Self-Bondage In A Motel
(Published on Tuesday, June 3, 2003)
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I never got into bondage until after meeting my 1st husband. He loved tying me up and having his way with me. It really turned me on to be tied up and taken. My biggest orgasms always happened when he had me tied up. Unfortunately, he was really into control, which I didn't like except when we had sex. Then I loved the feeling of being helpless while he sexually ravished my body. There was something about it that really turned me on. But because of his control issues, our marriage ended.

Once in a while I find someone who fulfills my bondage fantasies, but no real relationship has ever blossomed because of it. However, I've learned the art of self-bondage, and with my sex toys, I'm able to get myself off while helplessly bound. Of course, with self-bondage, there is always an easy out.

Because I travel a lot for my job, I spend a lot of time in motels. Quite by accident during one of my self-bondage scenes, a maid came into my room and discovered me tied up. I was really surprised by her sudden appearance because it was late at night at a time when the maids were generally off of work. I couldn't see her reaction because I was blindfolded at the time, but I was able to peer a little bit underneath my blindfold to see her sweep by me, and then right back out again.

Also to my surprise, I was dripping wet with the excitement of having been discovered. I've always considered myself to be straight, though I've also wondered what it might be like to have a woman go down on me, or to be with her sexually.

Subsequent to that first encounter of having been discovered, I started to do some self-bondage at a time when I knew that a maid would be entering my room to clean it. I'm not a huge fan of gags, but I started gagging myself so that there would be a legitimate excuse for me not to say anything when the maid would knock on the door to enter, as was their standard practice.

The excitement of having them discover me always made it so much easier for me to cum, but each time the maid would just step right back out of the room. At some point my fantasies carried me to a place where I wanted not just to be discovered, but I also wanted to have somebody take advantage of the situation and have sex with me.

The practical side of me knew that it could be dangerous, mainly because of sexually transmitted diseases and such, so silly me, I hatched a plan that I thought might work. I typed out a note that read, "My wife enjoys being sexually ravished while tied up and blindfolded. I am her hubsand, and I enjoy coming into the room to discover that my wife has been taken advantage of and sexually ravished. Please feel free to have your way with her as long as there is no pain involved. You must be disease-free and you have to use condoms. It would be our pleasure for you to do this for us. Thank you."

I figured that, if anybody did anything to me, they would follow my instructions, or risk a lawsuit against the motel chain. I couldn't know this for sure, but it was a safe bet. Besides, I had always had female maids cleaning the rooms.

So I would leave this type-written note in between my legs on the bed in the hopes that some horny maid would choose to have a little fun with me. But nothing changed. I could see from discreetly peering underneath my blindfold that some of the maids who came in read the note, but then walked back out of the room anyway. I didn't expect anything more, but I was hopeful nonetheless.

The next few months of doing this proved uneventful even though it was still very, very exciting for me to be doing this. Then one day, while at a motel which I had stayed at before, I noticed that the same maid who discovered me before had discovered me again. She was older than me by probably about 10 years. I'm 37, so she wasn't a lot older than me, but she was a nice looking woman. She was hispanic and I had seen her in the hallways of the motel before.

In contrast to me, she was somewhat overweight, but not by a lot. She was also a few inches shorter than me. I'm 5 feet, 8 inches tall and weigh 130 lbs. I am a 34b-26-36, I am nicely tanned and toned, and I am fastidious about my appearance. My breasts are on the smaller side, but my nipples make up for it because they can get pretty big when they get erect after I'm excited. I think that the sexiest part of my body are my feet.

My feet are symmetrically shaped with high arches, wrinkly soft soles, and perfect toes that I maintain regularly with pedicures and usually with red toenail polish. My feet are exceptionally soft. My feet are much more ticklish than I'd like them to be, but other than that, they are one of my best features.

This time, however, instead of just reading my note, she picked it up and shoved it into her pocket. She waved her hand in front of me a few times. I pretended not to notice.

I couldn't see what she was doing next very clearly, but it looked like she was inspecting my restraints. With practice, I always tied both of my ankles and my left wrist very securely with old ties of my ex-husband's. I would leave my right wrist loosely tied, so that within a couple of minutes, I could free myself.

I could feel this woman tighten the tie surrounding my right wrist so that I was truly helplessly tied up on the bed with no chance of me being able to escape on my own. My other limbs were immobile, as I had made sure of that. I could hear her leave the room, which made me a bit nervous, but it also excited me. Then I could hear her return, which was confirmed when I caught a glance of her from underneath the blindfold. Still fully clothed, she knelt down at the foot of the bed and began lightly tickling the soles of my feet and sucking on my toes, first one foot, and then the other.

When she got a little more aggressive by tickling the soles of my feet harder, I gasped out loud and tried to pull away. Obviously I couldn't stop what was going on, but luckily for me, this woman would give me a break whenever she would see me gasping for air, which happened pretty quickly since my feet are so ticklish. She really seemed to really like tickling my feet, but it was almost too much for me to take. But her greatest passion was to suck on each of my toes, and she was really good at it, too! I don't know if she had a foot fetish or not, as it's pretty much a male fetish, but this woman really spent a lot of time ravishing my feet and toes.

At one point she positioned herself on the bed so that she could manipulated my feet so that my toes were fucking her pussy. She rode the toes of one of my feet with her pussy while sucking the toes of my other foot, and then she switched so that both of my feet had been pussy-fucked and the toes of both of my feet had been thoroughly shrimped. It felt really erotic. Her pussy was warm and very, very wet, so my toes slipped inside of her quite easily. Having her warm pussy fucking my toes on one foot while feeling the warmth of her mouth and tongue on the toes of my other foot felt incredible. I was getting pretty wet myself even though I hadn't yet climaxed.

After she had climaxed a few times herself, she knelt down in between my legs and began giving me head. Oh, was she very good at it. She was great! I figured that this was not her first time being with a woman. She made me cum a number of times, which isn't too difficult for me to do since I'm multi-orgasmic. But especially under the circumstances, I came many times and quite powerfully.

For the next hour, this woman continued to make love to my entire body from head to toe, and other times she used my own sex toys on me.

All she said in the end in perfect English was a whispered, "Thank you. I hope that we meet up again. I know that you tied yourself up and wrote that note, but that's okay. You can do that again any time you wish."

I simply replied back, "Thank YOU! You were wonderful."

"Anytime, sweetie," she replied back. Then she untied my right wrist and left the room.

As of this writing, I won't be back to that motel for at least another couple of months, but when I do return, you can bet that I'm going to be practicing some more self-bondage.