Bondage Play

Last night’s play went exceptionally well. We get together once a week for an evening of Kink play three to four times a month. Lately biology has limited our options. Her fifty year old body has been flirting with menopause, AKA the period that never seems to end. It put a damper on our recent weekend get-away (and my ED did not help the situation, either.) Aunt Flo took a breather this week, allowing for a heavy Play session.

Once I ascertained that nothing was off limits and that she would be able to stand for much of the session, I packed the toy bag for a bondage-themed evening. I dug around in the rope bag and selected several hanks of kernmantle nylon rope of differing lengths, a bag of metal rings and a couple of short sticks of bamboo. With some creative arranging I got the extra materials into the full suitcase I use for transporting the implements of play.

I staked out a corner of the “dungeon” room for our session soon after we arrived. I opted to use the raised platform over the wooden cross. I would have front and back access as well as having my short partner elevated to equal height. Eye bolts for tying points were amply distributed along the top of the framed platform.

After a bit of warm-up, I removed my partner’s top and bra. I placed her on the platform, centered between the uprights. I quickly flog-cuffed her hands using two shorter lengths of the rope and secured the ends to the frame. I kept her arms below her shoulders to avoid strain. Next I compressed her ample boobs using the two bamboo sticks – one above and one below her breasts – and a long length of rope. Her boobs, while large, aren’t shaped for classic breast bondage. I did the best I could to capture each nipple inside a steel ring, using lark’s head knots and reverse tension to center the rings over the nipples. It wasn’t perfect but I achieved my desire to bind her breasts without spending an inordinate amount of time adjusting tension and position of my rope work.

I started to flog her boobs with a short length, cotton flogger. Lightly at first, playing the tails over her bound flesh, then aiming at her thick nipples. Moans, there were many moans. I switched to a suede tailed flogger for a thuddier impact. Flicking the tips over the engorged nipples was rewarded with writhing and moaning.

When I checked in with her she asked for her pants to be removed. She was getting warm. I peeled off her leggings, leaving on for now her T-back panties. Meanwhile, another couple had joined us in the small room and where engaged in similar play in the opposite corner, rope and impact but in a different style. Cries, moans and flogger impacts intermingled.

With her pants removed I had unrestricted access to her large behind. I pulled her hair, pinched her nipples and deeply kissed before moving behind her to work on her butt. There was just enough room for me to accurately and safely swing my large leather flogger. I warmed her ass with rhythmic blows intermingled with upswings between her spread legs to hit her crotch. I also employed the bristle side of my hairbrush to tease her tingling skin and send shivers over her body. I switched to bunny fur for contrast to nice effect.

I plunged my hand down her panties and teased her pussy. Her squirming confirmed that she was on edge. I peeled down the thin material and poked a finger at her clit. More gyrations. I grabbed the cordless wand out of the toy bag and pressed it against her pubes. She couldn’t orgasm standing. Panting, she asked if we could retreat to one of the beds in the back room.

I quickly untied her (no real knots, only half hitches) and threw everything willy-nilly into the toy bag. She grabbed her clothes and purse and we entered the darkened Swingers area, which is comprised of bed-width alcoves concealed behind sheer half curtains. We parked the toy bag at the foot of the bed and piled her clothes on top of it. She kept the vibrator and the hairbrush. I had a towel.

We embraced – CMNF – and kissed passionately. My hand snaked down to her crotch and my fingers entered her drenched vulva. After plunging two fingers into her vagina I began to rub and stroke her engorged clit. I held her tight with my other arm as she came from my manipulations. While she coasted from this orgasm I took the wand vibrator in hand and pressed the bulbous head into her soaked vulva. When I turned it on she stiffened and started to growl and moan. I played it over her vulva, teasing her inner lips and clit with the now slick head. The vibe’s annoyingly sensitive switch decided to get in on the act and cycled through its various settings. I managed to reset the thing and pressed it very firmly against her clit. The resulting orgasm was amazing. Her pussy gushed and gushed, soaking the sheet and the hand towel. I had one happy partner in my arms. Not wanting to lie in the cooling wet she got up and dressed while I stripped off the sodden sheet and towel and placed them in the proper bin.

We returned to the club’s common area to enjoy a snack and a drink and to snuggle and socialize a bit before calling it a night.