Author's Note: For 2 years I had a story bubbling in my head about teaching 2 bondage massage ladies, when suddenly this plot popped into my head and took the lead. It was all done & written in 2 weeks. I appreciate any feedback. Feel free to drop comments via the email, I like it when I hear a story has pleased people. Thank you in advance.

Dreams and fantasies can come true, even bondage dreams. You may have to help fate a little bit by going out to seek temptations, but then it can actually happen.

It did for me, recently.

Here's what happened to me.

I've been dreaming of bondage games for a long time, and tried games with my girlfriend.

For a long time, I did not know what I really wanted, and hesitated at the wrong times. For a while my girlfriend went along with me, until the point came that my fantasies & desires were too far apart from her desires and she stopped playing them. In fact, we stopped altogether, sadly enough.

As a result, my bondage fantasies became more theoretical. Lots of theory, if you count my web-studies, stories I read, websites I surfed, some books and stuff.

I dated, of course, being a late 30s guy, but thus far I had not yet met the right lady yet.

I'm a switch, I now know, but that took quite some time to understand and realise, and more time to accept.

Sometimes I simply long to handle and caress a woman bound in ropes or tape, helpless and all, having entrusted her control over to me. Other times I long for a strong willed lady to determine what would happen to me, helpless and bound myself, having entrusted my control to her.

Another discovery which needed time to settle was that I am into bondage, but not into S&M. In many stories, websites and the like, it is all one and the same, clustered under the "BDSM" acronym. I like bondage to be fun, "domination" should be teasing & pleasing rather then humiliating. Others may like it hard & black, fine, just not me.

When dating, it was hard enough to explain that my bondage fantasies were *not* the same as an SM fetish, let alone the basic concept of a "switch".

Along my business trips I tried the erotic massage salons a few times, especially the ones who offered "bondage massage". This was a safe way to try out what I wanted, without the danger of accidentally starting a relationship. Sometimes they were great and I learned a lot, sometimes they were poor and I had to teach the ladies what to do. Pity they would not never let a customer bind them, then I would really have had fun.

Such was the case when I came to the tantra massage studio for a tantra bondage session where I met Simone, early 30s, short cropped hair and nicely curved in the right places. My eyes immediately saw the opportunities for some good breast bondage on her, and she had the right amount of body to look great with ropes holding her: not skinny, not fat, just healthy and strong.

She had been taught by her colleagues that tying a man down spread eagled to the corners of the bed with some rope or with a $19.95 nylon & Velcro starter kit, was usually enough to drive him wild. As you can guess, I needed more, and mentioned things she had never even heard of: foil bondage, wrapping, leather straps, playing with toys, you name it.

Simone was surprised to learn the new horizons with bondage games, no other customers really asked for more. "Most men are happy enough with a bit of a tease and a hand-job" she said.

I nodded.

"Yeah, but then again, perhaps you can charge higher prices with higher quality service, if you make it more of a bondage game" I replied. "Now you charge €100 for an hour, yet there are higher level bondage studio's that charge, and deserve, over €200 an hour, and they need at least an hour and a half for a good job, 2 hours is better".

That got her attention.

Yet, she struck a note of sympathy; there was a sparkle in her eyes when I described what can be done with good ropes or bondage tape. Before I left, I gave her a USB stick with pictures and some web-sourced tutorials from my private collection, "to do some market research" as I put it.

Shortly after I had returned home, I got an email from Simone. After thanking me for being so patient, she said she had studied the pictures & tutorials I had left behind, and would like to try some new things.

Here was the miracle message: "would I be interested in an afternoon of exchanging bondage techniques? She would like to see how bondage play could be combined with other materials, both for her homeplay with Hubby the Boyfriend as well as for her sessions with customers. She would like to practice on someone who knew a little more about bondage, and I seemed to be just such a candidate. It would not be charged as a session, after all, this was "market research" .

"...would I be interested?...". "...would I be interested?...". Heck, do birds fly, does the pope pray?

Holy cow, you bet your boots I was interested.

Immediately I set about looking at my business trip planning, seeing if I could reroute a trip to pass close enough of where Simone lived.

We exchanged emails for practical details, while I sent her some book tips and extra "homework", to prepare herself.

Simone mentioned she would like to take pictures, not only as it was her hobby, but also for her and Hubby to share with their fellow exhibitionist friends.

I agreed, on 2 conditions: I would wear a hood to be unrecognizable, and I'd get a copy of the pictures for myself. She agreed to both things, added that she'd take a hood too, it would add to the excitement

And so, one day, I met Simone again at her house during one of my business trips. From the outside it was a non-descript apartment, on the 5th floor. One could clearly see a woman's hand in the decoration, especially knowing she did Tantra courses.

A quick look showed that her wording of "Photography as a hobby" was mildly put. Both the living room and the bed room were well lit with professional lamps, and she had positioned HD camera's on tripods, with timers to click every minute or so.

"Are you taking pictures already? " I asked.

She shook her head. "No, not to worry, you don't have to put the hood on just yet. Hubby and I are a bit exhibitionist, really. We post pictures of ourselves in action on some news groups. As a matter of fact, it gave us a new circle of like minded friends"

"Hubby is open minded about me being intimate with others during the tantra massages I do in the studio, else I would not have a side job there. However, there are a few clear limitations: my heart should stay with him, and intercourse is only with him. Other then that, he is happy with what I learn from others, so I can please him in ways he never would have imagined"

I started to like Hubby.

As I had a busy day before I got in, I took a quick shower to make sure my mind was fresh and my body was clean. Afterwards, Simone gave me a quick "arrival stress release" massage to clear any last work thoughts, and she we had a tea to discuss what we both wanted and intended to try this afternoon: we both wanted to try different bondage positions with different materials, and we both wanted to try applying the ropes as well as receiving them. We agreed to take turns, I would go first as I had done so much web research that she was curious to see & feel.

To start her easily, I took my time to put a Karada rope harness on her, the kind of "spider web" across the torso which highlights all the curves, if there is a bit of flesh for the ropes to dig into, while it keeps the arms & legs free for activities. And it keeps the openings open as well for that matter.

After I had made sure all the ropes were nicely snug and symmetrical (I always like rope work to be symmetrical, it really adds to the picture), I had her fold her arms behind her back. With some 12m of rope, I tied her arms together and to her body, with several loops across her chest. This is a simple yet very effective "arm & breast" bondage, which works ever so nice on ladies with larger breasts.

Although, to be fair, on smaller breasts it works too, it's called the "Japanese Pearls". It's just that larger breasts have more volume to swell up nicely, so to speak.

Simone followed all my moves carefully. She had seen the rope work on pictures (I had left plenty of examples on the USB stick on my first visit) and was happy to see it in action. She was even more happy to feel it on her body.

This was truly good fun, Simone took to the ropes just as I wanted a woman to react: no demure or slave-like, but play-like, fresh eyes, eager to learn, willingly & trustingly giving her control over to me.

Carefully I lay her down on her bed, to double up her legs with rope. This can be nicely done with several windings. When done, I sat her up straight, sitting on her knees effectively. OF course I had her sit with her legs wide.

"You did well, Simone, not a peep or a complaint. So much for the bondage, this is were the game begins" I said wit a smile, as my hands caressed her curves and shapes. Of course it wasn't long before my fingers played with both her entries, both with my fingers and with buzzing toys, making her moan and cry and sigh, until she came with a loud scream. Mentally I noted Orgasm Score 1-0. Of course I played with her breasts as well, caressing, kneading them, joyfully pinching her nipples. Her breast looked great with the ropes around them.

When I thought she had recovered, I released her legs and arms, but kept the Karada and breast bondage on her. It looked good, and as long as she wasn't protesting, it was staying put.

"Oh wow, that was good fun, I enjoyed that." she looked at the rope marks on her legs and arms. "And I think I enjoy having these, it's a wonderful reminder of what we've just done."

"Yep, I've read stories of couples who go out to parties with ropemarks on their wrists, to tempt faith if anyone will notice. It is a subtle form of wearing bondage underneath your clothing to a restaurant, or to a family gathering"

"Bondage underneath your clothes? Hmm, that sounds good. Like this torso harness I suppose?"

I nodded.

Simone took charge for round 2, her turn to try something on me.

With several loops and twists, she tied my wrist together in front of me, then looped ropes around my chest to bind my arms firmly to my chest.

"There, all helpless, yet still protected" she said. "And now for some more protection" she said, ad proceeded to wrap my upper torso in layers of house hold wrap. Soon enough I was completely immobile between my neck and my hips.

"I noticed you had mummification pictures on the stick as well. I had never heard about that and read some stories. I'd like to see what it looks like".

She laid me down on the bed and wrapped my legs firmly together as well. If you have read carefully, you will have guessed that a small area escaped the foil. Yes, my Soaring Soldier was still free to engage in battle, so to speak.

Simone admired her work, and the view: a helpless mummy with a live tool sticking out, throbbing from excitement.

"Hmm, it seems something clearly wants to be active. Alas, it will have to wait. Sorry. I want to see if something else on you can be active too."

She sat on my face with you-know-what, needing no words to make me do you-know-what with my mouth.

I did, with pleasure and with gusto.

She was clearly enjoying being in charge for now, and I enjoyed being told what to do for now as well, certainly the way she played it.

Not only that, my eyes had a front row seat to a rope packed lady with dangling bound breasts. As she starting moaning and sighing and breathing hard, I could see the torso ropes holding her firmly with every breath she took. Every time she breathed in, the ropes seemed to dig into her flesh, and they let her go as she breathed out

The sight was magnificent. It should be recorded, somehow.

I wish I could have slowed her down, just to watch her body longer from this angle.

Soon enough her body shuddered on top of me.

Score 2-0, I thought, as she recovered. I kept admiring her body and the way it was held by the ropes as I lay underneath her.

"Hmm, another nice one. You are truly turning out a nice jewel, my dear. I guess you deserve a reward for making me come twice already." She moved down my foil packed body and used her lovely lips to up the score: 2-1.

It was heavenly.

As I could not move anything, all I could do was enjoy the feeling she was sending into me and through me with her smooth lips and savvy tongue. My explosion was mind blowing.

After while, she cut me free of the foil and undid the ropes. We took a pause and had some drinks. We both needed them.

It was my turn to take charge now. I freed Simone's arms, yet kept the Karada harness & breast bondage on her, that was certainly not leaving. It looked way too nice as it held her curves firmly.

On top of the Karada, I tied her arms straight behind her, with loops both below and above her elbows, and of course her wrists. Once her upper body was immobilised, I worked on her shapely legs. Soon enough, there were loops of rope above her knees, below her knees and around her ankles.

Lots of loops of rope.

I laid her face down on the bed, carefully lowering her to rest on top of her bound breast. I heard her sigh and moan a bit, but no complaint or peep escaped her lips.

With the remaining ropes I connected her wrists & ankles to tie Simone into a strict hogtie, the first time I got to do this, and judging by her reaction, her first hogtie too.

Satisfied, I leaned back to watch her struggle in her bonds. Well, obviously she had to struggle, as I used my hands to play with her by pinching, tickling, use her vibrators on her sensitive regions, you can guess. In spite of hearing her camera's click regularly, I also took pictures with my own camera as well. She looked great as she struggled with all those ropes around her various body parts, I felt truly horny but alas, my Soaring Soldier was not ready for a new battle just yet.

This time I did not let her come. She had to know that being sub is not always about being pleasured. Yeah, I had to learn being a Dom too. It was hard work !

When I though she'd had enough, I released her from the hogtie and freed her limbs again.

I said nothing and she did not ask, so the Karada and beast bondage were still in place. She was showing very good endurance, she must really like them

We were about to enter Round 4, and it was Simone's turn to try something while being in charge. Something had changed in her eyes, and her demeanour. I had a feeling she was getting really up to speed with these games, and that she was going to take serious charge.

Good.

Simone had watched well, for she applied a good & firm Karada on my torso this time around. I juggled a bit with my back and shoulders, and I was nicely and tightly held. Hmm, she was learning quickly.

She did not leave me much time to ponder the first ropes on me, as she proceeded to fold my arms behind my back, to tie them with more ropes around my torso. She even took care of the small security loop underneath the armpits, a keen eye for detail. And as for the receiving person, it made the ropes clearly present around the biceps. It would have been an arm & breast bondage, if I had been a lady. This was my first time to experience this one, and it felt good. I was helpless, as I wanted, yet I felt safely held by the harness. Or actually, two harnesses by now.

With every breath, I noticed how the ropes dug into my chest or my stomach.

I wanted to enjoy it for a minute, but alas, Simone had more plans on her mind.

She laid me onto my back with a pillow under my hips. With my arms underneath me, my head was resting well backwards, and she motioned it should stay there for a minute.

"With the stick you gave me, I found some websites for toys and stories. I did quite some reading for my "market research" as you called it, and found a very interesting tutorial on chastity at Extreme Restraints and their XR University. I distinctively liked the comment from one user. He said it takes his mind off having to perform, he can totally focus on his lady. I thought it would be a good try, in fact I tried it on Hubby. I got it on, but so far he is not into it. Well, not yet, who knows with a bit of temptation and training..." She came into view, to smile rather deviously.

Her hands fiddles expertly with something cold and with my Manhood, my Prancing Prince, my Soaring Soldier, you can guess the male names for their tool.

I felt something cold embracing my soldier, and heard a click.

"There now, you can relax, no more pressure about penile performance, just let it all go and relax."

Instinctively I knew I was now at her mercy.

I was allowed to look up, and saw the chastity cage she had put on my prince, no longer very proud nor very prancing. I recognized it from my own websurfing, after all the sub-part of a switch is looking for ways of being controlled. I had not progressed myself to using it. It was a model with ring around the base of my cock & balls, and a tunnel shaped cage which locked onto the ring, holding my not-so-mighty manhood in a downward facing position.

It was one of the endurance models: I could wash myself, I could pee, yet there was absolutely no way I could get an erection let alone orgasm.

Images of my Mighty Tool, my Cannon in Action faded away into the background, as I realised my Soldier would not be soaring any time soon while she held the key

And yet, it felt OK, I could feel my head clearing of the need to perform

I looked up and into Simone's eyes.

She must have seen a flicker of the Sub in me, for she said: "Fine, that settles it. Stand up and come with me!"

She walked me to the kitchen, where she had one of those small, square sturdy kitchen tables on wheels. It had a garden seat cushion on top and she motioned me to lay down on it.

Naturally I did, my excitement grew, I could feel my Prince testing his cage.

Simone positioned me to have my head comfortably over the edge on one side, and my legs on the other side, the cage against the wooden edge.

With plain household wrap she wrapped my torso to the table, pinning me down, and my arms & ropes into my back. I was obviously not going anywhere.

When I was safely secured, she doubled up my legs, as I had done to her earlier, and wrapped them as well. First my feet up close to my buttocks, then each leg spread wide to be wrapped to a table leg.

While she did so, my Prince & cage "rattled" against the table.

I tried to relax (as if I could have moved much), and was enjoying myself. Here was a woman with a mission.

Lastly, she put on a blindfold.

"Now you can relax, nothing to move, nothing to control, nothing to see coming" I heard her say, as she slowly turned the table a few times, so I was totally lost.

Then I felt her hands were on me, stroking my back with fingers or with her nails, and going down to my ass cheeks.

"Hmm, lovely cheeks, nice 'n round, just asking to be parted. Now let's get this muscle relaxed a bit more, shall we?" she said, as she tugged the two Karada crotch ropes apart.

She positioned herself behind me and I felt one hand lubricate the entry, massage the muscle to let it relax as well. By now I had guessed her other hand was lubricating something else. I took a deep breath and readied myself.

She had put on strap-on dildo and was starting to penetrate me, I could feel her legs & hips behind the whatever-it-was being pushed into me. I could feel the tip of something soft at the opening, gently at first, then slowly slipping inside, thank to the lube.

She spoke as she entered me with her strap-on: "On our first meeting you told me that one of your fantasies is to be taken by a woman, yet you don't know how large you can take it. Well surprise surprise, my Hubby likes to be taken too, and I like taking him. So I have both the toys and some experience in this, but not yet with the other one being bound. Enjoy the ride, buddy!"

"Let's start you slowly with a Nr 1 first, which is a modest 2cm diameter. Once you are accustomed to that, I'll take it up to a Nr. 2, which is 3 cm."

I lay there, sweat breaking out underneath the wrappings which packed my body, unable to move, my ass being filled and emptied in a slow rhythm.

And indeed, after a while, I could relax and start enjoying the joy-toy. It had some ribs on it, I could feel the profile as it slid along my muscle.

She seemed to sense I had settled for the Nr 1, for she withdrew and I heard her change tools. When she positioned herself behind me again, I steadied myself for a Nr. 2, whatever that was going to be.

However, I jerked up and tensed up when I felt something ice cold and rock hard penetrating me.

"Ah, did I fail to mention that?" she said deviously. "The Nr. 1 was gently soft silicone. The Nr. 2 , well my nr 2 anyway, is solid steel. Many people talk about steel as "cold steel", so to make sure we enjoy the material to its fullest, I keep this baby in the freezer.

Don't you worry now, our body heat will soon warm it up. Yes, "our heat", this is a dual model, I just love something cold probing deep inside me, to try & tame my hot oven. Now let's see if your end or my end will warm up quicker, shall we?"

Simone was getting more intriguing by the minute, I thought briefly.

She took a quicker pace than with the Nr. 1, she seemed to enjoy pushing a cold monster into me.

Or into herself, for that matter.

I was glad this "baby" had a smooth finish, it slid in & out easily, yet it took quite some time to warm up.

It also seemed to warm her up, as I could hear her breath picking up pace like her other movements. I could not share her excitement, after all I was not supposed to, with my Prince held prisoner.

After what seemed like forever, she had her orgasm, and she pushed the steel rod deep inside me. I could feel some fluid being squirted inside me, still a bit colder then the rod had become by now. The temperature difference, and the experience of having something squirting inside me was ... was ... well, let's say it was "overwhelming".

Man, she had a really realistic tool there.!

Score 3-1, with little hope of catching up in a second half.

By now, my brain had sort of switched off my limb movements. I was limp on the table, awaiting whatever she would do next. As my brain finally surrendered its effort to control, I gently sank through the floors of reality into the floating comfort of "sub-space". I had read about it, it is a state of mind for a sub when he/she completely surrenders. It was said to be quite peaceful.

I felt completely helpless (as I always wanted), my cock was locked in a cage, I was soothed with stroking hands on my back, even though I was being fucked up my ass with ever larger dildo's.

Nonetheless I was fully relaxed, my head emptying more and more with every stroke, my limbs limp.

My legs no longer struggled against the ropes, but leaned against them as you lean against a door.

My arms no longer struggled against their bonds, but used the ropes for relaxed comfort.

My Manhood knew he didn't have to perform, it calmed my thinking.

She noticed my state of mind as well, I am suddenly a lot more open back there too apparently.

"Hey, well done, you have finally relaxed. Good boy!". She stroked me across my back and hair to reward me, as she was leisurely pumping #2 in & out in a slow "post orgasm" pace.

Interestingly enough, I still noticed it, but did neither care nor resist, I just let it all happen to the body I once knew as mine, I let intruders pass the muscle I once thought I controlled

She needed some time to recover from her orgasm wit Nr. 2, before she became active with her tools once again.

"That was lovely, you are doing quite well. Not many men can take a frozen steel dildo like you did. I hope you liked the fluid coming out. It's a special treat on both ends. Now get ready for the final stretch, a Nr 3, which is a 4cm semi-soft model, with a nice ergonomic shape"

Or something like that.

I did not really care what she said, yet somehow her soft voice calmed me down.

And indeed, when she entered me again, the soft warm feeling of this model was actually more relaxing, and it took only a few gulps and breaths to accommodate this size.

Simone stopped and briefly unbuckled the harness, and left the dildo inside me while she walked quickly to the fridge. Upon return, she rebuckled everything and started pumping my ass with Nr. 3, while she slowly walked through the kitchen, pushing me with the table in front of her.

As it turned out, she was eating while she fucked me. I only realised it when she leaned over me and put a spoon in my mouth. "here, you need to eat" she said casually as if I was reading the paper.

In stead, I had my ass actively being stretched to accommodate a 4cm or 5cm or whatever size dildo, while strapped face down a rolling kitchen table. For a brief fleeting moment, I thought she would take a walk through the garden, until I realised with relief we were on the 5th floor. .

She moved in and out in a slow rhythm, letting my ass get used to this size.

"When you start playing big, you may want to use special lubricant. This one I am using now has some special ... herbs & spices, shall I say, to relax the natural tension in your sphincter. It will make it easier to relax for big toys"

After some time (I lost track of time, actually), Simone unbuckled the harness, but again left the dildo in place. Vaguely I had remembered a piece of duct tape hanging from the kitchen top earlier, now I found out why: she taped the dildo in place.

She rolled my to the kitchen counter and she sat on it. "Hmm, that was a nice dinner, now I could have some dessert. Please me dear, you can eat your own protein from you know where" she said smilingly, as she lowered my face to you know where.

My god, no wonder Hubby had set her free, how could any one man satisfy this lady? Obviously she was aiming for a walk-over score of 4-1, 5-1 or better still.

I did my best to please her from where I was, but as much as I tried, it stretched my neck and distracted me. I moaned and groaned for attention. When she looked up and asked what was wrong, I motioned with my head to the kitchen table. "the kitchen top is too high for me, I can't reach up. Perhaps the table is low enough?".

She happily agreed and rolled my over to the kitchen table. She lay herself down on it and made sure I was a the right position. Ah, that was much better. I could lean my head downwards as Simone lay comfortably across the kitchen table.

I went to work again, this was actually quite fun and thrilling, to eat a hungry lady like this.

I was fully and entirely focused on one thing, the entry in front of me. My awareness of the world was essentially reduced to being "a bag of limbs" in foil, comfortably & safely secured, fully focused on the job at hand, or better, the job at tongue.

She had her legs on my back, occasionally thumping her heels into my buttocks, or gently tapping the intruder to remind my back entry it was hosting a large visitor. Her one hand held or caressed my head, while her other hand was busy higher up. Once I paused for a good breath and a good look, and saw across her belly and the ropes holding her tummy that she was playing with her bound breasts, beautifully swollen within their ropes, with her other hand.

It made me work even harder to please this miracle lady.

A small voice in the far end of my head said it absolutely had to see the pictures of this scene, and print them XL poster size.

I was fully surrendered, and it felt ... surprisingly free. I had my head completely free of worries about parking tickets, about work, about the in-laws, about...whatever.

My world consisted of one thing only, and that was pleasing the lady in front of me, with the best that my tongue and lips could do.

Simone was enjoying it too, I could hear. And taste. She tasted great.

Meanwhile she was casually and gently tugging on a free part of the harness,.

Time and space faded away, as I did my "thing". The score climbed, I noticed Simone shuddering a few times, and moaning a lot, but I had stopped caring about scores. I was simply happy to please a lady worth pleasing.

Another freedom: no stress about scores, just the reward & delight of pleasuring somebody.

After some immeasurable eternities, Simone was satisfied. Well, for now, I guessed..

She took some time to get her bearings, then pushed the table backwards with her feet and got up from the table. She sank to the floor in front of it, sat on her knees, her face in front of mine, our sweaty foreheads leaning against each other. I was pretty exhausted yet felt radiant & proud.

Her eyes glowed. "Hmm, that was heaven. Thank you, my dearest and most active joy toy. You were absolutely stunning."

Our eyes locked, then our lips locked.

Another few eternities passed.

Slowly Simone rolled the table back to the bedroom, where she removed the harness and dildo. I felt her fingers testing my ass for relaxation, and seemed satisfied. With little effort she plugged my ass with a well sized butt plug ("it's a gift from me to you") to keep me stretched.

She came around and looked at me. "You did very well, my dear, for your first anal session. This plug is nicely shaped to wear for longer time, I challenge you to keep it in until home. Hey, mark the word "challenging". I'm not ordering you, we are playing, remember?"

Slowly she released me by cutting the foil holding my legs, which limply fell down, Then she cut the foil holding me to the table, and I slid off backwards onto the bed. Only when I fell backwards did I remember my arms were still tied behind my back. When they were released, it took some time for my mind to register it had control over its limbs again.

We took a pause and drank a lot of water, I needed to get back to life & back to earth.

Man, that was intense, my first sub space experience.

After we had both recovered enough, it was time to prepare my leave, and prepare Simone for Hubby's return. I told Simone I would leave her packed & bound, for him to find. He had to come home at a precise time. First of all, I did not want to be caught by him (even if he was a nice bloke), secondly for safety reasons. I did not want Simone left alone too long. This is a warning in every bondage book, no matter what the fantasy stories sing about tightly bound people being left alone for long periods.

Calling Hubby and giving him instructions was easy enough.

Then I instructed Simone to write a steamy letter for him to find upon return. I dictated the letter for Hubby to her, she wrote it down with her eyebrows going up.

"Wow, that's pretty hot, I've never written anything like that to him", she said when it was finished.

"Yep, I guessed as much" I smiled. "Just in case he has any doubts left about the instructions you gave him or about our afternoon games, this should pretty much vaporize his brain and reduce his thinking to whatever brain he has left in his Proud Prince. And it should keep me free of any jealous boyfriend".

She smiled. "Yeah, this will certainly melt away his logical thinking. You are setting quite a standard for me, though.

"Hey, he's your darling Hubby and he deserves a reward for so gallantly sharing you with strangers. I hope you learned something today from our games, something you can use to please him more then you did before. I know I have. "

We both smiled, as we both had our minds full of vivid images of what we'd done thus far.

I continued. "Make sure you email the pictures of today, I'd love tro see what we looked like. And email me a detailed account of how Hubby reacted, please, in your own words how you felt it. Better yet, make me a detailed account of how you experienced the day. Perhaps we can make a story out of it for the story websites."

Once we had covered all the practical details, we returned to the main choice of the day: bondage.

Simone got going on my "travel-home-package"as she called it. She tightened the Karada harness around my body, as it had gotten loose during our "walk in the kitchen", so to speak. To make sure I notice it even more, she added layers of foil over it to press the ropes into my skin. I had tried self-wrapping before, but only got so far. Now it was done properly, I was truly packed, and I could really feel every knot of the Karada pressing. And obviously, I would be walking as if I had done too many workouts: stiff between my neck and my hips. When Simone was satisfied with the result, I dressed again (with a little help, of course). She had packed my buttocks shut my with the plug inside, but with the hastity cage sticking out. "This should allow emergency stops. You can hold a Nr. 2 longer then a Nr 1" she said with a devious grin.

Once she was done with me, it was time to prepare her for Hubby's arrival.

I tightened her Karada ropes a bit more too, and readjusted her breast bondage in places, to make sure it was all nice & symmetrical. Some ropes & knots had moved over the last few hours of playing & orgasms. I could see wonderful rope marks on her skin, I was proud of them. On top of the Karada ropes I modified the breast bondage to include her arms, tied behind her back. Once all the ropes were applied, I wrapped her torso in many layers of foil, trapping the ropes underneath and pressing them into her skin just like mine. The rope marks she already had would be even stronger by the time Hubby had finished unpacking her. I wondered briefly he would let her in the ropes, after all, he had no idea how long she already had some of them on her. And if he knew, would it change his tactic? Would it change mine, if I found my lady all packed up like this? A nice question to ponder on.

As I applied the various layers, I took care to keep Simone's nipples free, to squeeze them, to caress them, kiss them, to blow cold air on them while the breasts are warmly packed, to ....well, you can guess .

"All this foil and rope pressure should give you wonderful rope marks, once you are untied. With a bit of luck they will be visible for quite some time. I sure hope I'll have them too."

She smiled, and seemed proud. She never gave the slightest peep with everything I did, watched my hands moving about intently, partly trying to learn for herself, partly feeling comfortable that someone was packing her up so delicately yet so firmly.

When I was almost done, I sat behind her. She could turn her head, but not move much more. Sitting on her bent legs, her nether openings were clearly available.

I stroked her lovely ass, well stretched, each of them also showing the imprint of her heels digging in and going nowhere for a while yet.

My other hand stroked her tummy, admiring the soft curves, even if some of them were hidden underneath wrap. I could feel the ropes underneath, my fingers traced their outlines, pressed them here and there.

After while my one hand strayed in between her hams, circling her rear opening, while the other hand... well, you can guess.

"You know how they say "great minds think alike? Well, even before you started playing my rear entry, I had toyed with the idea of playing with plugs. And since you seem to like them so very much, I've decide to leave them with you. I wish, I really and truly wish that I could stretch up your rear opening as you did mine. I mean, my ass hurts, but it's a good kind of hurt. I really feel the gift you left me in every move I make, in almost very breath I take. And I'll take your challenge to keep it in as long as I can. One day, I will return the favour. For now, this will have to do"

Two toys had appeared in my hands, and started to stroke her openings.

I looked into her eyes, she looked into mine. I didn't see any stop sign, so I continued.

She must have known what was coming her way, yet she did not object.

The dom in her had gone sub.

"So here are a few toys for you to experience, while you wait for Hubby to return" I added softly. She did not blink.

And slowly the toys found their way home, a well shaped dildo up front, and a triple bubble plug at the back. She sighed, and moaned slightly as the toys "invaded" her. Well, "invaded" was far too strong a word, I would call it "received a warm welcome".

Simone had closed her eyes, and appeared to be working her inner muscles to accommodate the toys.

After I'd watched for a few moments, I remembered the time. Hubby was on his way.

A few rolls of vetwrap later, the toys were locked into place and her nether regions "could no longer catch fresh air", so to speak

In between enjoying the sensations with closed eyes, she had been looking carefully what I was doing to her, studying my moves to learn them. I had paused occasionally to take pictures, this was going to be a nice series to look at.

As a last layer, I put some cotton in her ears, and proceeded to wrap her head in vetwrap too, carefully keeping her mouth & nose free. By now, Simone could no longer see, hardly hear, and certainly not move.

Somehow I never believe the stories where nose & mouths are gagged, perhaps I have woken up too often with my nose clogged to trust it. After all, I was going to leave her alone for several minutes before Hubby arrived.

She looked lovely, all packed up, with those nice body curves I had seen so closely today well hidden. She seemed to like it as well, she was slowly swaying back and forth, as if she was testing her bonds, how far she could lean into them. She was not struggling, she obviously felt comfortable being held safely.

Once I knew for sure Simone could no longer see, and was enjoying/testing her bonds, I searched around briefly. It didn't take long, it was still in the package: the key to my chastity cage.

I unlocked the cage and let my Cannon spring free. He had been aching and pushing against its boundaries as I bound Simone, and now it sprung up, for he had already known what I was up via internal messages.

I moved closer to Simone, she felt me coming. Gently I let my erect Manhood touch her lips, she reflexed back in surprise.

"Yes, I found the key, the cage is off, but the ring is still on. But I do intend to be chaste until I get home. I simply thought it unfair how many orgasms you had today, and I had only one. You look so utterly horny and hot, I just have to have you. And there is only one opening left. "

She smiled, and opened her mouth. I entered her only remaining opening slowly, and continued speaking..

"Once we're done, I will relock the cage and leave the key here. You can mail it to me once you are free again. I will still be at your mercy many miles away."

She paused for a few seconds as the message sinked in, then she smiled and went for my Manhood with a passion. Pretty soon I blew a load of violent passion, and, bless her, she swallowed it whole and did not spill a drop.

I had trouble staying upright, so wonderful had it been.

I kissed her on the nose, caressed her lips with my fingers.

After a few minutes, I managed to squeeze my Manhood into the cage again, under protest of course. I tapped my caged manhood against her face, to let her know I had fulfilled my promise.

Now before you think I was being very brave by leaving the key with her, I'll have you know I had the spare key in my pocket. Yeah, call me a rotten bastard on this one, but I had a feeling she might just forget to mail the key for a day or two, being ever so busy with Hubby, plus mailing time itself of course.

I composed myself and gathered all my gear to leave.

There was only one more thing to do. I took the 2 things I needed.

I leaned closer to her ear and whispered through the bandages.

"My darling Simone, remember those lovely little toys I locked into your nether openings with the vetwrap? They will not come out, no matter how much you wriggle, no matter how much you move, no matter how sopping wet you become from sheer horniness. I said earlier these toys were a dildo and a buttplug, but alas, they were not".

I pressed the buttons on the two remotes in my hand and both tools in both her openings came to life. She jumped up, as much as she could. I could hear the two toys humming quietly, and soon enough, I could hear Simone humming too, but not so quietly.

"Oh my god, you bastard, you rotten bastard, you lovely rotten bastard, please leave them on...oh my god!"

I smiled to myself, in spite of the pressure in the cage down below and in spite of the intruder up my ass. Thing were going very well, I was immensely enjoying myself, and Simone was a miracle.

I played with the remote settings, from high, to low, via random, watching her reactions, I fondled and squeezed her exposed nipples to add to the tease, then steadied her toys on "low" setting.

"You are not supposed to come, Simone. I do not want you all exhausted before Hubby arrives. Hot, yes, horny, yes, but not exhausted. You will know the toys are there, but they will not let you come. I will put the remotes on the table, let Hubby decide what to do with them"

I did, and returned to her ear side.

"It's time to go. Thank you, Simone, it was a wonderful, no, a magnificent day. I learned a lot, I immensely enjoyed my self. I am very grateful to you and your skills. Hubby is a bloody lucky bloke to have you for a girlfriend."

She smiled.

"I hope you had a good time too."

She nodded, quietly enjoying her bonds and her vibrators. She was well into subspace, as I was a little while earlier.

"Well, I got to go, he can be here any minute. Good bye, please do not forget to mail the key, and those pictures. I can't wait to read your story about today."

I got up, caressed her face one last time, walked to the door and closed it loudly. However, I closed it in front of me and very quietly turned around.

Simone thought I had left, and that she was alone. I could see her relax, swaying gently within her bonds to follow the vibrations and excitement deep inside her. I admired the view, her movements, her bound breasts, her exposed nipples, her swaying hips (yes they did, within her bounds!), her luscious lips underneath the facial wrapping.

Time was running close, I did not want to be caught by Hubby.

Loudly I said "You look lovely my dear, truly a sight worth coming home for. Goodbye now".

I saw the surprise on her face, she realized I was still there and had been watching her.

I did not wait her reaction or reply, I would read it in the mail, or in her delay in mailing me the chastity key (another reason I took the spare!).

I closed the door loudly (really behind me this time) to make sure she heard it, then stomped down the hallway to make sure she knew I was really gone.

Now she was truly alone, alone to her feeling of being helpless, of being bound, of waiting for her Hubby to find her, horny and all.

I walked down the stairs, needed a bit of movement. At every step, I could clearly feel the buttplug inside me, as well as the weight of the chastity cage dangling on my Mighty Cannon.

It felt good, in spite of the pressure.

I was already halfway, when I realised I was still wearing my hood. Fortunately there was no-one else about, it would have been quite sight, I guess.

Fortunately my car was close to the entrance, I could sit in it and watch the entrance, without being seen in the dark. I sat down carefully, noticing the ropes pressing into my back and the butt plug pressing you know where.

I held the envelope with her house key in my hand as I pondered the arrival of Hubby. What if he would take a rear entrance, or come in via the parking garage?

Did I need to see him?

After a few minutes (thank goodness he was punctual) I noticed someone walking briskly to the door, watching his watch. This must be him, I reckoned. It was hard to see any features, but then again, I did not really want to know anyway.

I imagined his steps as the time passed.

He was on the 5th floor by now, opening the door.

Now he was entering, anxious, curious after the strange messages he has been given.

And now he was discovering the letter, no doubt his eyebrows going up.

And by about now, I imagined, he was reading the letter.

"my darling Hubby,

When you read this, you know you are in for a surprise. Rest assured it is a surprise I have long wanted to deliver to you, and I know a surprise you long wanted to have.

When you come in, you will only see a part of the surprise. Take your time for a good look, and for good pictures. I want to see what I look like.

When you come closer, feast your eyes on how I look.

I want to feel your eyes going over me, I want to feel your lips admiring me, let me feel your nose sniffing me, let me feel your hands caressing me, feel your fingers touching me, feeling me, exciting me, pinching me, holding me, cuddling me, exploring me,.

Sloooooowly exploring me, slowly as if it is our first time.

And enjoying me in the regions you know so well.

And when you have explored my outer layer with all your senses, you can unpack me, again, slowly.

Please explore what I look like one layer down. And please take pictures.

I will let you know when you can go to the next layer, you will recognize my signal.

And so, layer by layer, I will feel you getting closer to me.

Let me feel what it does to you, I want to feel your trembling fingers, your halted breath, I want to feel your tool throbbing.

Patiently throbbing, for it will have to wait its turn.

And when I am free again, I will do what I want to do with you, to you, for you, in you, .... the things I've been longing for ever since my visitor started to prepare me especially for you, my Hubby.

Come in, I'm waiting"

It would only be split seconds before he would storm into the room, see Simone all prepared for him, waiting for him.

I wondered how long it would take for him to see the note I had taped to her breast windings.

"STOP! Important Safety notice!

Before you proceed, please send me a text message that you have arrived. It will tell me that Simone is looked after and safe.

Please regularly check her fingers and toes for proper blood circulation, else unpack her immediately with the bandage scissors. Do not leave her alone for long periods.

If I do not get a message about your safe arrival, I will return to unpack her myself for her safety. "

Followed by my mobile number.

It turned out Hubby was a reliable bloke, or my mind was good at guessing his timing. Shortly after I had re-read the letter in my head, my mobile phone beeped. "I'm in, she's safe, wow"

I replied "You better carefully cherish her & treasure her, she's a miracle, you lucky bastard" and started the car.

As I drove to my hotel, I could feel the invader at every bump, as my mind struggled between imagining what he was doing to her right now, memories of what we've done today, and actual driving.

Oh yes, and if I was going to keep the chastity cage until I arrived all the way home....i.e. wearing it to my remaining customer visits.

Now there was a temptation worth pondering.