Why didn’t I just read a book? The day had got off to a bad start wet cold and windy, and I should have taken this as an omen of things to come. I had a day off college but all my friends had classes. My family wouldn’t be home until early afternoon .So I decided to go for a swim, I had put on my tight speedo briefs, got dressed, picked up my towel and goggles and headed for the leisure centre, only to find it was closed due to a power cut. ...
Vicky and I had been together for nine or ten months and we shared an interest in tight, inescapable bondage. As we both enjoyed being bound we had agreed set days as jailer and prisoner. Vicky had been introduced to bondage by a previous boy friend and had only ever been the helpless prisoner. I had to teach her how to cinch ropes and tie knots, so we used a lot of leather restraints and handcuffs. I had been practicing self bondage for years and had built up quite a collection of bondage gear and gags. Vicky jealously guarded ‘her’ days, and would not tie me on those days no matter how hard I pleaded. I on the other hand was delighted to truss her up while I took breaks on ‘my’ days. As Vicky worked she needed to keep up with the ‘soaps’ to maintain the office chit chat, so I often chair tied her in front of the TV with a posture collar and headphones to ensure she paid attention. This let me sneak off for short solo sessions without her knowing (or so I thought). ...