay together for a long time with him holding me tight and me tightly held by his ropes. At one point I thought he might have fallen asleep but I was happy just to be in his arms. Finally he whispered asking if I needed relief from the ropes and I told him they were starting to hurt my wrists and ankles so he untied me.
With the ropes off, I rubbed my wrists to help remove the rope marks and he gently did the same for my ankles. His ankle massage led into a foot massage that was simply heavenly. So, there I was sitting on his living room floor completely naked enjoying a foot massage. I don't know what enticed him to look at his watch but quite suddenly he declared that it was nearly ten o'clock and if I didn't want to raise concerns from my mom, I had better get ready to head home.
I got dressed in the bathroom, wetted my regular bathing suit before wrapping it in my towel. That way if my mom got hold of it she would think I used it in the hot tub. He then walked me home and we both said that we could not wait for our next Saturday evening together.
I called him up and agreed to go back to his place the very next Saturday. I tried to sound calm but I was really dying to see him again.
Before hanging up I made sure that his parents would not be home again. They loved to ski and with the latest dump of twelve inches of snow, the weekend skiing would be great so they already had plans to go to their chalet. That was perfect for us. As I got ready to go to his place, I thought about bringing my bikini again, but then I asked myself why. I would end up naked anyway. At least that was my plan.
Continues in part two