-- Although in many ways, Susan was the mildest and gentlest of my fetish partners, she still had some pretty distinctive fantasies thrown in. For example, she once requested that I tie her up while she resisted. That's right,.... she wanted me to overpower her,.. wrestle around in the bedroom,... until I got her tied up. Talk about nervous,... I was so terrified of injuring her,.. but we got through it ok. Tickling the feet of my undamaged lover was as much a relief as a turn-on.
-- And her all-time leading fantasy was to be tied up naked outdoors,... something we accomplished once in the middle of the night in the private courtyard of our little bayfront apartment,... and another time while on a hike in the wild, wild woods.
-- So when Susan asked me, "How would you like to kidnap me for the weekend?" ... I paid close attention. We'd planned to spend a "romantic weekend" somehow,.. and we'd even decided to drive the thirty miles to a cool little motel-restaurant down the coast, and get a room for the night. Now Susan was asking if she could be my weekend prisoner. Sounds great, eh? Off we went on a Saturday morning. I had a reservation.
-- Our game had a couple of rules. Susan had to be my prisoner going into the room,... so I tied her hands behind her in the car,... and threw her coat around her so as to deflect suspicion as I led her into the room. That worked ok. We'd had a much tougher time coming up with a pretext for the kidnapping-prisoner scenario. Interrogation? Nah..... Ransom? Nope.... Sex slave? Whoa,...alright!. I tied Susan to a chair in the room while I retrieved the rest of our stuff. The first hour was spent alternately kissing her and tickling her feet -- I was new to the role, ok?
-- Eventually, Susan ended up tied naked and spreadeagle on the bed,.... some playful tickling and serious teasing led to her first orgasm. And that's when I realized how impractical it might be to try to keep Susan tied for all the hours we would occupy that room. And an idea came to me. Still bound, Susan watched in astonishment as I collected all her clothes and shoes, and all of my own that I wasn't wearing,.... and took them out to the car. I came back into the room humming cheerily and sat at the foot of the bed. I teased Susan's bare foot and she squirmed.
-- "I don't have any clothes," she wailed.
-- "Nope." My hand moved up her leg and I teased in a different way. Susan moaned. "If I were you, I'd put that No Housekeeping sign on the door knob while I'm getting breakfast in the morning. Shouldn't be a problem while I'm picking up dinner, though." Susan was thoroughly excited by her predicament. "You are the prisoner of your own modesty, now," I chided. "I don't even have to keep you tied up." With that, I started loosening the knots at her ankles, leaning in as I did to kiss her right where it counts. She exploded instantly. I finished untying her and held her,... I guess we napped for a while.
-- The rest of that evening was a marvel. Susan was definitely "into" the eroticism of being naked,... but now she was naked and potentially stranded. "Gotta stick to the program, babe," I told her,.. She was most compliant. Since it was no longer necessary to effect her "prisoner" status with restraints, we used the ropes for repeated episodes of tickling or prolonged teasing,... I picked up our take-out dinner while Susan waited nervous and naked in the room. We played all evening. And when I got out my laptop to do a little writing, she sat naked in a chair beside me,.. her bare feet in my lap. Talk about distraction.
-- When we finally settled in bed for the night, I tied Susan's hands together and then anchored them to the headboard,.. and then I reached between her legs.
-- "Oh God, no," she pleaded,..."Please,... no more,... I can't take it."
-- So instead, we played our little game of "captured laughter." I held Susan and we kissed long and hard. But as we kissed, I trailed my fingertips up her ribs and under her arms. She squirmed and laughed hysterically, but the rule of the game was that her lips must never disengage from mine. A few minutes of that and her exhaustion was complete. We slept practically until check-out time.
-- I got breakfast and retrieved Susan's clothes all in the same loop. We grinned and joked a lot on the drive home,... Susan twisting around to place one bare foot in my lap as I drove,... lifting it from time to time so I could kiss her sole. "I'm glad you like my feet," she said. "I think that's the only part of me you can touch for about a week."
-- I said, "Okay."
-- And her all-time leading fantasy was to be tied up naked outdoors,... something we accomplished once in the middle of the night in the private courtyard of our little bayfront apartment,... and another time while on a hike in the wild, wild woods.
-- So when Susan asked me, "How would you like to kidnap me for the weekend?" ... I paid close attention. We'd planned to spend a "romantic weekend" somehow,.. and we'd even decided to drive the thirty miles to a cool little motel-restaurant down the coast, and get a room for the night. Now Susan was asking if she could be my weekend prisoner. Sounds great, eh? Off we went on a Saturday morning. I had a reservation.
-- Our game had a couple of rules. Susan had to be my prisoner going into the room,... so I tied her hands behind her in the car,... and threw her coat around her so as to deflect suspicion as I led her into the room. That worked ok. We'd had a much tougher time coming up with a pretext for the kidnapping-prisoner scenario. Interrogation? Nah..... Ransom? Nope.... Sex slave? Whoa,...alright!. I tied Susan to a chair in the room while I retrieved the rest of our stuff. The first hour was spent alternately kissing her and tickling her feet -- I was new to the role, ok?
-- Eventually, Susan ended up tied naked and spreadeagle on the bed,.... some playful tickling and serious teasing led to her first orgasm. And that's when I realized how impractical it might be to try to keep Susan tied for all the hours we would occupy that room. And an idea came to me. Still bound, Susan watched in astonishment as I collected all her clothes and shoes, and all of my own that I wasn't wearing,.... and took them out to the car. I came back into the room humming cheerily and sat at the foot of the bed. I teased Susan's bare foot and she squirmed.
-- "I don't have any clothes," she wailed.
-- "Nope." My hand moved up her leg and I teased in a different way. Susan moaned. "If I were you, I'd put that No Housekeeping sign on the door knob while I'm getting breakfast in the morning. Shouldn't be a problem while I'm picking up dinner, though." Susan was thoroughly excited by her predicament. "You are the prisoner of your own modesty, now," I chided. "I don't even have to keep you tied up." With that, I started loosening the knots at her ankles, leaning in as I did to kiss her right where it counts. She exploded instantly. I finished untying her and held her,... I guess we napped for a while.
-- The rest of that evening was a marvel. Susan was definitely "into" the eroticism of being naked,... but now she was naked and potentially stranded. "Gotta stick to the program, babe," I told her,.. She was most compliant. Since it was no longer necessary to effect her "prisoner" status with restraints, we used the ropes for repeated episodes of tickling or prolonged teasing,... I picked up our take-out dinner while Susan waited nervous and naked in the room. We played all evening. And when I got out my laptop to do a little writing, she sat naked in a chair beside me,.. her bare feet in my lap. Talk about distraction.
-- When we finally settled in bed for the night, I tied Susan's hands together and then anchored them to the headboard,.. and then I reached between her legs.
-- "Oh God, no," she pleaded,..."Please,... no more,... I can't take it."
-- So instead, we played our little game of "captured laughter." I held Susan and we kissed long and hard. But as we kissed, I trailed my fingertips up her ribs and under her arms. She squirmed and laughed hysterically, but the rule of the game was that her lips must never disengage from mine. A few minutes of that and her exhaustion was complete. We slept practically until check-out time.
-- I got breakfast and retrieved Susan's clothes all in the same loop. We grinned and joked a lot on the drive home,... Susan twisting around to place one bare foot in my lap as I drove,... lifting it from time to time so I could kiss her sole. "I'm glad you like my feet," she said. "I think that's the only part of me you can touch for about a week."
-- I said, "Okay."
