Self Bondage In The Garage (caught)

I got into bondage pretty young. In college, a boyfriend of mine used to tie me to his bed. He did it so often, that it became expected. To me, sex meant that I was tied up.

Through my years, some of my boyfriends loved it, some did not. When I had a boyfriend that did not, I turned to self bondage. At first, it wasn’t very sophisticated. I used rope mostly, but eventually I used handcuffs of all types.

Today, I had nothing planned in the morning. My husband (who does like bondage and supports my fetish) would be at work all day. I was a little horny when he went out the door and since I really had nothing to do, it seemed like the perfect time to give myself a release.

I had recently fantasized about being tied up in the garage. The idea of being naked in someplace so dirty with a huge door that could expose me at any minute was driving me crazy.

So I went for it. Why not?

I started by undressing in my bedroom. Then I lubedd up and inserted a DP vibe followed by some leather panties to keep it in. Then I grabbed a long piece of rope, my gag and hood and headed to the attached garage.

Once there, I quickly tied a loop to one end of the rope and a nice slip knot to the other end. I placed the loop over the hook on the wall that usually held some lawn tools, tossed the rope over the track on the garage door and admired my work for a moment.

My plan was to wiggle out of the knot. I hadn’t made a particularly strong knot. I had used it before without a problem. As I stood under the rope, I put my ball gag on, turned on the vibe and pulled the hood down. After feeling around and finding the slip knot, I out both hands in and pulled it tight.

It’s hard to explain the euphoria of being constrained and stimulated at the same time. The combination of vibrating stimulus in both my anus and vagina was at once comforting and exciting. It wasn’t long until I was near orgasm.

My husband loved to make me hold back my orgasms. He would watch as I squirmed and begged him to let me cum. His sadistic no would drive me wild and I’d be so close. I decided to pretend he was telling me I couldn’t cum. I strained to resist the urges I was getting. My body would convulse involuntarily to relieve the stress of the relentless vibes torturing my pussy and ass.

Meanwhile, in the bedroom, my phone was ringing. My husband was leaving me a voicemail to tell me that the exterminators were coming by to do the regular treatment. That is a message I won’t get until it’s too late.

In the garage I was just about to allow myself to cum when I felt a rope wrap around my wrists. At first I panicked and pulled away while my muffled screams tried to escape my gag. Unable to see anything, all I heard was a reassuring “shh”.

I calmed down. It had to be my husband. Who else could get in? Well, anyone that had the code to the back door. We used that electric lock for guests, family and whoever else needed in but didn’t have a key. That lock didn’t cross my mind.

The hands of whom I though was my husband, had tied a second rope to my wrists. I could not escape now. They began to explore my body. I was highly sensitive and every touch drove me wild. The vibe was still beating away when he pinched my tits. I screamed through the mask. I was holding back my orgasm again because I knew my husband would like that.

Shortly after he released my tits I felt the sharp sting of a hand on my butt. Each slap harder than the next. Each slap made my cunt hotter and more desperate to cum.

Then, he pulled down my panties and the vibe started working its way out. He shoved it back in and I moaned at the pleasure of being fucked along with the vibration. He snickered and started pushing it in and out. Each jab tested my limits. I was desperately trying not to cum, but it was inevitably. The next thrust was going to send me over the edge.

And then he stopped. The vibe came out and hit the floor. Still running, I could hear it bouncing on the floor over and over.

I heard his clothes hit the floor. My legs were spread as far as I could and still keep my feet on the floor. My husband always let me cum to his cock.

My legs were lifted off the ground and my arms strained as the rope cut into my wrists. All my weight was on the rope. Then, he was between my legs and when the head of his cock was at my soaking we and desparte pussy, I squeezed him and pulled him closer.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10l90x9/self_bondage_in_the_garage_caught