Ahhhh, Margaret, the one person and the least expected to enter my life. For a few years prior to meeting her, I had fantasies of tying up Black women. It started when I saw Clementine, a very flirtatious Black woman, while working on a computer system. I would have loved to have pursued a relationship but it was my philosophy not to get intimately involved with people during business, I left it alone. While it's ok to mess with corporate common stock it's not ok to mess with corporate livestock.
Margaret lived across the street from me and being a friendly neighborhood, we made contact over some mundane thing like starting a stubborn lawn mower. Her being Black and attractive only exacerbated that which I thought was not going to happen since she was married with two boys aged 4 and 8 with different fathers.
As fate would have it, hubby was very seldom home; sometimes away on business or just plain not home when he should have been. So, when the boys bikes and such needed fixing, they came to me and mom wasn't far behind. She was extremely friendly and social meetings abounded, especially when hubby was out of town. Nothing serious happened then but I was renting that house for six months pending purchase of another. I had already become attached to her and unbeknownst to me, she became attached to me. We kept in touch after I moved from the neighborhood and that's when things happened very fast.
The first few times she came over to my new house, she had her boys with her. Then she visited without them, telling me that hubby was out of town 400 miles away for a few weeks and she hired a babysitter. That was when she told me of her unstable marriage. She had a feeling her hubby had a lover, which she found out later was the case. Anyway, one day while she was telling me about that, we were sitting on the floor playing and listening to music while she related her marital problem. That had my motor going as she was wearing a short sundress and I was mentally drooling over her very dark brown legs, fantascizing how sexy they'd look in rope. Gawd, how I wanted to tie her up. Her main concern was her two sons and she sometimes got emotional over that. The one time she nestled close to me for consolation is when it happened. A few seconds looking into each other's eyes and then the kiss that started a torrid affair. Within minutes, I was fondling her thighs followed very shortly there after with oral sex. The thought of those dark chocolate legs around my face excited me immensly. She'd cross her ankles behind me and tighten her grip on me as she thrust her hips as I was pushing my face into her as hard as I could. I just couldn't get enough of her. I cupped her butt in my hands and squeezed it hard, digging my nails into her. She just moaned and kinda screamed with frenzied ecstasy. When she reached orgasm, which wasn't too long in coming, is was so intense that her load shot down my throat without my having to swallow.
I apologized after for squeezing her butt so hard but she said it felt sexy adding that she can't remember ever having such an intense orgasm and I assured her that neither did I despite that I used her feet to get off.. I don't think either of us could express to the other how much we enjoyed it. We both said we hoped it wouldn't be the last. Little did either of us know it was only the beginning of a very erotic relationship. All during that conversation, I kept fondling and kissing her legs, squeezing her butt and wondering if I was going to get a chance to tie her all up or even how to bring up the subject so I decided to let things take their course, and take it they did.
One time when she was at my place, we began playing around. I found out she was ticklish and she avoided me, fearing being tickled. One time I had a length of rope as I chased her around the house and she was more determined to avoid being caught, lest she be tied and tickled. Again, I let it go. I knew the time wasn't right. But, that time presented itself the next time she came over, this time in the evening. I knew this was a good time to tie her. So, I hid a stretched out 2 foot length of rope under a pillow on the bed, knowing we'd end up in there before long. While I was on top of her I waited until she was in the twilight zone and kept her there to build up her erotic frenzy. I moved her hands above her head without any resistance and slipped the rope under her wrists, carefully wrapping it around them at least once before pulling it tight followed by a few more wraps and a knot. It took a mere few seconds. She softly asked what I was doing just as the rope tightened from the knot and immediately moaned, 'Ohhh, noooo', moving her bound arms around me and again followed by 'oh my gawd'. She then reached orgasm, shortly after asking, 'what have you done to me?' I didn't mention the rope but she soon said, 'you tied my wrists.' I suggested removing the rope but she didn't want me to, saying that it felt so good. As we lay there, she with her wrists still tied, I got in a few words here and there about being tied up but not to the point of asking if she wanted to be tied again. The next move, for a while anyway, was hers and it came that night, or rather the next morning when she got home and called me after making sure the boys were asleep. That's when she brought up being tied. She told me how much more aroused she became and reached orgasm shortly after feeling her wrists tied. I encouraged her to let it go further. Before that conversation was over and it got quite hot, she wanted to come back and let me tie her all up. She had her wish and I had mine before long.
A few days later she was back, again in the evening and with a different sundress. I told her I liked her sundresses but didn't tell her that I wanted to wear them too, at least not yet. That came several days later. I waited anxiously for her arrival, knowing she was coming here mainly to be tied up. I thought about how horny she must have been on her way here and make no mistake, I was a horny wreck too. I was well shaven all over and wore girl's denim shorts and a crew neck long sleeve white leotard. I purposly chose a crew neck as it looked more like a t-shirt than a leotard. A scoop neck leotard would have been too obviously femme. I was though, wearing tan ballet slippers which didn't appear to be blatently femme and I had that same 2 foot length of rope handy for her wrists. The doorbell finally rang and my heart pounded. After she entered, the door was locked and there were the hugs, during which I slowly moved her arms behind her. She offered no resistance but just moaned. I coiled the rope snugly around her wrists and asked if it was too tight. It wasn't. There were erotic words said as I pressed my thigh against her feminity and I asked her if she wanted to go further. She softly said, 'Yes, all the way.' In the bedroom, she said she had never been this horny with possible exception of the first time I tied her wrists. She stood by the bed looking at all the rope and just said, 'oh my gawd.' When I asked her if she changed her mind, she said 'no, I want it all.'
Another length was used to tie her elbows as close together as she could endure which was very close. Then more rope around her chest, above and below her boobs. I held her, kissed her, fondled her pussy and spoke very softly about how good she looked and asked how she felt. She was in an erotic frenzy by now and I knelt before her, fondling her thighs, squeezing her butt and kissing her pussy, during which she just squirmed in the rope and eventually said, 'the rope feels so good.'
I gently lay her on the bed and again ravished her legs and buried my face between her dark thighs. She moaned in ecstasy as she writhed and squirmed as best she could in her ropes but I didn't take her to orgasm, telling her this was going to be a very long night. Taking some rope, I began tying her ankles and her feet, during which she again moaned and sometimes saying such things as 'this is incredible' to which I added,'oh, it gets better.' She asked, 'how much better can it get?' and I replied, 'you tell me after you're all tied and tightened up in this rope. As I tied her legs, I asked her to tell me if the rope was too tight but she said nothing; she just moaned as ahe lay there feeling her legs being tied together. I tied them very tight, especially her thighs. When I saw how the rope was digging into her thighs, I suggested I loosen it to avoid rope marks but she told me she was prepared for that as she had a pair of jeans and a long sleeve blouse in her car. For over an hour, I ravished her thighs, legs and feet. Her feet looked really sexy in rope. We talked about the many ways she could be tied and she was ready to try them all. We lay there for most of the evening talking about erotica. I kept trying with limited success to steer the topic to her dress long enough to tell her I'd like to wear it but I did get in a little about how good it felt against my skin. I was planting seeds that hopefully would grow. Before the evening was over, she had a few orgasms and she mentioned a few times how good she felt being tied and that she was going to try to arrange to stay here for a weekend.
When she arrived home, she called me after the baby sitter left and we talked for a long time, during which she mentioned that she she noticed my denim shorts looked like girl's shorts. Thinking fast, I admitted it and when she asked 'why girl's?', I told her they felt sexy. 'just like my dress, huh?', she replied and again I admitted it. She added, 'I think you'd look cute in a sundress; wouldn't take a lot to make you look like a girl; you're hardly a typical looking male.' That was a wide open door and I jumped through. She told me my hair was kinda feminine looking as it was longer than usual and my legs were to die for. I asked her how she'd feel about making love with a girl and that's when she opened up about her lesbian fantasies and that in high school, she had a mild affair with a white girl. I volunteered to be that girl, only I could satisfy her unlike a girl can; 'you can have both worlds at the same time'. She suggested I come over to her place after work some evening to 'fix a leaky sink', an excuse she'd use if any of her neighbor friends should ask. "When the boys are asleep, we'll find a dress for you.
I wore a leotard the night I went to her place to cover what little hair I had on my arms and brought a pair of black ballet slippers. My legs were shaved as was the rest of me but my arms were left alone as they were exposed many times at work. After she put her 2 boys to bed, we began rummaging through her closet. She found a skirt for me and I wore it until we were certain the kids were asleep, as a skirt was easier to get out of fast. We found a few sundresses we really liked and we set them aside until we felt safer. Once we felt the boys were out for the night, I removed the leotard and tried on the dresses; all but one fit well. She padded my boobs with panties and dabbed on a little lipstick on my lips. She told me she had a fascination for them and that she got horny just putting lipstick on them and how much she wished we were at my place. She knelt before me, fondling my legs and kissing my thighs. I knew where this was going but this wasn't a good time for it. I sat on the edge of the bed and she knelt between my legs which I wrapped around her and we just talked while she held my legs and kissed my thighs. We were both in one heck of an erotic state. The conversation was extremely erotic. She wanted to be tied up so badly but there was no rope and probably just as well since we weren't alone and already playing with fire.
Before I left, she told me to take the dresses with me and gave me a tube of lipstick too. She wanted me to wear one of the dresses next time she came to my place. I also brought the skirt as it was a denim midi and looked good with a leotard. The skirt looked more like a mini on me as I was a few inches taller than she. The only thing needed was heels and a wig; that was to be remedied very shortly thereafter.
The next time she came over was a Friday night, just after bringing the boys to their grandma's place for the weekend. Before she arrived, I was in one of the dresses and a little lipstick. The ropes were out and ready. When she arrived, no time was wasted tying her up. When she saw the ropes on display in the bedroom, she just said, 'oh geeeeee' and and turned her back to me with her arms behind her. I tied her wrists and coiled rope around her arms to just above her elbows, this time tighter than usual as she moaned in ecstasy. When I turned her around to tie her legs, she said 'oooo, you look so good in that dress.' I suggested my legs would look better in heels and she agreed, saying we should go shopping tomorrow. That's when I brought up a wig and that was on the shopping list too, along with makeup. I lay her on the bed and began tying her legs together while they were half bent at the knees. After they were tied, I told her to straighten them slowly. She went into a frenzy as they tightened more as she straightened them saying 'they kinda hurt but it feels soooo good' and didn't want me to loosen the rope. I played with her to get her all worked up but not to orgasm, just yet. I eventually untied her legs as the rope marks wouldn't go away by the next day and we were going shopping. She did have her jeans but that rope was tight and probably not a good idea to leave it on too long despite that she loved the feeling. I did, though, lace her legs with quarter inch rope and then tied her ankles crossed. That way, I could give her oral to orgasm. The lacing was kinda tight also but I knew it would be removed after she orgasmed. When she did cum, she again shot that load down my throat without my having to swallow. She told me that she never got as horny as when she was tied up real tight and never had such an intense orgasm. Later, I tied her hands in front and loosened the laced rope around her legs so she could spend the night in rope. I also stayed in the dress with my legs tied.
The next day we went out shopping. During the morning, we talked about different ways to be tied and how I got into it. I showed her some bondage magazines but what turned her on were the Oriental bondage mags; loaded with Japanese girls tied with hemp rope. She wanted to be tied with it. Hemp, being hard to find, had to be substituted with manila, which wasn't as soft and was rougher. She liked that idea, saying she wanted to feel it on her and that she wanted to be tied naked. So, we stopped by a building supply place and bought 50 or more feet of half inch manila rope and another 25 foot length of 3/8 inch, both of which I still have. On the way to the wig shop and shoe stores, she kept playing with it, smelling it and tying it around her bare legs to see how it felt. Needless to say, this made her very horny as it did me. The thinner rope would hold knots better around her wrists.
The wig shop was owned and operated by Orientals and that made me feel comfy enough about going in with her as they were more aloof about men in a place that sold mostly women's wigs. She tried on several and sought my approval and bought one in a medium brown with bangs. The length went below the back of my neck. For the shoes, we went to a few of those large shoe stores that sell mostly budget priced shoes and in sizes to 12. I needed a woman's size 11. The sales staff in those places leave customers alone, kind of like being in a grocery store.
When we got home, I couldn't wait to dress up. I intended to wear the denim skirt and heels but she wanted me in a sundress. The wig made me look much younger with its bangs. She lay me on the bed and knelt over me to have me give her oral. She kept talking about how hot lesbian sex was. I asked her to tie me as best she could; she was better than I expected. She referred to me as her little girlfriend as I lay there with her thighs wrapped tightly around my face surrounded by her femininity, her dress and the rope. I managed to keep my nose accessable to air despite her movements around the bed and my being tied. There was no escaping her thighs wrapped so tight around me. I could have stayed there forever. I didn't have an orgasm; I held it so as not to end my erotic frenzy and hers. This would not be the last time she dommed me but tonight, she would be the sub and knew it all too well.
In the early evening, after a break and something to eat, besides her, she was ready for rope. I think she was always ready for rope. Sometimes she'd call me right after work when I least expected it just to tell me she was horny and wanted to be tied up. Later in the evening, we'd be on the phone indulging in erotic conversation. But this night was gonna be her first time tied up in thick rough manila rope. I told her it was going to be tight, rough and medieval and that excited her immensly. She knew my ideas came from all those oriental bondage mags I had and that thought got her motor going.
When she did come over, I was ready for her. While talking in the dining room, I went to the bedroom for a length of old manila rope I had; it was only about 8 feet long. I stood behind her and tied it around her neck a couple of times before knotting it and led her to the bedroom, where I tied the other end to the headboard of the bed telling her that I didn't want her to get away while I prepared her.
She was able to kneel on the bed and move around with her neck tied with about 6 feet of slack to the headboard. When I first tied the rope around her neck, she told me it felt good. I kept that in mind. I slowly undressed her to her waist and then tied her hands behind her after which I continued to undress her while fondling her all over and hinting at the erotic pain and torture that was to come. She accepted her fate while I subtly ensured that it was going to hurt a little. I assured her I was about to redefine tight and her idea of pain and pleasure.
After she was totally naked and face down, her neck lashed to the bed, I placed the 3/8 manila rope around her arms and as I made a slip knot, she quivered at the feel of the rope touching her naked body. Then I tightened it around her arms just above her elbows and tightened it until her elbows almost touched and she said tighter. So, I tightened it until her elbows touched. I wrapped it around her arms a couple of times and around her wrists. Her arms were touching from her elbows to her wrists. The rest of the rope was tied around her body as tight as I could. It looked as if it was way too tight but she wanted it that way. I removed the rope around her neck and lay her on the bed and as I tied ler legs with the thicker manila rope, she kept mumbling in a frenzy how good it felt and to make it tighter and how she loved how it hurt so good. Then she straightened her legs and screamed in ecstasy and agony but settled down within a minute. 'O my gawd, I never thought tight could feel so good'.
While she lay there helpless, I changed into the denim skirt, leotard, wig and the heels. They were strappy, like dancing/party shoes with a 4 or 5 inch heel. Oh, and lipstick. When she saw me, she wanted to ravish me, especially my long legs. I knelt over her and let her kiss my bare thighs. I was wearing a black heavy elastic lycra panty over the leotard which hid my bulge. We squirmed around the bed with her face locked between my thighs as she sucked them leaving blue marks and as she did, I talked about other erotica, like medieval torture. I mentioned such things as using a ladder for a rack and stretching her on it; hanging her by the wrists and whipping her back and legs both of which she seemed to like. So, I took some cotton rope and looped it several times and began to gently whip her tummy. She liked that so I turned her into a position to let her head hang over the edge of the bed and continued with the whipping on her tummy, this time a little harder. Then I went for her legs. Being tied so tight, she couldn't feel the full intensity of the whipping so I had to be careful. I teased her by hand as that was the only way I could under the circumstance and she went nuts. I knew I had to take her to orgasm as it would be extremely intense with her being so painfully tight but before I went to that limit, I got another piece of cotton rope and draped it over her lips. She instinctively opened her mouth and I wrapped it around her head a few times, gagging her with it. Another length was used to blindfold her. During this, I kept on with the erotic talk, bringing up the rack, suspension and whipping. I was also fingering her to orgasm, pausing momentarily to wrap another rope around her neck and using my fingers to tighten it by twisting. A stick was considered but it couldn't be released fast enough if need be. I continued with fingering her, the erotic talk and tightening the rope around her neck, asking if it was too tight but she nodded that it was ok. As she came close to orgasm, her body arched and she moaned through the rope gag. When she finally climaxed, her body arched much more vigorously and in spasms, while she attempted to scream through the rope gag. At this point, I let up on the neck noose and removed the blindfold and gag.
When she composed herself, she asked the most bizarre questions. "What have you done to me?' 'I didn't know I had such desires for pain.' 'I'll probably never be able to get such orgasms unless I'm tied up really tight.' 'Why did it feel so good when you whipped me?' 'And that rope being tightened around my neck was just incredible, like being hanged.' With that door opened, I elaborated on that subject describing a witch being hanged scenario and how she could be hanging so as to force her to stand on her toes, completely helpless. She wanted to try that so we agreed to do it sometime and as usual, she seemed very anxious. I told her that we can do it sometime when she isn't expecting it; that would make much more erotic.
I untied her to let her relax, during which I tried to explain endorfins and oxygen deprivation and their relationship to pain and intensification of orgasms. She wanted to be whipped again before retiring for the night.
When time came to call it a night, again, she was stripped naked and her hands tied in front. Then her legs were tied at her ankles and knees. She placed her arms over my head and got on her knees. I was still in the denim skirt and leotard and heels, no tights. My legs were smoothe. She knew what was coming as she saw the whip I made with rope and duct tape. As I moved my thighs around her cheeks, her mouth kept searching for them. At my request, she didn't do fallatio as that would bring me to orgasm. Then came the first lash of the whip on her bare back at which point she pressed her mouth against my inner thigh. As the whip lashed her back over and over, she kissed, sucked and bit my thighs in a frenzy, her bound hands trying to feel my legs from behind. My left hand was entwined in her hair, pulling on it as I kept her face tight against my thighs commanding her to worship them.
It took several days before we got around to the hanging. Nightly conversations after her boys were tucked away for the night continued and the subject of hanging was on top of the list of erotica. The witch scenario also brought on being tied to a post. There were two here between the living room and dining room. She was tied once to one of them but it was awkward due to their proximity to a wall. Another time she was tied to an aluminum ladder covered with a few boards but I couldn't create the effect of being stretched tight enough without a winch, so that idea was placded on a back burner. In retrospect, I think she was hot on being hanged due to her mentioning several times how she liked the feel of rough manila rope around her neck.
She wanted to try hanging off her feet but no promises were made about that due to the risk. I explained to her how it could be attempted by her slowly lifting her feet while I tried to find a good location around her neck for the rope. If done right and if she wasn't dropped, she could experience neck suspension. Heck, she weighed only about 110 pounds. By the time she eventually managed to break away on a weekend, leaving her boys at her mother's, she was literally fit to be tied and she always was here.
On the night she arrived, I was wearing the wig, a leotard, skirt and heels, my legs were bare and smoothe. I was also wearintg tight lycra panties lest my woody spoil the look. There was a hook and pulley already installed into a ceiling beam in the recreation room. When she arrived, she wore a sundress and that was all, other than shoes. She didn't tell me but I found out soon enough after I tied her arms behind her back moments after she arrived. As I fondled her neck telling her how nice thick manila rope was going to look around it, she told me she was soooo horny. My hands went to her butt then under her dress and that's when I discovered she wasn't wearing panties. When I touched her mound, she was soaking wet. Horny was an understatement.
In the rec room, I sat her into a chair with her arms still tied and tied her ankles to each leg of the chair, then her knees to the side arms of the chair thus keeping her legs spread. She was way too ripe for an orgasm. She squirmed in the chair as I set up the rope over the ceiling hook. The noose was set up with a stop so it wouldn't tighten beyond a certain point. One inch thick manila rope was used. I kept talking to her about her being hanged, teasing her verbally as she squirmed against the rope that held her helpless in the chair. I teased her about her being so wet and that she would have to be punished severly for that and that punishment was to be hanged slowly by her neck until orgasm.
When I felt satisfied with how the noose was set, I released her legs of the rope and led her to the noose, her arms still tied securely behind her back. Without struggling, she just accepted her demise and seemed to cooperate with the placing of the noose around her neck. I didn't touch her feminity lest she cum. I told her that her legs weren't going to be tied for reasons that would become obvious later.
As she stood there moaning in ecstasy, I knelt before her and helped her place her legs over my shoulders, after which she crossed her ankles. At this point, my shoulders were holding her up and I had a firm grip on the end of the rope which I started pulling until I felt tension. Her legs began to quiver and stiffen. I positioned myself so she was leaning slightly foreward which facilitated my preventing her from leaning back, keeping the tension on the rope. I elevated myself a little and kept the tension until I was in a position to easily lower myself and her if need be. Then I applied more tension and more. By now, I had my face buried deep into her but wasn't encouraging her to orgasm as she was on the threshold already. Keeping the tension very taut and increasing it a little as I lowered myself, I could hear her gagging a little and eased the tension to which she sounded as best she could, 'uh-uh'. So, I tightened it a little more and she sounded to me indicating it was ok. Her thighs began to tighten around me as she tried to thrust herself into my face. By her sounds, I knew she was about to orgasm so I placed my arms around her to hold her up, keeping the noose tightened as I also tightened my lips around hers. Then she came, with an expolsion that flew down my throat. I felt her legs stiffen around me locking me where I was. She writhed and squirmed and made gagging sounds as her orgasn continued while I held her vertically and kept the noose tight. When she started becoming limp, I eased the noose and lowered myself to allow her to touch the floor with heer feet but I stayed pressed against her taking in every bit of her that was available.
When her feet touched the floor, I realized that her legs were too limp to support her so I gradually let her down. As she lay there, I licked her feminity and her wet thighs. I moved to her face and the noose was loose enough for me to get my hand into it. I held her close to me and kissed her gently. She just moaned in ecstasy, 'I love you.'
After awhile laying there, we talked about it. She told me she never had such an intense orgasm and wondered if the next time would be as good. I told her that it could but might take a little more work as the unknown has already been penetrated. So, I'd have to get a little more creative and make it seem like the first time again.
By now, we both needed a shower so there we went, her with her arms still tied. I sponged her and then she said, 'do me'. I pinned her against the wall and entered her and she wrapped her legs tightly around me. I untied her wrists and immediately, she wrapped her arms around my neck. She was not far from another orgasm so I took the rope which I still held and wrapped it around her neck from the front to the back and began pulling the ends. As long as I could hear her breathing, I kept it tight around her neck. We both came at the same moment and as she did, she kept crying through her tightened neck, 'tighter, tighter'. I just moved the rope a little to give her the impression I was tightening it, which I wasn't. She was way into twilight zone so I had to exercise common sense.
This erotic relationship went on for months and then came the unwelcomed call from her hubby asking her to come to 'Frisco. Initially, she wanted to scuttle the marriage and stay with me but I convinced her of otherwise. Then there were the two boys who would be most affected by a divorce and that wasn't worth it. She went to 'Frisco and to my knowledge, is still there, some 35 years later. I heard from her a few times during the first year or so after she left and we agreed it was best to terminate the relationship. It was something of an Auld Lang Syne moment but I have no regrets to this day.
I heard from her older son some 10 years later after he joined the Navy and he told me that all was well with mom & dad. He called just to say "Hello."
Several years later, in the 80's, I met another Black girl who was from Jamaica. That relationship lasted about a year until she left the state. After a few months of our meeting, I was to discover that she was very kinky also. That story is still in the works. There are hundreds of notes in a file written as they came to mind over the years, most of which have been pieced together into a readable text but still need a final proofreading for typos and mispellings.
