[I’ve shared some of my stories, but never about my best friend & girlfriend, and our own adventures in kink and bondage and the many stories it’s brought us, so I wanted to begin to write about them and share here! Hope you all enjoy!]
The armbinder was one of my favorite pieces of bondage gear. I had no idea something of this extravagance could exist until I was placed in one back in college. I loved the look, the feel, the straps that hugged my arms and shoulders. Be it one that laced up or zippered, locked on or just buckled. Black, pink, white. You name it, I was into it.
And I was into it.
We went out to brunch that Sunday morning and talked about everything but kink. Despite what was on my mind – all the things I still wanted to do with my gear and toys – I didn’t want to overwhelm her or have this weekend appear as a sex fueled fling that would fizzle come the work week.
We constantly found things to talk about. I loved the way she looked at me. I felt like this was our world and we could do anything we wanted together. She was a great listener (still is!), and espoused advice with such ease I found that there was nothing she couldn’t help me with, and no reason to hide anything from her. The kinks I shared with her up until this point weren’t at the outer reaches of weird. But in the coming weeks I would work up the courage to tell her about my kidnapping fantasies, my own want to be in chastity, human puppy play (woof!), public humiliation, boys that were into sissy play, cockqueening, and my desires to both be and have a slave for a weekend or two. None of this phased her. She just asked questions and took notes.
“Okay – How can we make this happen for you, and what’s the best way for us to do it?” Was her response to anything I told her. She would just smile at me, and always say you’re trouble. She was a project coordinator by day, and her skillset translated seamlessly into helping me/us accomplish my/our kink goals. I shouldn’t have been surprised at all when she planned out my kidnapping a few years into our relationship. (Details arriving soon!)
My elbows were pinched as Meg disappeared behind me to gather her haul. I showered after brunch, and yelled out that she had carte blanche when it came to my gear and me. I knew what I had stored in my trunk and in my closet, and nothing was off limits. There were obviously objects and implements Meg wouldn’t know how to deploy (head harness gags are tricky!) She was thrown off by rolls of saran wrap (I didn’t think it was that simple, she later remarked) and the anal hook would later become her favorite (seemed like it would split you in two).
She fixated on two items, both great choices as simple as they were, before I was put to use. I initially walked her through how the armbinder works. I had three in my collection; we ditched the one that laced up as I was trying to keep this simple for Meg and her current naivety. The one that currently fused my elbows together was done via a zipper and a few easy to cinch belts and buckles. I described how the straps went over my shoulders and mentioned that as the Top it was her job to always check in for any discomfort. She picked up items here and there and allowed me to describe what they were and how and why they would be used.
The collar was standard black leather but featured a pair of dangling chains that ended with adjustable nipple clamps. Meg brushed my hair out of the way to buckle the collar around my neck. I was covered in goosebumps and shaking in arousal as she dressed me how she wanted. She checked to make sure it wasn’t too tight. Her innocence was a turn on, and also made me feel like we were exploring this together as if we stumbled upon something we weren’t meant to find. I was half on the bed and half off. The monoglove creaked as I fidgeted once the clamps took hold of my pierced nipples, hardened by the aid of Meg’s lips. It wasn’t until the first one fell off as she was applying the second that she noticed they could be tightened by a screw. She chided me for not mentioning how exactly the clamps worked. I did, but she was probably overwhelmed to start. I whimpered. Half to play it up, half to gauge her reaction to my suffering.
“Oh stop, you’re a big girl, act like it!”
I liked that. A lot.
The ring gag came next. Settling between my teeth and buckled tight. The straps dug into the sides of my wide open mouth. I began to drool almost immediately as I pouted again in Meg’s direction.
She admired her handiwork, and took to teasing me with her words, which I very much appreciated.
“Am I doing okay?” She asked. So fucking cute i couldn’t take it. I nodded my head up and down and told her, poorly, how hot she was and how aroused I was.
“This turns you on? All this restriction? Little pervert you are, Olivia!” I looked to the ground, at her feet, blushing at her questions and demeanor despite my clear arousal. Her fingers slid between my legs and I instinctively pivoted on the bed and planted my ass firmly on the edge, spreading obediently. She noted my wetness. I nodded in agreement as she slipped her digits into me and planted a few kisses to the tuft of hair that decorated my pussy. I had been in similar positions involving armbinders before – my first was in college to a very professional and experienced woman that delighted in putting me through my paces. After that, I had spent time as a submissive to a lifestyle Domme to satisfy my cravings as a bottom and hers to own a “pony”. Plus, a few boys that were experienced and cute enough that I felt comfortable in bondage. But, this was a very different feeling of euphoria.
“Get on your knees for me?” It was more a question than a request or a demand. It was pure. I obliged all the same.
I stood up and flipped my hair out of my face before taking a few steps to a more open part of the room. Lowering myself to a carpeted section at the edge of the bed, I eyed Meg intently from below as she stripped off her shorts and pushed her panties to the side of her quick to harden cock. She planted her head right on my lips. My tongue slipped between the ring gag and began to lap at her slit, swirling around as best I could manage given my current handicap. I drooled a lot. Meg slapped my tongue and nose and cheeks with her member as one hand ran through my hair, brushing it out of the way to “give me a perfect view to watch my first bondage blowjob!”
I maintained eye contact with the beauty above me as I fucked my own mouth with her cock. Strands of spittle and drool connected from my chin to her head as I gagged on my attempts of a deep throat. She started to rock her hips, using my mouth more as a hole for pleasure at this point, and gripped my head as she continued to fuck my face. I was soaked. She got into a rhythm and found her footing as her hands gripped my head. She laughed; as if the weekend’s festivities finally came crashing down on her all at once. This was a lot for a few reasons, the main two being that at this point we had only known one another for a mere 48 hours, had spent most of that time together, and half of that was fueled by my kinks and her overwhelming curiosity. She was willing to explore everything.
I asked, through my gag and drool, what she was laughing at.
“Just….just *you* and the thought of – what have I gotten myself into?”
She stroked herself. I twisted in my armbinder and hunched back on my ass to give my knees respite just as she painted my face with a rope of come, followed by a second that covered my nose and lips and open mouth. I grinned as best I could and closed my eyes for fear of being blinded, as I myself started to giggle. I always craved more, and would have preferred the armbinder than be used for a strappado and a beating, or a hogtie that left me to my come covered shame. Instead, my tongue licked her cock clean while I plotted my own revenge.
I really loved that she didn’t make me come, or allow me, you could frame it. As always, she had a plan. She undid my gear and picked up while I showered. And while I showered she left my metal chastity belt where my towel usually hung. I hadn’t heard her come in, but there was a sticky note stuck upon the belt with simple instructions upon it.
“On”
She delighted as the brass padlock cinched all three components together. It had been a while since I even tried the belt on. It was a touch tight without adjustment. She tapped her hands against my metal covered sex the same way I did hers nights before.
We napped and cuddled and went out for drinks later that night and unbeknownst to either one of us, planned our lives together. My belt pinched a little, but I settled into it after a few hours. She always had questions, and they started right away while we were at work on monday. Was I supposed to deny you an orgasm yesterday?
I told her that one couldn’t possibly presume, as a bottom/submissive, that anything was ever to be expected, as it was always to be earned. At least that was my personal view. I also joked that, seeing as how I was still belted, she was denying me one today as well. I mentioned I still had two useful holes, and assured her once I had her locked back up I would be introducing her to my strap-on collection.
“I can’t wait to explore all of this with you” She replied back.
“Whatever your comfortable with, there’s so much more to do!”
“I’m comfortable with you, therefore I am following you down to whatever depths of kink desires you have. But, it’s still okay and necessary to just have date nights, other hobbies, nights with friends, okay?”
“Yes. Much easier to agree when someone in this conversation is locked up!”
“You’re trouble!”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/r4xk4b/ft_bondage_blowjobs_and_armbinders