We were back in his room, and we both stripped to our underpants. He came to me, put his arms around me, and kissed me. I slid my arms under his arms, moved in nice and close so I was pressing my breasts and tummy against him, and kissed back. It was a simple, straightforward, “put his arms around me and kiss” kiss, but it was one of the best I’d ever had. We knew each other now, so being naked was comfortable, and I knew he wasn’t going to play tricks, so I could really warm up to him.
He led me to the water bed and sat me down. He turned around and shuffled through his dresser drawers for something, but I couldn’t see what. He turned around again to face me, but he was hiding whatever he’d pulled out behind him. He reached over me and put his hand around the back of my neck and bent me over so my breasts were pressed tight against my knees and I was staring at the floor. He held me down by standing over me so that my head was wedged between his legs. It was little awkward—he almost tipped over—but it was neat.
Then came the best part. He pulled one arm and then the other behind me. Whatever he’d fished out of the drawer, he started looping around my wrists—one loop, two loops. I tried to pull them apart, and as I did, he quickly wrapped more loops around my extended arms. I couldn’t get out. I was tied!
As I relaxed my arms, he started untying me.
“You’re letting me go so soon?” I said with disappointment. I was just getting into this. I sure hoped he wasn’t.
“No,” he responded, and the loops came back. He was just retying me better. Then he tied the knot and backed off to let my head up. I looked in his eyes. He was smiling and happy. I was too. I was naked but for my panties, my hands tied behind me, and I was looking up at this gentle, studly man.
He played with my breasts. It was one thing to have a man play with your breasts while you were sitting naked on the side of a bed, but it was totally something else if he was doing it when your hands were tied behind you. Just knowing he could do anything to me added a ton of thrill.
His hand moved up to my chest. He pressed my breastbone hard, and I tipped back on the bed. My hands came up high under my back. He grabbed my legs and held them high. I thought he was going to throw them on the bed, too. But before he did, he tied my ankles together, and added a loop under the arches of my feet. What a trip. Here I was, tied hand and foot!
“You’re tying me tighter than you did before,” I said.
“I should hope so!” he said. Now he threw my legs on the bed and rolled me to face upward on the center of the water bed. He looked at me lying there bound hand and foot, and then he jumped on. It was heaven. He was excited. I was excited. He moved up and down my body, kissing me, humping me, moving his hands up and down. I couldn’t touch him with my hands. I couldn’t fend him off or wrap myself around him with my feet. All I could do was kiss him when he kissed me and enjoy the pleasure of his touch when he didn’t. It should have gone on for hours, but in only a minute or two, he reached an orgasm and then lay quietly on me. I enjoyed that too.
He got off, rolled me over, and untied the knots. The rest of the night, we made passionate love but did not have sex. He’d caught me and tied me up, and now I was his love slave for the night. It was really good, and even though he got me back before curfew, I was dead the next morning.
The next weekend, he didn’t wait for me to get out of my clothes. When we got to his room, he pressed me up against the wall so I was facing it and stripped me totally in a few seconds. Then he tied my hands behind me. This time, he picked me up in his arms like a princess, took me next to the bed, and counted, “One, two, three,” and then he threw me on the bed! I flew all of six inches. It should have been really scary, falling with my hands tied behind me, but somehow, being held in his arms felt too good for me to feel scared. He tied my ankles and then hopped on again.
It was like the week before but more so. I felt more and more that I was getting the hang of expressing myself without hands. My breathing was deeper, and my body was moving responsively to his. After he untied me this time, he rolled me over and got me in a full nelson. On one stroke, he’d press my butt down hard with his pelvis, and on the other, he’d press my torso down hard with his chest. His arms held my arms well behind my shoulders, so my breasts were pushed real hard into the water bed. They loved it, and I loved it. It was a wonderful water bed bump-and-grind.