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I Live To Be Restrained In Leather

The very first time I was restrained in leather was about ten-to-twelve years ago. I had answered a personal ad posted on a tickling site and never expected a response. I spoke with Christine several times by cell phone and from work. I felt like I was getting away with something. After we felt at-ease with one another, we arranged to have drinks one evening. Little did I know that I was being "interviewed" for what she had in mind. So much for being at-ease with one another. She had actually taken subliminal control of me and it was a long time before I realized what had taken place.

Christine had a small home on a pond and about three acres of land that surrounded it near Land-o-Lakes, FL. It was early one winter's evening when I was invited to her home. We had spoken many times of fantasies and because of her, some of them actually came true. When she spoke of leather restraints I believed that it was to be her that was to be restrained but I soon found out that I was in err.

Anyway, after being asked inside of her home, we lit a small fire with one of those yuppie logs that don't require tending. The lights in the house were dimmed so all that we could see were the flames bouncing around the fireplace and the golden light upon the walls. She then said, "Well Michael, are you ready to see some of my toys?" Anticipating that I would be binding her, I responded, "Oh yeah, I'd love to." She took me by the hand to her bedroom where I would soon learn my fate that would live with me to this very day.

The sheets were stark white, clean and pressed. I commented on my observations and she thanked me. "Now Michael, take off your clothes." I said, "what about you?" and moved closer to kiss her. As I did so I heard a loud "CRACK!" and saw that she was holding a wide leather strap. She cracked it again and said, "Now, about those clothes." I must have looked a little nervous as again she demanded in a stern voice, "Michael, take off those clothes now!" My flight-or-fight syndrome was kicking in because i was scared as hell but my curiosity got the best of me.

I kicked off my shoes and peeled off my socks. I unbuckled my jeans and grasped my jeans and boxers. With one smooth movement they were piled on the floor at my bare feet. "CRACK!" the leather strap was again used. I froze for a few seconds and she moved closer to me. She took each shirt tail and ripped my shirt open sending buttons all over the room. Christine then pushed my shirt over my shoulders and sent that to the floor with my other clothes.

She grabbed the covers of the bed and ripped them from the mattress and pushed my naked body onto the bed. She pulled open a dresser drawer and there it was. . . a beautiful black leather cuff. It was though it had a glow of its own as she held it in the glow of the fireplace. Then she swiftly cuffed my right wrist and reached behind the bed. She took hold of a leather strap and fed it through the D-ring, pulled it tight causing my shoulder to hurt just a bit. I winced quietly but she heard it anyway. Christine reached back into the drawer and pulled out another cuff. She seized my other wrist and cuffed it in similar fashion. Again, she pulled tightly and buckled the buckle and fed the strap through the D-ring. "I didn't hurt you, did I Mikey-boy?" Of course I denied that she did as I was still a bit in fear but it was too late. "Normally," she said, "I'd blindfold you but you're a special 'case.'" What the heck did that mean, I thought.

Leather cuffs were placed about each ankle then she reached under the bed. She then pulled out a long pole and held it proudly for me to see. "Ya know what this is, Mikey my boy?" I said, "No, I have no idea." Christine replied, "Well, you'll soon learn," and walked to the foot of the bed. "This," she proclaimed, "... is a spreader bar and allow me to show you how it works." With that, she used snap ring hooks and attached the ankle cuffs far, far apart. The spreader bar was then attached to the foot board and now I was completely immobilized.

Christine then said, "Michael, you said that you thought that I was sexy. Did you mean that?" "Chrissy, of course I meant it!" I stammered out. "CRACK!" the leather strap snapped. I was startled but there was nothing I could do. "Mikey," she coo'd, "I told you not to call me that!" I remained quiet for a moment and then she added, "Now you have to pay the price." She got out three leather straps. One was placed around the top of my knee, pulled tight and attached to the side rail of the bed. She did this with both knees and then wrapped one around my forehead and fastened it to the sides of the bed.

"Christine," I said, "What are we doing?" I asked but she straddled my body and bent over to whisper in my ear. "If you think I am sexy, then just wait a few minutes." I eeked out a few words and said, "Chrissy, p-p-please, what are. . . ," she cupped her hand over my mouth and said, "I told you not to call me that! I'll 'fix' you!" She went back to her dresser and took out a ball gag. It was forced into my mouth and secured in the back with a Velcro strap. "That'll fix you," she said.

She then slowly ******** exposing her soft side, her sensuality, her luscious, soft skin. I hummed approval and she saw me growing hard. I am a shaver and she always said that she too liked the increased sensitivity of shaven skin. She knew I was also ball-ticklish and teased me with a feather while whispering in my ear how much fun she was going to have with me. She took a couple of strokes of my stiffened member then stepped back in approval.

"Michael I'll make it so you never have to leave," she purred. She then gather up my clothing and pushed every stitch into the fireplace. The flames grew and the light danced upon the walls and my nakedness. "You're mine now and you will do as I say!" I uh-huh'd the best that I could through the ball gag and she placed her foot along my face teasing my lips. "You will worship me now and you will worship me forever!" She then jammed a **** ring around me making me even harder. She then yelled, "THIS **** IS MINE, DO YOU UNDERSTAND? THIS **** IS MINE!"

The gag was removed but the **** ring remained. She sat along side of me with her feet to my head. She dangled her sweet, sweet sole over my mouth and teased me, "Lick my sole, sweetie, I want you to taste me." I did and she had the softest most sensual sole I have ever tasted. She rolled over and took me, all of me, into her mouth. I moaned like never before and she said, "You'll get much more Mikey. . . more as you worship me more.

She went up onto her knees and edged backwards. She then lowered herself onto my mouth and proclaimed, "You're mine *****, eat me; eat me like you know how to please your Mistress." I totally consumed her tasting all of her warm, flowing juices. My fingers and toes were clenching and opening with each or her movements. Finally, she was about to ***. She pushed onto my face even more. Her thighs tightened around my head and I heard her explode. She stood up and said, "You're not going to experience one of those until I say so!"

"I remember what you said, Mikey." My mind was racing as we had talked about so many things. Christine placed the gag back into my mouth and secured it tightly. "Remember, Mikey? You said that you were ticklish, remember?" I could only offer faint screams with the gag in place, "Noooooooooooooo! Nooooooooooo!" but she edged to the foot of the bed and began to slowly tickle my pink soles with the very tips of her nails. Try as I might I could not resist or move. Tears streamed down my cheeks as she said, "You are my ***** and I will torture you into submission." I was literally crying but she kept tickling. The **** ring remained in-place and made me even harder. She ball tickled me and repeated, "You are my *****, boy, do you get it?" She then curled up beside me and fell asleep. My penis was leaking precum and I was trapped.

She was right, I am her *****.
ticklishsoles ticklishsoles 56-60, M 2 Responses Jul 20, 2010

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Oh this is a very true story. It was a challenge to drive home without any ID or clothing.

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