A Short Hog-Tie

The other night, B. came over after work to spend the evening with my husband J., and I. Our mutual aim was to get to know each other more and it wasn't clear if play was on the table. After dinner the three of us hung out in our room talking. It was warm (the heat was on) and my shirt came off as we were talking. And then did B.'s, and J.’s… and soon we were all in our underwear, lightly cuddling.

 

B. had brought ropes and suggested we do some tying. We did a little negotiation with J. as this was not something he had participated in before. He decided to stay and watch. There was lots of light talking as B. went along. It was just some play, not really a scene.

 

B. proceeded with a hog tie. The arms were very tight behind my back, straining my shoulders. B.’s skill was very apparent: His tying is quick and directed. His rope placement and adjustment are very particular. And somehow the tie was very tight in all the places I could take it… and comfortable where it would have pinched.

 

 

At this point I requested a blindfold. I had been closing my eyes let me feel the rope and his manipulation more… but a blindfold really puts me in submissive space. B. pulled a black cloth out of his bag, sharply pulled it taut with a crack, and tied it over my eyes. This was the moment things changed… It was now a scene.

 

The tie continued: He laid me down face first… an act of faith as I had no way of controlling my fall forward. He did it abruptly but with a very strong hold on me. The result: intensity without really fear. Then the feet and legs got added to the tie behind my back. I was now lying face down on the floor, immobile.

 

Now what do you do with a trussed pig? B. started by rubbing and prodding my feet, legs, ass and thighs with strong hands. Then he sat on the floor right in front of me, pulling my head into his crotch. He was still in underwear, but I could smell him deeply and could feel his cock through the cloth with my mouth. I so wanted to taste him, to please him - but didn't know if sexual contact was in the works or not.

 

At this point, J. says: “I don’t suppose he'd like the massager….” I replied: “I don’t think I really have a say in the matter!” Next, I could hear the case being unzipped, the device assembled, and then J. began to use it on various parts of my body: back, ass, taint. This was new territory for J.: controlling sexual sensation of another at his own whim. I think once he realized how much I got into giving up that control - he began to play with the initiative just given him.

 

B. lifts my head up in his hands, and then lowers it again onto his hard cock which he’s somehow freed. There is not much I can do besides have it in me as in this position I can move my head only a little. I’m enjoying the taste of him, being filled, and being used. B. stokes my head and shoulders enjoying the very slow blow job. J. continues to poke at my body with the buzzing massager.

 

They trade places, and J. immediately stuffs my face onto his thick cock which is not surprisingly very hard, and B. goes back to groping my body all over with very strong hands. I am helpless and can just take what they choose to do with me.

 

After a time, B. decides that my hands are numb enough, and the untie proceeds. Slowly, but steadily… and once totally freed, my hands and arms are quite useless for some time. B. unties the blindfold and I look at J., grinning like the Cheshire Cat, and B. looking very pleased. They both have their underwear back on... like I'm not allowed to know directly the sexual contact I've had.

 

Since the tie was very tight, the whole scene was short, maybe 30 min. But in that short time, we got to experience B.'s amazing handiwork - and J. got a taste of something very new for him. We're hoping B. comes over after work more often.