Self-bondage with wife’s involvement
Posted: 20 Jan 2022, 11:17
Married for 7 years. I have been practicing self-bondage for 25 years and we bring this, regular bondage, some cross dressing, etc. into our sex lives when the urge comes.
Just before heading to my office for the day, I walk into our home office and my wife had just started going through her e-mails. We had a steamy last few days with lots of sex. Nothing kinky but I was starting to get the urge. I mention I might have time to play on my own for a while and would she be willing to come release me? Sometimes this is a yes and sometimes it is a no, but I am always free to play and often need to come up with my own release method. I grab our bag of gear and take it through to the living room, just on the other side of the home office wall. Today she would come and release me, but she was badly pretending she would not.
Sitting on the sofa, I strip naked and unzip the 40L duffle bag. Inside I had organised the contents into smaller storage bags: ropes, leather gear, toys and female clothing. I shouted through to the office to see if my wife preferred me naked or dressed today. Dressed, more often than not, means; French maid uniform (maidstore.com), stockings, suspenders, panties and some 5” or 6” patent black heels. Not that she would be involved but I like to get her opinion. It is something we do together around once a month when a cupboard needs re-organised or there is lots of ironing to do, but not today.
I find our red ballgag, leather blindfold, anal beads with lube, some clothes pegs and 3 lengths of 4m black rope. I take a minute to figure out my plan and I start with my ankles bound tightly together. The next piece is tied above my knees. I put the rest of the items close by and lie face down on the sofa. With my hands behind my back, I loop the final piece of rope in a figure of 8 around my wrists until they are reasonably close together. With around 1.5m left I manage to wrap it a couple of times between my wrists synching them together, leaving the last length free. Once I am happy I am not cutting off circulation, I bring my feet close to my hands and pass the ends of the rope through my ankle tie. I don’t make a great job of the final knot, but it holds and I am in a pretty comfortable hogtie and twist myself onto my side.
I tend to get checked on after 10-15 minutes, so I relax and start rubbing my cock on the sofa. I only last a few minutes before I want to step things up and I ask if my wife can hear me. I can tell she is thinking, ‘what does he want now’ but the tone of the ‘in a minute’ reply is playful. I suggest she might want to come through and help with some ideas I have.
Still grinding away with the tip of my penis on the sofa, I hear the creak of the office chair and she comes through to the living room. She walks straight over and sits on me as I explain I am semi-stuck but with one knot improvement I would be really stuck. Spotting the poor hogtie to my ankles, she adjusts what I have done, pulling my hands closer to my feet and ties it off tightly. I compliment her involvement and offer a few more suggestions; blindfold, ballgag, anal beads and clothes pegs on my balls? Without saying anything, my eyes are covered up and the blindfold is buckled tightly behind my head. Next is the ballgag. As it is pushed into my mouth, I am reminded that I prefer the slightly bigger one but the rubber texture is not as nice. Anyway, I am now unable to talk so it is no longer in my hands.
And that is the end of my wife’s involvement. She walks off and I hear her sit back at her desk and begin working on her computer. She is a believer that I should not get everything I ask for, as where is the fun in that for her. I am left alone in my own thoughts, wondering if she will come back to do more, maybe take some ginger out of the fridge for my ass, take some photos, how long will I be here for, etc. While I wait, I continue to grind my hips, staying extremely aroused without hope of orgasm.
After around 15 minutes she wanders through and before heading upstairs, I am asked if I want to be released. I groan into the gag and she takes that as a no and heads up, presumable to the toilet. I really want something in my ass and she knows how much it is frustrating me. The house is quiet now and this is the best part, feeling alone and more vulnerable. I must have been tied for 45-50 minutes in total before she comes back down. She has managed to do the laundry while I have been deep in my own thoughts (washing machines are often in the bathrooms in Sweden if this sounds odd to anyone).
She walks straight over to me, unties the hogtie and leaves the room, saying she is finished helping me now. I initially think I am still stuck but 20 seconds of effort gets my wrists free and I get myself onto my back where I can finally touch my penis. A couple of minutes later I am cleaning up and 10 minutes later I am out the door and off to work.
Just before heading to my office for the day, I walk into our home office and my wife had just started going through her e-mails. We had a steamy last few days with lots of sex. Nothing kinky but I was starting to get the urge. I mention I might have time to play on my own for a while and would she be willing to come release me? Sometimes this is a yes and sometimes it is a no, but I am always free to play and often need to come up with my own release method. I grab our bag of gear and take it through to the living room, just on the other side of the home office wall. Today she would come and release me, but she was badly pretending she would not.
Sitting on the sofa, I strip naked and unzip the 40L duffle bag. Inside I had organised the contents into smaller storage bags: ropes, leather gear, toys and female clothing. I shouted through to the office to see if my wife preferred me naked or dressed today. Dressed, more often than not, means; French maid uniform (maidstore.com), stockings, suspenders, panties and some 5” or 6” patent black heels. Not that she would be involved but I like to get her opinion. It is something we do together around once a month when a cupboard needs re-organised or there is lots of ironing to do, but not today.
I find our red ballgag, leather blindfold, anal beads with lube, some clothes pegs and 3 lengths of 4m black rope. I take a minute to figure out my plan and I start with my ankles bound tightly together. The next piece is tied above my knees. I put the rest of the items close by and lie face down on the sofa. With my hands behind my back, I loop the final piece of rope in a figure of 8 around my wrists until they are reasonably close together. With around 1.5m left I manage to wrap it a couple of times between my wrists synching them together, leaving the last length free. Once I am happy I am not cutting off circulation, I bring my feet close to my hands and pass the ends of the rope through my ankle tie. I don’t make a great job of the final knot, but it holds and I am in a pretty comfortable hogtie and twist myself onto my side.
I tend to get checked on after 10-15 minutes, so I relax and start rubbing my cock on the sofa. I only last a few minutes before I want to step things up and I ask if my wife can hear me. I can tell she is thinking, ‘what does he want now’ but the tone of the ‘in a minute’ reply is playful. I suggest she might want to come through and help with some ideas I have.
Still grinding away with the tip of my penis on the sofa, I hear the creak of the office chair and she comes through to the living room. She walks straight over and sits on me as I explain I am semi-stuck but with one knot improvement I would be really stuck. Spotting the poor hogtie to my ankles, she adjusts what I have done, pulling my hands closer to my feet and ties it off tightly. I compliment her involvement and offer a few more suggestions; blindfold, ballgag, anal beads and clothes pegs on my balls? Without saying anything, my eyes are covered up and the blindfold is buckled tightly behind my head. Next is the ballgag. As it is pushed into my mouth, I am reminded that I prefer the slightly bigger one but the rubber texture is not as nice. Anyway, I am now unable to talk so it is no longer in my hands.
And that is the end of my wife’s involvement. She walks off and I hear her sit back at her desk and begin working on her computer. She is a believer that I should not get everything I ask for, as where is the fun in that for her. I am left alone in my own thoughts, wondering if she will come back to do more, maybe take some ginger out of the fridge for my ass, take some photos, how long will I be here for, etc. While I wait, I continue to grind my hips, staying extremely aroused without hope of orgasm.
After around 15 minutes she wanders through and before heading upstairs, I am asked if I want to be released. I groan into the gag and she takes that as a no and heads up, presumable to the toilet. I really want something in my ass and she knows how much it is frustrating me. The house is quiet now and this is the best part, feeling alone and more vulnerable. I must have been tied for 45-50 minutes in total before she comes back down. She has managed to do the laundry while I have been deep in my own thoughts (washing machines are often in the bathrooms in Sweden if this sounds odd to anyone).
She walks straight over to me, unties the hogtie and leaves the room, saying she is finished helping me now. I initially think I am still stuck but 20 seconds of effort gets my wrists free and I get myself onto my back where I can finally touch my penis. A couple of minutes later I am cleaning up and 10 minutes later I am out the door and off to work.
