"All Tied Up", (c) Copyright summersub, 2003
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While sitting on the rocks, above the azure blue Pacific cove, he tied my hands with the long leather and chain strap from my purse.

From my very first introduction to bondage, I became hooked. In full view of others, we sat on a sunny,  warm Southern California beach, enjoying the setting.  My heart raced in my newly discovered excitement of being restrained and helpless. It seemed both natural
and bizarrely strange at the same time. And this was only the beginning. 

Casually, we talked; we laughed and behaved in the most "normal" manner. No one seemed to take any notice He held and assisted me with a cigarette but when offered a drink of water, I drank from his mouth that he filled from a bottle held in his hand. The intimacy shocked and amazed me in this simple and erotic gesture. 

The combination of warmth on my back and shoulders, mixed with the salty sea air, exaggerated my flight in mind and gave way to a new awareness of tingles between my suntanned thighs. An edge not ventured to before this day, my mind raced along with the new wetness now flowing freely. 

The word "fetish," never entered my mind. We gave it the name of "play," as in work hard, and play hard. My mind opened to a world expanded with a newly tagged meaning. 

I had no clue of the adventures now awaiting me, a whole new world of chords ropes, belts, bungie cord and silken scarves. Bindings of different textures, taste, and type. The possibilities became limitless. 

In the seasons to follow summer, fall and winter came too quickly. The "traditional" holiday season kicked off with an intimate Thanksgiving dinner that I spent weeks planning and, all night preparing for. After months of exploring and adventuring deeper within the  realm of BDSM, my Dom's first visit to my own apartment came upon this event. 

After the spiral baked ham, mashed potatoes and gravy was served, and before the pumpkin pie, I was asked to retrieve all of my belts from my overflowing walk in closet. Skillfully, while I sat at his feet in my formal presentation position, he bound my arms to my
sides with a combination of red and black leather, metal and fabric belts to both bind and decorate me. 

I felt link a queen. Or a beauty contestant, in full, dress regalia, sashes and all. Except that I was completely naked and bound by my own fashion. 

Then, late in December, a week before Christmas, the movers came. 

The packers had been there the day before. All of HIS things, now packed away neatly in tall transporting box's. And me, silently, in my head, was holding everyone and everything accountable for my guides fleeing. Except for him. 

While Charlie and Harold, debated on how to best place the material things in his life and, still make two more pick ups, we quietly hung out in the kitchen. He, anxious and eager to go to his new, awaiting life, and I. I, who was doing everything possible to hold my heart together before crumbling into little pieces. I give myself an 8 on a scale of 1 to 10. 

"Hey, look what I found," he said. I looked down to a roll of packaging tape. "Oh, packing tape, how strange." "Not that PACKERS haven't been here in the last twenty-four hours." "Know what you can do with packing tape, little one?" He slyly whispered. My eyes lit up at the same time the light bulb went off in my blonde, sub, spaced head. "Come here," he mouthed as he beckoned me with the finger gesture of, "follow me." In two giant steps, I was right behind him. My body, begging to be paid attention to in a new and fun way. "You know, packaging tape can be real handy if you think about all the things you can do with it." He winked. "Take off your shirt" he ordered and I complied quickly before he could change his mind. "Put your bare arms up above your head, now." He said. I did. And he began binding my breast. Over and over again with the tape until I looked more like a boy. I'm not, by any means; large busted to begin with. The boys who always said, "More than a mouthful, is a wasteful." They never complained. I digress. The taping was...breathtaking. I couldn't tell you if my labored breathing was from my "packaging" or from shear passion and fixation on the restricted position I was quickly approaching. "Hands behind your back," he said while I heard Charlie and Harold, beginning to make their way back up the stairs to the apartment. His mouth and eyes both smiled at me. Nothing else mattered. Intensely, while he wrapped my hands together behind my back, I squeezed my legs together and did my best to rub my clit with the denim in my jeans. I was getting hotter and hotter the more deeply he looked me in the eye and, the closer the movers got to walking in the door. 

As the front door just began to open, he gently pushed me backwards, straight into the bathroom with only his back showing to the boys. "Be right out,” he said while looking over his shoulder to them. "Take your time, we ain't going anywhere soon," yelled back Charlie. 


I could not wait any longer. The intensity of the orgasm I was quickly coming to was, impossible to contain let alone, be quiet about. "Turn around and bend over," he whispered into my ear. He un-buttoned my jeans and pulled them to my ankles. "Oh God," I thought. "Don't let me come before I'm told to." In one incredible, massive and smooth thrust, he entered me fully. I know I gasped as, he placed one hand over my open mouth and silenced all sound. And he didn't move. He held me firmly speared and in the absence of motion, my pussy grasped him tighter and wetter yet. Outside of leaning completely into him, I didn't move a muscle. His large, hard cock throbbed within me. In "sex Morse code," it completely controlled my ecstasy as well as my orgasm itself. It was the most pleasure I have ever received in sex or loving making. 

And a most interesting new lesson. And when I couldn't go on a moment longer with the intense, urgent desire to cum, he only said: "Cum now." I screamed into his hand, while the boys stacked box's on dollies just outside the bathroom door. 

"You boys okay out there?" he called through the door. I pumped his cock hard now and I exploded all around him. "Yep, we're fine but when you have a minutes." As quickly as I had flown to soaring heights, I was dramatically yanked back down as; I was upright and left alone in the bathroom. He left me in the bathroom to help the "damn movers" who were taking HIM away from me. And I'm naked, no towels. The were all packed. My hands taped behind my back. My chest resembled bad wrapping of a mummy. My jeans at my ankles where of no help whatsoever. "Heck, I'm not moving. I've no where better to go." So... I sat on the toilet and did something I've gotten very good at. I waited. 

Within a few moments he returned. And as the gentlemen he is, he brought me my blouse. "Thanks. I was all tied up and had no where to go." I giggled. As he placed his arms around me, he removed the tape from my hands and stopped there, leaving my chest, taped tightly. He helped me on with my cloths and with confidence and big, 'ole smiles, we strode out of the bathroom to see how much the packers had already taken. 

The room was nearly empty and the moment of departure grew near. He told me lovely thoughts and memories he had of me, he gave me permission to come visit in the month to follow. Thirty-six days to be more precise. He gave me a beautiful silver chain to where upon my neck in place of my collar that I only wear with him. And in moments, I tried to thank him for all the lessons that I had learned, for all the fun and joy he had given me and how very much I loved him. 

He drove east as I forced a smile. 

Three days later, I moved in to HIS old apartment bringing my fetish for binding and bonding and ties. 

Ties. The kinds of ties that can't be bought at the local five and dime, or the adult toy store or even from UHAUL with the packing tape. These are the ties that bind hearts, souls and genuine humans together. The ties that can't be broken and last forever.