patti's Stories
Breast Bondage by patti
Breast Bondage
My husband and I have been into bondage for a few months. We are just learning the ropes, so to speak. We spend a lot of our free time on the net looking for bondage sites to get new ideas. Some seem too severe, others impossible, but many spark an interest that must be explored.
One such aspect is breast bondage. Just looking at the many pictures and seeing the endless possibilities lead us to our latest adventure in bondage.
I was showering and shaving my bush, not totally bald but a thin line of brown hair leading the way to my sex. As I dried my body I heard Him getting ready in the bedroom. He told me He had a surprise and I was anxious to see what it was, but had been ordered not to come out until He called me. So I slowly stroked my breasts, lifting them and teasing them as I waited. He didn't say I couldn't touch myself, just that I couldn't cum without His permission. I was imagining all sorts of wicked things He could do to me and the waiting was becoming unbearable.
Finally He opened the door and led me to the bed. On it was an assortment of bunge cords, each of different lengths and with hooks on the ends to fasten them. I had seen pictures of tightly bound breasts and had experimented with rubber bands, but never with cords, elastic or not. I turned my eyes to Him, a silent question passing between us, and an equally silent answer as I picked up the handful of cords and handed them to Him. The instant intense look in His eyes let me know how much He wanted to do this, and the equally intense look in mine let Him know how much I wanted it done.
He stepped close and kissed me long and hot, sucking my tongue into His mouth, making me tremble with desire, then backed away. "Remember the safe word is red. I don't want to hurt you, just make you feel things more intensely then ever before."
I nodded my head that I remembered, unable to speak through the fog of anticipation and fear. I had used the safe word only once before, but that time involved hot wax and ice. I hoped I wouldn't need to use it this time. I wanted this, I had seen the pictures and I wanted this.
My wrists were cuffed in front of me, then pulled over my head and the connecting chain caught on a hook above, one supposedly to hang plants from, but that was installed for a far different purpose. My arms were not stretched up, just out of the way with the elbows bent. I looked through my arms as He bent to my exposed breasts and licked and nipped my nipples, using his teeth to stimulate the tips. They swelled to tight buds as he drew them deep in his mouth, pulsing and throbbing as he blew cool air over the wet surface and smiled at the involuntary puckering.
Then He reached for the first cord. I was 24" long. He stretched it around the upper part of my breasts and hooked it in the back, making sure the hooks faced away from my body so they wouldn't dig into my skin. I felt tight, but that was all. Nothing to get excited about yet.
"Too tight?"
"No, actually, not tight enough," I replied.
"We'll take care of that," He replied, and reached for another cord, this one shorter and passed it under my breasts. It was too short to go all the way around me, so He hooked the ends under the first rope just behind my arm pits. I was starting to think my expectations would not be realized. The cords were tight, but not on my breasts, just around my body. I tried not to let my disappointment show as I looked down at my breasts.
"It still isn't tight, at least not around my breasts." But then I looked up into His eyes that sparkled with mischief.
"Don't worry. You'll feel the tightness soon."
He picked up another cord, slipped one end under the top cord and hooked it onto the lower cord between my breasts, and pulled up firmly, until he hooked the other end onto the hook in the ceiling. Mmmmmmmmm, much better. The lower rope now held my breasts up tight against the upper rope, pressing the base tightly. A long low sigh told Him I liked this, oh yes, I liked it very much. The look on His face as he looked at my breasts was one of awe and delight. I glanced down to see what had brought such a look to Him and stared at my breasts, a dark shade of pink, straining upwards as the rope pulled to the ceiling.
I was transfixed. I couldn't move as I watched Him take the ends of the second cord, the one under my breasts and pull up and over my breasts, circling them and hooking the ends to the third rope, the one leading to the ceiling hook. I was mesmerized by the change in color and shape of my breasts as the rope pressed tight around the base, turning them from dark pink to deep red, almost darker then the areola around my nipples. I was panting as the heat and pain spread through me.
He slid one finger between my legs and along the slit of my sex. I knew what He would find. He pulled His finger away and brought it to my lips, smearing honey on my face and on my tongue.
"This is what you wanted. You are so wet and hot. And your breasts are beautiful, swollen and stretched. Look, your nipples are so flattened I bet I can't even bite them." And He proceeded to try. And they were too flattened by the stretching of my breasts skin for Him to nibble on. I heard a moan and realized it was from my own mouth, a low sound filled with pain and pleasure.
"I still have two cords left, let's see how much you can take."
I nodded, words beyond me at that moment. Only sensations and feelings. He picked up the last two cords which were fairly short. Taking the end of one He hooked it to the center of the upper cord and pulling hard wrapped the cord around my breast, and hooking the end as best he could. The pain was exquisite! The pleasure shattering! Then He did the same to my other breast. And when I looked down my breasts were now a deep purple, the skin shinny and taut. My legs started shaking, a massive quiver spreading through my body. His hands were roaming over my tortured tits and down to my sex. I could feel the drops of honey running down my inner thigh.
As my knees grew weaker and I seamed to slide to the floor, the rope holding my breasts up stretched longer and longer. I tried to regain my feet, but He was there, lifting my legs around His hips and holding me up by mine, but still stretching the rope, hanging by my breasts and arm cuffs.
His cock entered my sex with one thrust. He held me tight to his pelvic bone and struggled for control. He seemed to be as fascinated by my throbbing pulsing breasts as I was. He started to move in me, pulling me down on his cock, stretching the rope, watching my breasts in awe. It didn't take Him long to cum, and even in the throws of His climax His eyes never left me breasts. I was shaking and moaning, quivering and screaming as my own climax crashed over me. Wave after wave of cunt clinching spasms as I too watched my breasts bounce and shake, much like an outsider seeing this done to someone else.
Finally, when He could stand and lift me up off his cock he gently undid each cords one by one, caressing my tender skin, kissing away the sting, rubbing the feeling back into my breasts.
"Thank you. It was more then I hoped for," I whispered when I could talk again.
"I didn't want to hurt you, but you seemed to enjoy it. I loved the look of your breasts all purple and swollen." He nuzzled my breasts, soothing and worshiping them.
I knew I would be sore for a while, but it was worth it to see the look of wonder in His eyes. And to see just what my breasts can do with the right encouragement. Now when I see a picture of a pair of lovely breasts bound tight I know what kind of pleasure/pain she is feeling. I have felt it too.
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