B,
It's time to tell you a little about myself. Not necessarily what I am seeking, but how I got to where I am today.
I always knew I liked to get tied up. At a young age, I must have been in 5th grade, my next door neighbor (he was an older boy in maybe 7th or 8th grade) and I use to take turns tying each other up. Him being older always seem to do a better job than I. I loved the feeling of struggling to get out. I loved the feeling of just laying there letting him put the ropes around me. This was our little secret and few know of it. Even my husband doesn't know the roots of my passion. In fact, much of what I will tell you today my husband doesn't know about.
We moved away in the summer of my rising to the 7th grade and my bondage games ended. My interest in it did not. Having no outlet and not really knowing anything about BDSM things moved inside me. By the time I found out about masturbation and fantasy things were in place that would carry me through college and well into adulthood.
It was easy being submissive with my lovers, but not submissive as we both know it. Over the years some of them would tie my hands or spank me, but again nothing like we know how it can be done. [side note: I married a man that likes to be submissive to females]
Fast foreword to a family sailing trip in the summer of '98. We used to own a sailboat and we were in the process of sailing around Long Island when we developed engine problems. We had to put in at Port Jefferson for repairs. It was a holiday and the boatyard's mechanics were off so we stuck there for several days. During that time we were befriended by two guys on another boat and they helped my husband make repairs. Kevin and Jeff, I will never forget them.
Now as then, I go braless as much as I wear a bra. Being on the boat usually meant tank top and shorts. Anyway I caught Kevin looking down my top. He didn't try to hide the fact that I caught him and I quietly moved my eyes from his. Some may call this a "defining moment." There was a subtle attention going on from him. It wasn't flirting on either of our parts, just a knowing. The two of them were moored close to us and as I say my husband befriended them so they were always around.
As it turned out Kevin ended up giving me a ride back to my boat as my family stayed ashore. I wanted to go back to nap and they wanted to spend time in town. So Kevin was heading back to his boat and offered to give me lift. Having not yet seen his boat he asked if a wanted to check it out or have a gin and tonic. I said sure.
During the tour of his boat I noticed a magazine called "something guardian". It was more a "rag" but it turned out to be a well written S&M mag. He picked up on me noticing it. And asked if I was interested in it. I still remember him asking me if I liked to get tied up during sex. It was like a lifetime of fantasy and masturbation filled my head and my pussy. My panties were drenched. He read it in my face. And the question for me by saying "you do!".
It was the first time since those early days that I let a man tie me up, without asking him to do it. The bondage was as simple as it gets. Just my hands were tied to the hand rails in the ceiling of the cabin. My hips were braced against a folded down center line table. I was basically standing straight up, but then slightly bent at the waist (I was reaching across to the other side of the cabin).
Once tied, he put his hand in my pants and found out what I already knew. He brought his fingers to his nose and smelled my scent for the first time. He then went to my tits, cupping and pinching. he pulled up my pulled it over my head, but not my arms so it rested on my shoulders. He produced weighted nipple clamps and attached them. Once on, the movement of the boat made them produce random tugs and pulls. Not knowing at the time what it was called, I was clearly in sub space. My shorts and panties were removed. Since that time I don't think I have ever dripped down my thighs as I was that day. He told me he was going to spank me and asked if that was OK. Starting with his hand, he moved to a leather paddle. Through a mixture of spanks, touches, and words I came for the first time from the direct result of pain.
I never thought it was possible. I felt my body reacting in ways I didn't know it was capable of. After I came twice, he put on a condom and fucked me from behind. I came again from his fucking. After he came, he untied my hands and had my lay down on the bench seats. He removed the clamps from and nipple and I cried out. I went to rub my nipples but he stopped me. Removing his condom, he emptied in on my sore nipples. I was then permitted to rub them.
I was a mess. Not only did I just cheat on my husband, but in a very dirty way.... the story will continue.
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