[MF] “This sounds kinda weird, but…

… I want to escape your bondage”

This was the message I was sent on Reddit and, after some back and forth, we met in person at the weekend.

I chose a bench by the river, which was a popular place for people to walk by, and put a single red rose on the bench next to me. I sat in the chilly wind watching the water flow gently.

A rowing team sailed by, followed by a gaggle of geese.

I felt her presence before she spoke.

5ft 8. Light tan jacket, tied with a matching belt. Leather leggings. Black leather boots just below the knee. Flowing blonde hair. A shy smile. Curvy build.

She was mid-50’s and recently out of an unfulfilling marriage. Kids long left home. Burning desire to be tied up.

She held the rose close to her nose and took a long sniff of its scent as we sat and spoke about life. Her life. Fantasies.

The following Thursday evening I was sat on my knees in her living room.

She was writhing around on the floor. Tied up in duct tape.

It was her choice; rope could be fiddly, she argued. Metal restraints were impossible. Cable ties too uncomfortable. So we settled on duct tape.

Her plan was simply to be tied and given 20 minutes to wriggle free.

My counter offer was an hour of wriggling.

We compromised on 20 minutes, after which she would be ungagged. I would then fuck her mouth relentlessly for the next 20 minutes. Or until she untied herself.

Whichever happened first.

The clock read 18 minutes. She was nowhere near free. Her wrists were still impeccably bound with 20 layers of silver duct tape, the same configuration around her elbows. Another 20 layers sat wrapped around her thighs and ankles, bent at the knee in a kneeling position. Too high for her to simply push off.

At 20 minutes the alarm sounded. She let out a loud moan. She had tired herself out wriggling and squirming around in the carpeted floor.

I unwrapped the duct tape wrapped around her mouth. She breathed deeply as I slipped off my jeans. Pumped my cock into a semi-erection.

Pushed it into her mouth.

Her position on the carpet straightened her throat somewhat. My cock found its way nice and deep inside her. Resting neatly at the back of her mouth. She squealed but couldn’t move off my cock.

I left it there a while as she struggled on the floor, fumbling helplessly with the tape around her wrists. Then started sliding my cock in and out of her wet mouth. Her tongue protested but was unable to stop my stiffening shaft working it’s way down her throat slowly and then back out again.

It wasn’t long until I came, resting my helmet on her tongue and filling the roof of her mouth with thick semen, before continuing to ram my cock into her warm hole.

I’d promised to be unrelenting and a gentleman keeps his promises, even to a slut. Over the next 20 minutes she still became no closer to untying herself, whilst I came another 5 times.

After 40 minutes the alarm sounded. She laid on the carpet, spent, cum dripping from her mouth.

She expected to be untied.

I picked up the duct tape and regagged her mouth. Tightly. With my cum still inside. Then wrapped it around her head over her eyes.

The next 20 minutes, to take us up to a round hour, I sat teasing her clit with a strong vibrator. Watching her body language. Seeing her back arch. Feeling her pelvis thrust back against the vibrations.

Eventually she came. Her whole body shook violently in her bonds, straining against the duct tape until it could hold out no more.

Then she came again.

And again.

After the fourth orgasm I shut off the vibrator and began to untie her. Slowly. Keeping her helpless as she quivered from the orgasms and left her sub space.

I left her there on the floor as I gathered my equipment and promptly left.

With a single red rose on the welcome mat by the door.

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Please note, she’ll be reading this, so please be kind in the comments.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dualz7/mf_this_sounds_kinda_weird_but