Hello everyone. I wish to share with you some strange experiences during bondage session which I plan to blog about. I have not read of similar things elsewhere and wish to hear your thoughts about it. My name is Jona and I am married to my wife Megumi. I will tell you a recent story.
One day I requested Megumi to give me a kind of birthday gift. The gift would be an indulgence of a fantasy. I purchased some bondage gear with which I would be ensnared, allowing her to torture me with pleasure. In this way she would grant my request: Play with my body as she pleased and for as long as she wished. Her goal was to evoke in my body maximal unbearable pleasure and sexual tension. On the night she whould give me this gift, we ate dinner and had pleasant conversation at the table with a favourite meal under candle light. We conversed for hours until the proper time came. When it did, I went to our bedroom to equip myself with the gear. I felt silly putting it on and thought that these are things for actresses in movies. I went to meet her down stairs in the living room. When she saw me there, she giggled and asked various questions about the gear. Answering her helped me calm down for a moment.
My tension increased again when I prepared to ask her for help to tie me up. After several minutes, we were ready. She lit candles around us, turned the lights off, then sat in her chair in front of me. I was reclined on the couch in kinbaku kaikyaku form (sth. like feet apart) and my wrists bound to my ankles. I could only move my head. I did not find this arrangement pleasing, though it was for necessity that I might not kick my dear wife under circumstances where my body overpowers my mind. “Give me all of your heart. Do your best.” I asked as she prepared herself. “Oh my, now I am under pressure!” she replied and giggled again. Her smile is so sweet.
In this story I will not bother to tell about things which pertain to my body. I have read much here in this website that is very much like what followed next. Instead I must tell you of the spirtual things we experienced together.
At some point when I felt as though Megumi had gained the upper hand over my body, I noticed expressions in her face I had never seen before. I was breathing and moaning heavily as I saw in her eyes an intense gaze that excited me. Her eyes had mischief in them, drawing me into her. Her smile was very seductive. She carried her smile unevenly as though she enjoyed watching me struggle to contain myself. “I like having power over you.” she said. I was both thrilled yet shocked to hear this from her. She is a very gentle person. I have never known her to have a dominant spirit other than in cases where she has confidence in a certain topic such as cooking a certain dish or telling me if I have been rude. This look she had on her face was so haunting and erotic that I felt as though I were falling under her seductive spell.
Moments later the intensity of her power increased, weighing my head down with pleasure and dizziness. I was in more pleasure than I've ever felt before. I lifted my head with great difficulty to look at her gaze again. She looked at me with intensity, even looking deep into me. My head fell back into the couch and I felt myself falling into a daze as I closed my eyes. Colours of various kinds flowed through my mind. I felt like I was inside of my inner being exploring different rooms. The first room I entered was square and pink. As I write this now, it is difficult to recall what this room or any of the other rooms were like. I can only speak of their shape and colour and maybe something else. It is this pink room I became most familiar with in the sense that I visited this room many times.
As my body absorbed such intense pleasure and my head became too heavy to lift, I entered into a purple room. The room was of similar shape as the pink room but it was much darker. The darkness of the light reminded me of the kinds of lights at the night clubs though nothing would glow green or yellow under this light. The light is very erotic, like a fusion of masculine and feminine yet with greater feminine strength.
Things became very strange and yet amazinguly sensual and intense when I entered the next room. It was across some hallway that connected to the purple room. The room was lit by a deeper purple than the purple room and thus darker yet everything in the room feels wet or slippery. I felt as though my body was transforming into my soaring cock. I could feel only pleasure. It was unbelievable!
I seem to have lost my sense of self awareness or time after being in the wet room. I can only say that I remember visiting other rooms. One was white, another orange, and one was a kind of blue like the sky in winter. There were also various areas in this strange inner house of my being that were not like rooms yet they had their own character. Many of these areas had a deep blue colour. After I was going in and out of all the rooms and hallways, I felt like I had become a thing that my wife would wantonly through around, like a toy.
In one room, possibly the pink one, she pounced on me and began to fuck me. I even remember telling her to fuck me hard. “You are fucking my heart!” I told her. I don't know what I meant but it is the best way I could describe what I felt. “Oh wow!” she said. I could feel her grip my heart in one hand and somehow “fuck” it as she painted my body with the pleasure radiating from her other hand. “Fuck me! Fuck me harder!” I begged of her. Each time she did, I could feel my heart grow bigger and then shrink very quickly. My heart would beat and fill my whole chest with her presence. It was like she was both inside of my heart and holding me in her hands as she assaulted me with pleasure. She would then pick me up from whatever bedding or floor there was in one room, then vigorously throw me across the hallway into another room. She would then leap on top of me and fuck me silly for a few moments. Then again she would toss me into another room and fuck me everywhere.
As she would throw me into a different room, I could sense some kind of anxiety after having left the room she threw me from. It felt like I was missing her like having love sickness. But instead of missing her, I missed the room itself. When I would land into the other room she would toss me in, I noticed that I had developed some kind of emotional attachment to each room I was in. By the time she had tossed me into the wet room again (I don't know how many times), I noticed the reason for having the attachment to each of the rooms. In the wet room when she jumped on me and began to fuck me, I felt like the room was some kind of part of her. It is very difficult for me to explain this. The room is inside of me, but the room is like a piece of her. Anyway, as she fucked me in the wet room, I could sense that we began to sink into the floor. It felt like being in warm mud that would slowly swallow us whole.
We sank so deep into the floor that we fell through the ceiling of some dark secret room beneath the wet room. This dark room is not like any room. The light in there is like looking into a glass of wine with light on the other side. It does not have flat walls or an even floor. I do not remember what it felt like but I imagine now that it would look something like a stomach that you see in an anatomy graphic. It didn't feel like a stomach or my stomach. It felt like something entirely different and yet its shape seemed to be sometimes similar though the walls in this room would expand and contract slowly like bubbled walls inside of a large bubble. It is very difficult to describe.
Slowly I felt like I was appearing out of the air in the living room we were in. I felt still very weak and under her power but I regained enough of my senses to be aware of the living room again. “I won't let you come this time.” she told me as she gently stroked me. It was difficult for me to talk. I remember saying some things to her about wanting to be her slave. Even at this point after she told me I couldn't come I felt like I had not fully regained control of my mouth. After she said that, a gentle wave of emotions clashed inside of me. One was relief, another was disappointment. They hit each other like waves from a rock hitting the water. But when they clashed together, I felt peace in me from its wake. I felt at ease, content that she was in control. “I need to rest for a moment. I will come back soon.” she told me. “OK..” I was able to respond then.
I could hear her visit the WC and then walk into the kitchen after that. I was laying helplessly on the couch taking in all of the emotions and sensations I had experienced. Without word, I lifted my head sensing her presence as she entered the room again and I saw her standing there wanting to speak. “I had the strangest feeling that you were walking to me from behind as I was in the kitchen.” she explained in a confused way. “... Yes. It felt like you're somehow still here.” I responded.
She sat down in her chair and continued to gratify me in a much more gentle way than before. The pleasure this time was more soothing. It felt like she was giving me a more nurturing love as though she were nursing me back to my senses. The pleasure felt so satisfying and loving that I thought my Megumi was more her normal self again. She is very kind and caring. “I feel like our spirits have been tied together with strings.” she told me and then asked “Have you heard of something like this before?” I thought for a moment to consider this. I tried to remember any stories I have read before or movies I once watched. I don't remember so much what would be a good example of what she asked me, but I understood what she meant. “It does feel something like that. Even when you left me here I felt like a part of you was inside of me.” I told her. We were silent for several more moments as she continued to nurture me. Eventually I had enough and needed to pee, so I asked her to release me.
Time seemed to pass by in a strange way as we prepared for bed. Once we were both ready to sleep, we met in my room to talk once more. “I feel uneasy. I don't know how to explain it, but I need to be with you. Sleep in my bed tonight.” she said. “Yes, I know what you mean. I feel as though there is something bigger in our house than both of us. When I hold you like this, I feel at ease.” I replied. This feeling we were both experiencing can best be described as paranoia. There were times when we held each other in bed that I or her would hear something that didn't seem real. It felt like our minds were playing tricks on us. It felt both romantic yet unsetteling.
We eventually fell asleep as we felt too weak to continue holding each other in bed. A few times that night I got out of bed to go pee. The process of leaving the bed, walking to the WC and returning was strange. The feeling of paranoia we were sharing earlier was still with me but slowly faded away as time passed. I recalled then that she told me that she spent about an hour and a half playing with me. It was the longest time I had ever been stroked by her. My memories of those rooms are what I have written here, though much, if not 90% of what I had experienced during that time has been forgotten. I experienced new emotions and sensed different things I had never knew were possible before.
Days have passed since this encounter with Megumi happened. I often tell her that I want to do this again. I want to be in bondage with her spirit.