First Bondage

Currently active rules:

"Old rule: all women have a dramatically increased libido, making them feel horny for most of the day."

"New rule: masturbation is socially unacceptable. No one is allowed to touch their own genitals. Sexual stimulation and gratification can only be performed by others."

"New rule: Women must have permission from a man before having an orgasm."

“New rule: immediately after receiving an orgasm, a girl must offer her ass in a spankable position to the man who gave her permission for the orgasm. “

The next day, Helen announced that she would go on strike. If she wasn’t allowed any orgasms, she said, there was no point for her to engage in sex, and she wouldn’t allow me to have it with her, either. I just shrugged at the announcement. I knew full well that my first rule would ensure this caprice would be over really soon. I just sat down behind my computer, started a stopwatch window, and played a video game, while I stealthily observed her as she moved about the house.

She became restless pretty soon. She couldn’t sit down anymore, and kept finding small new tasks for herself in the house. She was snappy at me, complaining that I was just playing my stupid game and didn’t help her out with the chores; but I just ignored her. The only time I got up was when the doorbell rang to deliver the order I had placed yesterday. It was a huge box indeed.

The stopwatch said it lasted exactly 68 minutes. Then she stepped up to me and said:

“OK. You win. This is awful. It may be an ordeal to have sex without being allowed to cum, but not having sex at all is even worse. Please, I was wrong, and I’m sorry; I should never have done this. Will you please fuck me again?”

I looked at her with a cool and blank face for a second. Then I said: “Kneel right there, on the floor. I’ll be with you as soon as I finish this level. “

Then I turned back to the computer screen and continued the game. It took her another three minutes to overcome her resistance to the humiliation of kneeling down to wait for me to play with her; but she knew that it was the only way for her, and in the end she complied. The game was pretty complicated, and it took me another fifteen minutes to finally beat the big boss at the end. She just sat there, kneeling on the floor next to my desk, for all that time, not saying a word, her eyes lowered to the floor. I checked the stopwatch window and told her to look at it as well. It was running towards 87 minutes.

“Do you realize that you have just denied me the pleasure of using your body for yet another eighty-seven minutes?”

She bit her lips, but didn’t reply.

I continued: “Helen, Helen. This really isn’t the way to please me, you know. And when you want me to play with your body, you know you should please me, right?”

She bit her lip even harder, but managed to nod despite herself.

I went on: “You’re nodding, but I don’t really feel like you understand what I’m talking about. Maybe it isn’t about words? Maybe I should make you feel my displeasure?”

She bent her head even further, whispering: “Please… I didn’t mean to…”

“Well maybe you should have realized that before your silly strike. Eighty-seven minutes, eh? Well, I’ll make you feel how long that is… get up!”

She looked confused as I took her arm and pulled her to her feet. I led her to the couch in the living room, and told her to stand behind it, and bend her torso forward across the backrest. She didn’t move, just stood there silently for a minute, then said in a completely toneless voice:

“Don’t. Make. Me. Do. This.”

“You damn right I’m making you do this!”

“I will hate you for the way you treat me. It will ruin everything. My love for you. Our marriage. Everything.”

“You’re only half-right there. It won’t ruin our relationship; on the contrary, it will give it a new dimension. Yes, you will hate me. But at the same time, your love for me will deepen. You will find that I’m speaking to a part of you which has been buried underneath all those inhibitions and taboos of yours. And you will love that part, it will liberate your womanhood and make you connect to the submissive slut inside you. And believe me, you will love the feeling when she gets out, when I give her the breathing space that she needs. And you will love me, deeper than you hate me, for bringing her out.”

Her face had turned to stone as she stood there, contemplating my words. Then she said:

“I don’t believe you are right; in fact I don’t believe you understand women at all. But it seems I have ****, do I? “

Then she complied with my demand, and bent her body forward across the backrest of the couch. I had to encourage her with a “deeper, deeper” a few times, until her face was all the way down in the seat. Her ass was the top part of her body now, the connecting arch between her legs still standing down on the floor behind the couch, and her torso draping down unto the seat at the other end. She looked lovely.

I took the box which had been delivered that morning and opened it. An arsenal of shining new toys smiled back at me, but I was only looking for one specific item now. I rummaged through the box until I found it: three tangles of bondage rope. I unwound one and started on the first piece of rope bondage work in my life. She had come to terms with her fate, and didn’t protest or resist as I stretched out her arms and tied them to the front legs of the couch, nor when I walked around her, spread her legs, and bound her ankles wide apart to the back legs. A few more loops around her waist and thighs made sure that her bondage left room for nothing more than wriggling. I stepped back and looked at my handiwork. It looked like a mess, the knots weren’t anything like the neat structured ones in the porn movies, and one end of rope was dangling completely loose… but hey, this was just my first try, I would get better at it real soon. For now it would do the job of securing her in place.

I took the laptop and put it next to her on the seat of the couch, where she could see it. I opened the stopwatch window again, but in countdown mode this time, and entered 87. She sighed, immediately realizing what it meant. Then I stood up, and slapped a buttock of her invitingly wide spread ass in a manner which was meant to be cordial.

“So, I’m going out for a coffee… I’ll be back in time, no worries!”

Then I put on my coat and went out; I wanted to see if that same waitress in the coffee shop was on shift again today.