INITIATION . . .

 

 

 

Sitting on the edge of our bed in my sexiest burgundy bra and panty set as Trinity pushes a black ball gag into my open mouth. I stare into the eyes of my husband who's tied helpless to the sturdiest chair we had. James stares back watching as Trinity finishes the process of buckling my ball gag in place.

 

I'm nowhere near as helpless as James, but with the leather cuffs locked solidly on my wrists and the third lock about to secure them together behind my back, I'm headed in that same direction. If I wanted to take a chance at fighting her to get free, I'd need to do so soon or only become even more at her mercy . . .

 

James can see the wheels turning in my head and quietly shakes his head 'no' for me to see. He tried to disagree with her putting him into helpless bondage first . . . but it ended with her using her cat-o-nines on his ass and leaving some major marks I'm sure are still stinging. We've never done anything bondage related, ever, so the feelings in my stomach were very new to me.

 

{Click!} . . . no going back now . . . as the butterflies in my stomach start to grow further. At first we both felt a little awkward when she asked us to strip down to our underwear. But then she did so first on her own, explaining, "The human body is a beautiful thing . . . you should never be ashamed of it."

 

I could see how James's eyes grew a little seeing her in that skimpy black bra and panty . . . then thigh high nylons attached to a garter belt . . . omg! She definitely has nothing to be ashamed of. Now with James tied to that chair with his knees apart, in nothing but his tight navy blue underwear, that's been getting tighter, he's enjoying the image of both of us on the bed.

 

Maybe it wasn't about him not wanting me to get whipped also as much as it was about him getting to watch Trinity putting me into helpless bondage. That would explain his choices of Movies we've been watching over the years. At some point they always just happen to have helplessly bound damsels, just struggling away . . . after the movie he rides me harder and longer then normal.

 

If that was his plan all along, it's about to take a different path as Trinity goes back to her bag of seemingly endless BDSM toys. She brings out a small case and says to James, "You'll be getting an initiation into what's known as Sensory Deprivation.

 

This will allow you time to meditate and fully experience the embrace of bondage on your body." He looks very confused as she rolls up and then pushes earplugs deep into each ear.

 

"As these unroll and grow back to their normal size, they close to block all sounds" she continues to explain as he looks like he already can't hear her.

 

The next two items she brought out didn't need an explanation and he didn't like them. "MMMMFMFFGGGPPH!" "Meditation is about relaxing James . . . you don't seem very relaxed" as the blindfold is tightly buckled into place.

 

"MMMMMMFFFGPGHH!" I watch as every muscle in his body is flexing, yet doing absolutely nothing to the 20 or so wide leather straps firmly holding him to the chair.

 

With his hands double cuffed behind the chair and all of these straps, he's helpless to stopping her as she's further taking away his senses with the tight spandex hood being pulled in place. Trinity looks to me and says, "The sides have built in sound blockers, which is why it's so thick there."

 

James continued to try and make noises around his gag and was turning and shaking his head thinking he could get the hood or blindfold to come off . . . that wasn't going to happen.

 

I was actually looking forward to giving him a live bondage show, staring me . . . knowing well, the sex later would have been our best yet. I'm still enjoying the show of his bulge that seems to still be getting larger as he's flexing his muscles.

 

My butterflies have move downward, causing an ever-growing tingle inside my pussy. Not sure if it's from watching James struggle or watching another woman of my stature take complete control of him or the fact that the same black silk underwear clad woman has taken my freedom with the click of that third lock . . .