Little Tie-up Games – part 1

So first I’ll start with a little background on this story. I’m 35 6’2″ and keep in fairly good shape. I work out alot and would say that with blonde short hair and green eyes I am a decent catch. I’ve always been hetrosexual. This is a true story that involves a former friend of mine for years named Andrew and his wife Amy. I’m now their slave, but that’s geting ahead of myself. Andrew is in medicore shape, at about 5’11” and 210 lbs. His wife Amy would be a pretty girl, if she lost a few pounds. She’s about 5’9″ and I would estimate weighs in at about 20 lbs. more than her husband. Amy has black straight hair and a fair completion. What she looses in body shape she makes up for in a huge chest. It’s one of those chests that only a chubby lady can have. Andrew is her opposite in a fairly dark skin tone, sandy brown curls and blue eyes compared to his wife’s brown ones. They both are about 7 years my younger.

It started fairly simple, when we all were sitting around with other friends drinking and hanging out. Everyone was talking different things and the conversation got onto what kind of things that could make you horny without actually having sex or sexual contact. One of the other gals there, of course, said that the right romancing could get her in the mood. Needless to say, no one was shocked. I had drank a bit and found myself wanting to admit one for myself. I’ve always wanted to be tied up. Not to have sex as much as the submission of being controlled. I can bench press 350, I have a supervisory position at work, and am always ‘in control’. It’s not so much an abuse thing of wanting pain or torture as to just be used and controlled. So I explained to the group that exact feeling of wanting to fork over control. It was joked about in a friendly way, much like Ms. Romantic’s comment and I didn’t anything of it.