All tied up and nowhere to go...

That time I really started to to enjoy the concept of bondage.

Lagopus

7/17/20262 min read

A short story of the time a couple of years ago I went across the country for business and allowed myself to experience pleasure as well... specifically leather ankle and hand cuffs for the first time.

I was settling very well into my role as both secretary and general admin for the floor of our high rise, as well as David's professional (and deeply personal) assistant. To secure the funding for a much needed project, David had me book both him and me for in-person meetings on the West Coast. As I settled into my seat on the plane, the excitement of traveling cross-country to San Francisco bubbled inside me. This was my first business trip with David, and after a few weeks of in-office and at home rendezvous I couldn't help but feel a mix of nerves and exhilaration at getting him away from NY. David, with his charming smile and sharp wit, was the kind of man who commanded attention without even trying.

Once we were in the air, I caught glimpses of him from the corner of my eye. He was engrossed in reading through some documents, but there was also that spark of curiosity as he looked over at me occasionally. I wore my red and black plaid skirt, Cuban heel stockings, and a white, off-the-shoulder sweater... a combination that I knew drove him absolutely crazy.

"You know, I think this is going to be a productive trip," David said, breaking the ice at 35,000 feet as he leaned slightly towards me, his voice low enough for only me to hear. I felt an involuntary shiver of excitement run down my spine as I responded with a smile. With every passing moment, the need for him to hold me tight grew more apparent. It was hard to keep the conversation strictly professional when all I could think about was straddling him in a hotel room with views of the bay.

Exiting the aircraft, sharing a taxi, eating dinner in a nice, Italian restaurant went by with a blur as the heat continued to pulsate through my body. And once I was able to get him alone in his room, we kissed deeply as he pulled my sweater over my head and unclasped my white, lacey bra. He pulled my hair gently to the side so that he could kiss my neck before he whispered in my ear, "I brought something I'd like you to try."

He took out a set of black, leather cuffs and without a word, started to fasten them... first to my ankles, and then to my wrists. He led me over to the bed, letting me sit down with my long legs off the bed, my heels still on and resting on the floor. He affixed a small chain between my wrists, and another, longer one between my ankles.

He stood back, admiring the sit of me sitting on the bed, naked from the waist up. Nodding slightly to himself, he came to me... first pushing me gently back to lay on the bed... then lifting my legs, resting them on one shoulder... pulling my panties up to my knees... and then entering into me while standing off the bed, gripping my hips to provide both support for me as well as leverage for each thrust.

I'm not sure how many times I orgasmed before he finished inside me... but I do know that I tingle everywhere just thinking about it now.