It’s a long and complex story as to how I reached this decision, but trust that it’s not one I take lightly. I’ve enjoyed all the fun times writing for and responding to my readers, and I obviously sure enjoyed the experiences that gave me material! But it’s an unsustainable time commitment I just can’t continue to make anymore. And I really wrestled with whether or not to share this as an “excuse,” but,  truth be told, my relationship with my Master outside of our sex and bondage play also has been suffering recently, and I really need to devote more time to it and him, and us.

But hey, it was really fun while it lasted, right? We had a really good run. And I’ll still try to drop in on the BoundForum regularly. So while I’m “finding myself” and trying to repair my relationships, remember I’m still enjoying getting tied-up I wish you all the best, and many happy endings!

~Lindsay

To get started, he dressed me in his favorite of the 3 waist-cinchers I own (though I like to call it a “cupless corset,” because of the alliteration ) in an off-black that’s actually a bit on the brown side, “coffee” stockings (I’m not kidding, that’s actually the manufacturer’s name for the color!), and my thigh-high pony boots ;D

First of all, he lightly roped my arms together behind my back and buckled a collar on me, which was promptly joined by a ballgag with rings allowing him to clip his reins to Bridled as I was, I delightfully pranced back and forth for him in my pony boots in what he called my “warm-up” After I was good and broken-in ( ), he replaced the ropes binding my wrists with the armbinder, strapping me in nice-’n'-tightly so I wouldn’t escape Whinnying excitedly as he bound me, my “bridle” was replaced with a much more substantial panel muzzle gag, and it was in turn buckled nice-’n'-tight *whinny!*

Now that I was all bound up and bridled like a good rope-pony should be, I was ready to ride Lightly swatting my bare butt with the riding crop to get me started, he commanded me “Walk, pony!” I obediently pranced for him, lifting my “ponied” legs high for him (whinnying occasionally into my gag for no good reason ;D ), getting extremely wet as I did so *blushes* Walking behind me, holding my reins, he pulled on one side or the other to direct me as I pranced, correcting me with a light swat if I slowed or pulled too far ahead or veered. Occasionally, he’d just swat me because he could, though, and I would do my best impression of the horse in the Ferrari logo, bound as I was

Once this had become tiresome for him, he stopped me and pushed one of my vibrating toys inside me. I squealed into my gag in response, but managed to transform it into a whinny halfway through, which pleased him greatly He turned it on, and it was all I could do to keep from collapsing to my bound knees! I struggled to stay the course as I continued to prance, which got me soooooooo much hotter! *blushes* Right as  I was on the verge of orgasm, he stopped me again and removed it! I whinnied angrily, and made my displeasure known by rearing up again like the aforementioned cavallino rampante. He just chuckled, and pulled me over to the couch (we were in the living room at this point), on which he pushed me, bent me over, and took me from behind, tugging at my reins!

It was arguably the most memorable orgasm I’d had in pony play ever – the “exotic” placement on the couch more or less assured that But it was a slow, smoldering orgasm, born of the yearning, aching feeling I got when he denied me my pleasure from the toy. Everyone knows tease and denial ultimately makes the eventual pleasure that much better, but DAMN! LOL I lit up slowly and came to a long-burning head, like a flare. I whinnied and moaned and struggled and whinnied, as the orgasm-flare sizzled through me for what seemed like 10 or 15 minutes (I’d tend to assume it was more like 2 or 3, but you know how that goes ). By the time I was totally spent, Master had already pulled out of me to clean up, and left me on the couch to rest up for a few minutes before moving me back to the bedroom to undo my “dressage gear” ;D

It was certainly a Derby I won’t soon forget

*whinnies!*

*bridle kisses*

I placed both of my toys inside myself, remote nestled in each of my stocking tops, and proceeded to rope myself up After I had gotten the legs, cinch loop, and chest harness, I gagged myself tightly and pulled on the smooth, silky gloves. Hehe, I had to force myself not to finger myself to orgasm right then I pulled the spandex hood over my bridled face ( ) and readied myself for the moment of truth With my heard pounding like a hardcore porn star ( ), I placed my wrists through their coil within the cinch loop, and pulled the hogtie loop tight!

Oh man, it’s such a rush to be so completely helpless in rope, without any way of wriggling or struggling free It gives me such a sense of bliss, it’s hard to describe. With the combination of this initial rush, and the buzzing toys in my pussy, I practically came right away in a massive gasp of pleasure *blushes* Instead, I managed to contain myself, and started moaning and bucking against my bonds. My first orgasm came within about 10 minutes (hey, I could only hold it in so long! ), but the next wave wasn’t as immediate. I had enough time to really savor the sensations of helplessness and moan unintelligibly behind my gag before the second one hit ;D

Shortly after the second orgasm, I figured it was time to start making preparations to get free, so I started inching my way across the room in the general direction of where I’d put the scissors. It was agonizingly slow, but that was just fine with me! At least at first. I had another 2 orgasms “on my way” wriggling across the room while hogtied, and I was starting to get really worn-out and my poor little pussy was starting to get sore from all the vibrating attention. After what felt like 20 minutes unsuccessfully searching for the scissors, I started to get a hint of that unpleasant rush from the early stages of panic. As much as I loved being bound and gagged like this, I didn’t particularly want to be trapped completely until Master came home! I started to thrash around a bit more desperately in my search, and thankfully managed to find them before I became a nervous wreck!

After cutting myself loose, I had a nice, hot shower to relax, and a nice, cool salad for lunch All-in-all, it was a really good day I still kinda wonder what Master would have done had he come home and found me hopelessly helpless like that. Only one way to find out And maybe a story for another day

*gag kisses!*

You all probably know this is one of my favorite, and most well-used role-play fantasies. You all should also probably know I went to a Catholic all-girls’ high school, so I probably have a better insight into this than the vast majority of the people who play at it. A couple of my girlfriends did have… *ahem* “things” going on with one of the male teachers (who knows if there were any involved with female teachers), and in at least one specific case, barely even tried to hide it – I suspect she was proud of it, the way teen boys are proud of “getting some” from teen girls. But all that aside I love this fantasy because it reminds me of being a naughty little bondagette as a teen My boyfriend tied me up in my uniform a lot because he loved the idea too, and thus was born one of my role-play fantasies ;D

The one I’m going to share with you is a particular one my Master and I played out a couple weekend afternoons ago. We vary it up for obvious reasons, even within these fantasies given that there are sooooo many options I was wearing my absolute skimpiest schoolgirl outfit, with a teeny-tiny little red plaid, pleated skirt that didn’t even cover my plain-white panties ( ); incredibly tight, cleavage-inducing white blouse that covered no further than a bikini would; opaque white thigh-highs with adorable little “Lolita”-esque satin bows on the welts; and a pair of medium-heel (around 2.5″) mary janes I had put my hair in pigtails, and was sitting cross-legged (panties exposed and all ) in a chair in “study hall,” “working” in a notebook with that look of kittenish sexuality (tongue just protruding from my lips, with one finger of my non-writing hand resting seductively on them as I “struggled to grasp the problem” ) that any high-school-age boy would recognize ;D I “accidentally” dropped my pencil a few times so I could make a show of daintily getting up, then bending over and exposing myself as picked it up

After I had done this a few too many times, “teacher” scolded me, and told me to put the pencil away and read. In the best saucily-innocent voice I could muster, I replied “Yes, Mr. Watson [borrowed from the Ke$ha song of the same name], I’m really sorry for disturbing the class” When I went to put my pencil away in my bag, I “accidentally” exposed a conveniently-placed sex toy, and “Mr. Watson” became upset that I was immorally and selfishly indulging in “vices of the flesh for pleasure,” and “lectured” me that he’d have to “punish” me to “teach [me] a lesson.” “Frightened” (and in the same voice), I told him I was sorry, and asked if playing with someone else would make it unselfish. He replied that yes, it would, and that would be a very good way to teach me a lesson, by showing me what a naughty girl I’d been, and what happens to naughty girls

After removing several lengths of rope out from his desk (the desk in the bedroom with the computer stuff) and pulling me out of my chair, he made me remove my panties then kneel down on the floor in front of my chair, then started roping me up He first tied my wrists together behind my back, then my stockinged ankles and knees. He taunted me about the sex toy he found, telling me he was “going to show [me] how it’s supposed to be used,” then finished the first stage of my bondage by turning it on, putting it up inside of me, and securing it with a tight crotchrope *blushes massively* As I started moaning and panting from the pleasure, he pulled his pants down and forced himself inside my mouth, using my pigtails for leverage *blushes* I felt like such a dirty girl, but it felt soooooo good My moaning in my own pleasure only stimulated him more, and he came pretty quickly, if I do say so myself After swallowing all of him, I was really close to orgasm, which I know he could tell, so he gave me a “rush-job” gag consisting of my panties and a length of rope to hold them in, then pushed me over onto my side to enjoy myself while he went to go clean himself up/ready the next stage

He came back to find me bucking and screaming into my moist panties in orgasm ( ), and took advantage of my “weakened state” to untie me briefly (and remove my toy) while he positioned me spread-eagled on the bed to be tied up again for sex He roped each of my limbs to one of the four corners, then undid the knot holding my blouse together in front, letting my breasts spill forth for his pleasure He left my panties in my mouth, but gave me a more proper gag in the form of a simple (plain?) ballgag. Completely exposed and helpless, I was his bound sex toy for the taking, screaming and moaning in ecstasy into my ballgag as I bucked and struggled against the ropes binding me He gave me a nice, long fucking (I had one loooooong, AWESOME orgasm that lasted for what seemed like an eternity ) as he tugged on my pigtails as if they were reins He finally came inside me when I rapidly clenched his penis several times – a neat little trick that I’ve learned works really well – and managed to gasp “class dismissed” at me as he pulled out I almost lost it giggling into my gag

Anyway, that’s about it He (eventually ) untied me, and we cleaned everything up together before deciding what we wanted to do for dinner I love my life!

*gag kisses!*

(Generally) whenever I’ve tied myself up in the last several years, I’ve used a system I first came up with way back then that I’ve described in previous entries about self-bondage. Basically, I use multiple coils of ropes (though I mostly used shoelaces until I was about 16) around my wrists that are juuuust tight enough that I can’t wiggle out of them in a matter of seconds, and layer them one upon the other with my wrists crossed. It works pretty well, and I’m always able to work myself free after only about 5-10 minutes of struggling with the various coils binding me (much sooner than that, and what would be the point? ). But one time, when I was about 16 or 17, still fairly new at it and still “working out all the bugs,” I had a pretty big scare when I almost got stuck :/ I made the mistake – well, I made a couple mistakes, actually, but this was the first – of tightening 2 of my newly-bought rope coils a bit more than I normally kept them before setting myself up. After getting naked, roping up my legs and chest, and gagging myself tightly with multiple strips of duct tape, I made a second (or 3rd, if you count not keeping a knife/safety scissors handy) big mistake: I got a little too bold, and wanted to try a stricter, “more realistic” hogtie. This entailed “seating” the hogtie loop more securely as a cinch over my crossed wrists in their coils, and then more securely layering additional wrist coils over it.

It was a pretty awesome self-bondage play session while it lasted,  what with being that much more (realistically) helpless and all, but I started to get scared when I honestly couldn’t get myself free. I squirmed and struggled and thrashed, and pretty much did everything you’re not supposed to do – I basically panicked. I was home alone at the time (as I always had to be sure I was when playing during the daytime on school breaks or whatnot), but I screamed into my gag for help as best I could (which was not very good), not caring who found me like this, or that I was. I started to cry and sob as I wriggled disconsolately against the ropes holding my wrists fast. Not yet quite resigned to my fate, though, I made one last push to put every ounce of effort I could into squeezing my wrists out of my miserable knots. Thank heavens I wasn’t very good at bondage back then, or I certainly would have been trapped, and most likely discovered naked, bound, and gagged by my mom when she got home I did manage to wriggle my hands loose (somewhat painfully) after intense struggling and squirming for close to 30 minutes, and managing to untie one knot in the process. Needless to say, I learned after that not to ever try such a risky hogtie again alone!

Speaking of which, though, on one fateful day, my mom did happen to catch me in the act of self-bondage *blushes massively* I was 15 or 16 – I don’t remember which, but I was still using shoelaces to bind myself – and was home for some school holiday or another. I hadn’t stripped down completely naked this time: I was in my bra and panties, and tied and tape-gagged myself on top of my bed with my door closed. I had figured my mom would be gone for the better part of the day, as she usually was when she went out running errands and shopping. Sometimes she’d come back for a few minutes, say to drop off a carton of milk rather than carry it around in the car, but she wasn’t due for a grocery run, so I figured I was safe.

After about 20 minutes of enjoying my bondage, my reverie was snapped with a noise. I couldn’t tell what it was, but figured it must just have been an animal or the mailman or something, so went back to my carefree struggling. Suddenly, I heard my mom’s voice calling my name! Oh no! I squirmed and struggled as best I could to get free before she decided to check in my room, but no such luck! I couldn’t untie myself in time, and she burst into my room to find her scantily-clad teenage daughter bound and gagged on her bed *blushes* Obviously, she was shocked (so was I!), and immediately pulled my gag off and wanted to know what happened. I didn’t think I could lie about it being a burglar (nothing would have been missing), so I shamefully confessed that I had done it to myself because I was intrigued by the damsels-in-distress on movies and TV and wanted to see what it was like (obviously omitting the part about finding it intensely sexually arousing…). In retrospect, knowing what I know now about bondage, I’m sure she could read between the lines, but seemed to take my story at face value at the time. She warned me not to do it again, and I lied that I wouldn’t *blushes* Oh, if only she knew…..

So I guess that just about wraps up this feature! I may have more on it later, but that’s all I can think of for now Soooo…. see you later for another topic!

*gag kisses*

Anyway, just wanted all you guys to know, I’m going to start filming her struggling here in a little bit, just for our own little “private use” Hahaha, I just told her what I’m doing, and now she’s giggling happily and sexily like the ladies do in all the bondage films when they start having fun. Oh, and mugging for attention. Hold on just a moment… (Yeah, sweetcakes, this vibrator is going up your pussy…. here…) Okay, back, haha. She got so happy when I said that, then turned beet red when I put it inside her she was blushing so hard, and her eyes went totally wide Plus, the squeal she gave. Wow! (Now struggle, slave!) There you go, you little minx. God I love watching her struggle

Now that the camera’s up and running, I’m going to go tend to some other stuff. (But you be a good little slavegirl for all your readers) Hahaha, her eyes just went wide again, this time in horror, and she shook her head quickly, squealing and mumbling in her gag. Hahaha, I LOVE hearing her gagged sounds! (Sorry, little slut, but I got stuff to go do…)

I’m sure she’ll get back to you when (if?) I finally untie her.

Whatever happened to gloves as women’s fashion? Call me old-fashioned (no pun specifically intended, but noticed it after I typed it, and left in ), but it makes me sad that they aren’t even distantly considered a legitimate accessory anymore except in cold weather and formal situations. And even then, we’re obviously talking about wildly different types of things: the fur-lined, short leather gloves one wears to keep warm in winter are very practical, and obviously decidedly different from the moderately impractical elbow- or shoulder-length, thin fabric gloves one would wear to a formal event – say, a prom or ball – solely for the sake of fashion.

As a staunch proponent of such vintage ladies’ fashion (and fetish fashion, but I don’t advertise that as publicly ) as authentic, seamed nylon stockings; sturdy, functional garter belts with more than 4 straps; and pretty knee-length dresses (in such awesomely vintage patterns as bi-color polka dots!), I say we need to bring back the gloves! Wrist-length! Forearm-length! Elbow-length! Opera-length! Satin! Velvet! Cotton! Lace! Formal! Everyday! Gloves should be able to be accepted and pretty feminine accessories, no matter the occasion or outfit.

Every time you watch a classic movie (particularly noir and detective movies), you’ll invariably see a lady come into an office or home from outside, and take off a pair of gloves (usually ones that reached about halfway up the forearm). These were a common part of everyday dress for women in this era, and it would be sooooo awesome if we could get it so that it’d be socially acceptable to do it nowadays – even if it weren’t incredibly common. And wrist-length gloves are soooooo adorable! You’ll occasionally see girls wear them (typically made of lace, a sheer cotton/poly, or fishnet) to formal events in warmer weather, like with a sundress and adorable little hat, and I think it’d be sooooo great to be able to do this myself on sunny spring and summer days

Now, I’m willing to admit that opera-length gloves would be best left to “dressier” occasions, but maybe we could ratchet down the level involved? I mean, the way things are now, black-tie functions (proms, weddings, balls, fancy-dress galas in general) are about the only times women can wear opera gloves as a normal accessory to/part of her outfit – I’m obviously not counting Halloween or costume parties in general. We should start by making them acceptable in lesser situations, like as a general part of “semi-formal” wear. Say, what you’d wear to church, or to a nice restaurant.

I’m well-aware that the days of men and women dressing in suits, hats, and gloves whenever they left the home are long past, but I don’t think it should be considered “weird” for a woman to want to wear gloves out as part of her outfit for fashion purposes. Come on, ladies, we can’t and shouldn’t let others tell us how we’re supposed to dress!

Dressed in my sexy little French maid costume, with white fully-fashioned stockings (welts and garter straps mostly visible under the incredibly tiny skirt ;D ); sky-high black heels; black opera length satin gloves; and little white lace “wristlets,” choker, and headpiece, I set about feather-dusting a dresser in the bedroom (with the other arm extended in a dainty, feminine, “palm-flat, fingers-out” position kinda like this ;D ), and felt very naughty and feminine and coquettish As I was “dusting,” the “‘Master’ of the house” burst in, “surprising” me ;D His character gave me some (awesome convincing, actually!) story about “just being in the area,” and getting home from work early because he “just had to see [me]!” I stammered something in my best little faux-French “Fifi” accent about not knowing “quelle zees ees all about,” feeling super-sexy, and he came closer and grabbed me passionately

Actually, for most couples, this would be pretty hot in-itself – which it was: I started soaking through my panties But after he kissed me, and I pretend-resisted, but only to a point (as any French girl would ). I “accepted” that he’d overpowered me, and submitted as he progressively roped me up, babbling in my limited, incomprehensible French (I was going for a “No, please don’t….this isn’t right….”) and waggling my stockinged legs until he first roped them, then gagged me with a ballgag from his pocket Lying on “his” bed, roped and gagged, I squirmed and moaned “fearfully,” enticing him further. Once I was fully secured, he replaced the initial gag with a more effective one (with a chinstrap) over cloth wadding, then redid his initial rope-work, adding a crotchrope (which pressed my sheer black panties inside me) Now it was time for him to take advantage of me

Rolling me onto my back, he pulled a massive vibrator (my Hitachi…. *blushes*) out from our toy-chest, and thrust it against my moist (my sheer panties had already long soaked-through!) vagina, and I bucked and moaned in response. He talked dirty to me about how he knew I liked it (he was right ), which only got me hotter as I struggled against his ropes. Screaming into my gag as I came, he gave me a brief rest, then removed my ballgag so I could service him orally I was only too happy to kneel before him and take him in my mouth! I licked and sucked him to a pretty good orgasm, if I do say so myself, and took every drop (I know he loves that *bats eyelashes*). He rewarded me by replacing my gag and re-roping me to the bed for sex!

He took me for such a wild ride, I thought my garters were going to snap (*giggles at the cheeky image*) I squirmed and squirmed and struggled and moaned, but came powerfully in my sexy little outfit as I couldn’t escape from his ropes *quivers in arousal recalling it* *blushes* After he came, he undid all my ropes, but left me gagged as we cuddled, which I actually really enjoyed

And that’s about it! I hope you all enjoyed this second installment Don’t know what the 3rd will be yet, but I know it’ll be something sexy ;D

*coquettish gag kisses!*

After our concert – jazz, of course, because it’s the most sensual music there is – we had a sexy, romantic dinner at one of our favorite “nice” restaurants and came home horny and ready to play Master slowly stripped me of my evening gown, leaving my jewelry, stockings, garter belt, and heels He progressively bound my wrists (after carefully removing my bracelets), ankles (still in heels), knees, and chest, then gagged me sensually with a “plain” ballgag Squirming made my earrings and necklace jingle softly, and I was still wearing my makeup, and I felt sooooo damned gorgeous and feminine! I was like a bound princess! *blushes*

After removing his own clothes, he came back (he left me for a while to do so) and started playing with me He cupped and kneaded my breasts in his hands as he kissed my neck and sucked on my nipples and teased my clit and generally worked me up into an epic state of hot-and-botheredness I came for him a lot more quickly than I ordinarily should have, which he took with pride I was briefly ungagged and set on my knees so I could please him orally – which I was only too glad to do I swallowed it all, and he rewarded me by gagging me again (this time with a cleave gag) and going to bed right then and there! I was actually intensely aroused by the prospect of spending the night bound and gagged like this, so I purred happily into my gag as I snuggled my helpless bound body up next to him, and despite my aroused state, promptly fell asleep with his arm on me

It was a tad difficult finding a comfortable spot bound as I was, but it was a fairly minor complaint. Certainly not enough to ruin the evening! I woke up the next morning a bit stiff, but he got me up a bit earlier than I normally do (to take care of everything from the night before), untied me promptly, and I set about my morning routine, everything aglow I had a great rest of that day, let me tell you!

*gag kisses!*

*gag kisses!*