[I’ve shared some of my stories, but never about my best friend and 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!]
“You didn’t tell me my wardrobe options would be limited when you put this…cage…on me…”
“Locked it on you. You look amazing, I love the sundress. Did you know I’m a sucker for high heels, too?”
I wore my own pair of black stilettos. I didn’t wear heels outside of the bedroom much at all, but I wanted to give off a classy but powerful vibe. Like a seductive boss. But as Meg called it weeks later I looked like a high-end call girl in my leather pencil skirt and plunging top. I took that as a compliment.
Meg was in a flowery and flirty dress – a mix of cocktail and summer day – stockings, and her own pair of heels in a black chunkie bootie style. It was a good thing I wore heels, she would have been towering over me, and that isn’t useful when you’re trying to give off a vibe.
Her panties gave support to her cage. Once she was buckled in I asked her to prove to me she was locked. I knew she was, but I wanted to see and grip her. I told her we could play with different cages to find one that was less bulky and heavy for long term wear.
“I’m not sure if I should be scared or flattered that you say long term wear!” She blushed and looked forward. I realized I needed to explain how many options there were in that regard and that it was something couples could do off and on. I remember she picked up on me saying *couples* and we both blushed a little. I wanted to make it clear that I wasn’t looking at her as a fling, or how all my “relationships” were. I connected with her on a level that was beyond a play partner, and I wanted to explore both avenues. She agreed, grinning at me, shifting in her seat and in her cage. Her eyes were fixed on my lips.
“Do you want to kiss me so I shut up?” I asked.
Meg uttered her line once more before pivoting and coming closer to me buckled in while the car idled in her apartment driveway.
“You’re trouble.”
I parked a few blocks away from our dinner destination. I felt a rush of arousal at the sound of our heels pounding the sidewalk, and even more as Meg took my hand in hers.
There was a wait, so we headed across the street for a drink first where we chatted about everything but kink. I didn’t want to overwhelm her. Conversation between us was then, as it is now, always easy, thoughtful and funny. Plus, you don’t necessarily need to discuss kink when your date is in chastity. It’s always on *their* mind. She made me laugh often. It took her a while to notice my necklace, which was interesting since it was dangling in my cleavage: the key to the cage.
“Oh my god you aren’t wearing…”
“Of course I am. Safe keeping. And someday you’ll have me locked into my own belt, and you too can wear it around your neck!”
“Is that part of my surprise for tonight?”
“Of course”
“So does that mean I’m your slave now?”
She was part curious and part joking. The smirk I would come to love made an appearance often that night, full of mischief and intrigue.
“I wouldn’t mind if that was one of your titles, can we combine friend, girl friend, lover, and obedient little fuckdoll into one specific way to describe you?”
“You’re trouble.”
“You keep saying that, so you’re going to speak it into existence, y’know!”
She was always faster than me. I was impulsive, Meg was level headed, and never let me get the last word.
“I bet you already have a plan for the night in regards to me and your kinks, so maybe I’m trying really hard to speak it into existence to make sure you take me home with you. Ever think about that, Liv?”
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“Am I getting naked before you tie me up?”
“If you want to be a good girl for me, I will expect you to be naked when I get back in the room. Keep your heels on!” I shouted my directions into the fridge as I tossed leftovers onto shelves.
Her perky breasts were a wonderful little handful, hardened pink nipples stood at attention as her skin showed arousal in the form of goosebumps.
I asked her to stand and turn around. I myself stayed dressed. I liked the dichotomy of fully nude and fully dressed. I had a few lengths of hemp rope, and went to work securing her arms and wrists behind her body in a simple but effective and comfortable box tie. As I worked, I discussed safewords and safety. How limbs shouldn’t hurt in bondage, but nipples and asses can under various forms of punishment and play. She was always looking over her shoulder at me. I kissed her neck and her lips – little pecks – as I worked the rope around her breasts and over her shoulders.
*Lots of practice* I whispered into her ear when she asked how I could do all this. I framed her upper body perfectly. A sight to see. The full length mirror in my apartment was in my second bedroom where most of my clothing (and gear) resided. I knew she wanted to see herself.
A posture collar made of black leather was slipped under chin and around her neck. I put her hair into a ponytail, and secured both belts. Tight, but not too tight. A simple leash clipped onto the ring that dangled from the collar.
“Follow me, I want you to see!”
Our walk echoed down the hall as our heels carried us on the wooden floors. I had the leash slung over my shoulder as Meg followed behind me.
“Oh my god. Wow…” she swayed in the mirror. “My tits look great! Can I get out of this?”
“You can try, and you’ll fail, but that’s for later, understood?”
“Yes, Olivia.”
We made out right there, long and sloppy kisses, my tongue probed hers. I alternated between her lips and neck and breasts, and moved my own hair out of the way to let her kiss my shoulders and neck and earlobes. She had wonderful lips.
I spun her around and pressed her back onto the bed, my top slipped over my head in the same singular motion that allowed me to unzip my skirt and drop it to the floor. My hands and lips attacked every inch of her skin.
“Do you like when I kiss you all over?”
“I feel like I’m going to burst out of my cage!”
That turned me on so much. My kisses around her inner thighs and tight balls elicited moans and whimpers from the bound body before me. I kissed her cage, taking it into my mouth as a blowjob tease, my tongue entered the slit and flicked her ever hardening head.
I hoisted her up by her chest harness, and pulled her into my living room, slipping off my underwear and sitting back on a padded chair.
“Knees” I pointed to the ground. Her lengthy frame gingerly slipped to the ground. I put a pillow on the hardwood between my now spread legs.
“I want that mouth of yours to talk less and work more, understood?”
She nodded in agreement. If she were someone I found online, I would have reprimanded her for an improper response. Meg was different. Eager. Innocent. Adorable. I would correct her later. For now, I wanted to come on her adorable face.
Which I did. Faster than anyone had ever made me. I was floored. I’ll always remember her shifting back onto her heels, rope hugging her body, arms secured behind her, face glistening and a smirk upon her face as she asked “am I being a good fuckdoll?”
It was time for more bondage now that I could concentrate beyond a fog of arousal.
We moved to my bed. I sat her on the edge as I bound together her ankles and calves and thighs in hemp. Tight, but comfortable, before flipping her onto her belly, cocking her knees up towards her ass and finishing off the crux of a hogtie. I ran one last rope around her heels and ankles and to the rope behind her neck, and bent her back just a touch. I was proud. She was flexible, and I remembered this particular technique.
“Your first hogtie!”
“It’s…can I ev-”
I cut her off – a favorite of mine – with a ballgag. She whimpered as I tightened in, sealing the rubber black ball behind her teeth.
“You always have something to say, and right now I don’t need to know, got it?”
I kissed her gagged lips, she giggled and groaned and wiggled. I finished off her predicament with a blindfold and a few kisses and words of reassurance.
“Now, try to free yourself, I’m going to get a glass of wine before I admire my handywork!”
As she struggled on my bed, I sipped a cold glass of chardonnay, turned on a fan, and chided her for failing to free herself. There was a puddle of pre-cum on my bed. I scooped up the drippings from her cage and wiped it on her lips. Soon, the puddle from her drooling would be five times the size.
Eventually, she gave up, and admitted she couldn’t free herself. I asked her to repeat her statement t a few times to tease her gagged mouth. *That’s the point, toy!* Giggling and cursing and asking if I were still there.
I popped the key into her cage and let loose her ready to swallow cock. My hand used everything she was leaking as lube as I pumped her to full attention, inserting a digit and then two into her butt. Giggles turned to whimpers and moans of pleasure.
“You have to ask permission to come….”
She nodded, and asked shortly thereafter. My hand was off of her shaft before she even finished her request.
I disappeared, and re-arrived for the better part of the next 15 to 20 minutes. My tongue danced on her cockhead, lips kissing and swallowing from her hogtied position, leaning on her right side. The rope creaked as she flexed and stretched and tried to find any sort of out. I pinched her nipples and flicked her balls. Giggling, informing her she was such a fun date and a great bondage doll, telling her how much I admired her tenacity and intrigue. All truth. She would ask permission, and all manner of pleasure I was deriving her ceased. Rinse. Repeat.
She blew her load off the bed and onto my hardwood floor. It was a show of force I hadn’t seen in sometime.
“Oh my, what a big load!” A warm washcloth cleaned her up before I started undoing all my hard work.
We showered together. I worked Meg’s limbs and muscles with my hands as she studied her rope marks, we kissed even more, her soapy hands worked my body. I loved the way she eyed me, and to this day she still looks at me the same way she did these first few nights.
Eventually, we ended up back on my couch, I with a glass of wine, Meg with her warmed up leftovers.
We spent an hour discussing what she enjoyed, what she didn’t, how I learned such ways to tie her up, how much gear I had and what else I was into. We cleaned up the rope and I soaked the chastity cage before sliding it back into my collection.
We agreed on another date later in the week. She wanted to cook for me. Such a turn-on.
She finished her wine. It was late at this point. I never once figured she wasn’t spending the night. And I never once thought two nights in a row when we had barely known one another for little more than 24 hours was even remotely too much. It just seemed *right*. In my bed, mid cuddle, she perked up, taking the sheets with her in her haste.
“When do I get to tie you up?”
*swoon*
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qq8zk2/ft_my_girlfriend_and_i_date_night