My Bondage History

                             Part 4

                          by The Bitch


     After a while, I became quite used to being tied up and left 
alone for an hour or so at a time, or even longer sometimes.  
On my days off, Charlie would often tie me up in the morning and 
leave me while he went to work.  He would come home for lunch to 
check on me, and if I hadn't gotten free on my own, he would make 
love to me, and then either release me or change my bondage 
position and leave me for the afternoon.  This was always rather 
exciting, because it was a challenge for me to get free before he 
came home.  Depending on Charlie's mood, if I got loose he would 
either reward me with a night out on the town, or be upset that I 
got out of his bondage and tie me in tighter and more difficult 
positions than before.

     His favorite position for me, and the hardest one for me to 
get out of, was as follows.  He would tie my wrists behind my 
back, and then wrap the rope around my arms all the way up to my 
elbows.  He wrapped it so tight that my elbows were almost 
touching together behind my back.  This made my breasts jut out 
in front very prominently.  Then he would tie my legs together at 
my ankles and just below and just above my knees.  He would pull 
my knees up to press against my chest and tie them there, shoving 
my breasts to either side.  Then he would tie a rope from my 
hands to my feet, pulling me into a tight little ball.  I could 
hardly breathe, much less move to try and free myself.  When he 
returned from work, he would undo the rope from my hands and feet 
so that he had easy access to my cunt and ass.  He could stroke 
my breasts and finger my openings to his heart's content, and I 
could only lay there and take it.  He would play with me for the 
longest time, stroking, fingering, licking, sucking, making me 
hotter and hotter, until he himself was so worked up that he 
would enter me and plunge in and out furiously until his hot come 
spurted into my cunt.  Usually after that he would move around to 
my face, and let me lick his cock clean.  Only then would he 
release me from my bondage.

     With all the different bondage positions he could tie me in, 
and all the various clothes and contraptions Charlie bought to 
use on me, we had an almost infinite number of bondage scenes we 
could play out.  Each time I thought we had tried everything, 
Charlie would come up with an idea that was just a little 
different, a little wilder than the last one.  I'll talk about 
some more of these in later editions.