Predicament Bondage

My friend John is into simple, but highly erotic torment. Predicament bondage is his game of choice. His method of operation is to tie me up to his bed as tight as he can, and in such a way that even the simplest act of struggling has some impact on my torment.

This scene is a perfect example of what I’m talking about. What may look like your garden variety bed bondage scene with a vibrator harnessed onto my body, is actually something much more diabolical. You see, somehow he’s tied the rope harness in such a way that no matter how gentle (or hard) I struggle, the vibrator tightens up relentlessly against my crotch. And when it tightens up, it never relents on it’s grip. So after a good hour of struggling against my bondage, the head of the vibrator is pressed so hard against me that I could probably cum just by moving my hips around a bit. Too bad I’m tied up much too tight for that.

Why would I struggle against my bondage for an hour, when I know all I am doing is tightening the device that will eventually be used to torture me? Why don’t I just lay still until my rigger eventually bores of this scene, and unties me. Well, it’s because my friend never gets bored when he has me tied up. He tells me it’s my fault because my body just has too many places to explore through my skin tight Spandex when I’m all stretched out and unable to defend myself. Whatever! I think it’s because he’s just as kinky as I am, but he just doesn’t want to admit it.

Anyway, back to this scene… After John had me harnessed up and tied down, he gave me a short education on the predicament I was in. He demonstrated how the rope harness covering my body and running through my crotch would tighten the vibrator against my growing erection if I struggled too hard. He did this by tickling my arm pits and bare feet. Yeah, I’m ticklish when I’m tied up like this. As he promised, the movement forced out of me by his tickling did make the vibrator noticeably tighter against my crotch. Not uncomfortable, but I knew what could happen if I failed to control the body spasms he was giving me over time.

He then explained to me that he plugged the vibrator into a timer on the wall, and that the timer was set to go off in just over 60 minutes. It would then automatically turn off again in about 30 minutes after that. The one thing he didn’t have to explain to me is that if I was still tied up when the timer automatically went off, I was going to be in a bit of trouble. It’s not that I mind being vibrated to climax when I’m tied up. Not at all. But what does drive me crazy is what happens when the vibrator isn’t turned off after I climax. I think most of you guys and girls know what that feeling is like. Right? If not, stop by some weekend and I’d be happy to show you!

OK. So the rules of my predicament bondage were clear. I’m tied up in such a way that if I struggle to escape, the vibrator anchored between my legs would press tighter and tighter against my crotch. I had an hour to escape before the motorized beast attached to me would come to life, and then it would spend the next 30 minutes chewing away at my sanity. The easy way out of this would be to just lay still so the vibrator didn’t clamp down too much on my already throbbing erection, and then take my chances once the time limit expired on my bondage challenge and the vibrator kicked in. But by now, you should know my friends better than that. I mean, it’ been over two years of me telling you how kinky these guys and girls are. Letting me lay still in all that bondage simply wasn’t part of the plan.

He started persuading my body to move with a little nipple torment, at first. I was already visibly excited by my predicament, so it wasn’t too hard for my friend to fine tune his nipple torment so just the tips of my nipples were being teased. Small circles with his finger tips at first, then followed by gentle flicks with his finger nails. This kind of nipple torment goes directly to my crotch, and John knows it! It was barely noticeable at first, but in no time the sensation of my erection being massaged from base to tip was unmistakeable. It had only been less than five minutes, and I was already struggling and pulling against my bondage as much as I could. I felt the pressure of the vibrator mounting, but I didn’t care at the moment. All I wanted was some sort of release. Release from my bondage? Release from my torment? Release? I don’t think I cared…

John slowly worked his hands down my body so one hand was massaging my lower abdomen (just above my erection), while the other one was working it’s way up and down both of my thighs. Relaxing to be sure! But when you are as turned on as he was making me, it just made me tug all that much harder at the rope binding me to the bed. He spent probably twenty minutes focusing his attention on my body between my naval and my knees, making sure to rub and massage all parts in between.

I knew my feet were going to get some special attention, when I felt my friend use a warm washcloth to wipe them clean. I assumed a thorough tickling job was coming my way. But what he did next surprised me even more. He started with an incredible foot massage for each foot. A nice, relaxing foot massage! But just when I started relaxing enough that I sort of forgot about my predicament, he bent down and started sucking the toes on my left foot. At the time, this was a new experience for me. And it was awesome. It was intense. It was erotic. I had to force my left foot to stay still, as I was afraid of kicking him in the face, but the rest of my body was convulsing like a bull trying to kick off its rider. I was fully aware of what he was doing to me. I could feel the vibrator tighten with every jump and bounce of my body, but I just didn’t are about something that was going to happen in the future. I just cared about what was happening right now.

By the time John was done sucking the toes and licking the sole of my other foot, I was an erotic mess. The vibrator was pressed so hard against my crotch that I still swear to this day I could feel it bounce with every heartbeat. (OK. Maybe it wasn’t my heartbeat that was making the vibrator bounce.) My body felt like it was on fire. It felt like even the slightest touch anywhere near an erogenous zone would push me over the limit. Do you know what it’s like trying to force your body to lay still in a situation like this?

I could sense John moving around the room a bit, before crawling back up on the bed. He laid next to me with his head close to mine, and made himself comfortable by wrapping his legs around my stretched out left leg. I could tell he had his head resting on his right hand, as he used his left hand to gently playing with me from my crotch up to my nipples. This went on for about five minutes before he finally spoke: “You have about one minute before the timer goes off. I need to take a shower, but will be back in 30 minute to let you out.”

He gave me a quick kiss on my forehead, and as he got up to leave he said “Good luck!!”

The vibrator kicked in the exact moment I heard the door shut.

My first orgasm hit me probably twenty seconds later!

The next 29 minutes and 40 seconds were going to be impossible…

Predicament Bondage

Predicament Bondage