Deviation Actions
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ELLEN’S STORY: At first, Gloria lay quite still, bound in a hogtie on the couch. I guess she was doing the mental calculations of how to escape her bonds.
I was interested to see how she would proceed for two reasons. First, I wanted to see how good my “tying up” skills were, and second, to see how well Gloria’s bondage experience would pan out. After all, she was a former bondage model, and she and her late husband had been playing rope games for years. Comparatively, I was just a novice.
Gloria started by pulling her bound ankles closer to her hands with the hogtie rope. Then her fingers began to pick at the knot that held the hogtie rope to her ankles. Sixty seconds later, she had the knot untied.
(Note to myself: Work on tying better knots)
Then she did something that astounded me. After rolling over on her back, she brought her knees up to her chest, and managed to pull her legs through her bound arms in one gracefully gesture. Now her bound wrists were in front of her.
I guess all that exercising and yoga really paid off for Gloria!
It was only a matter of moments before she had the gag out of her mouth and pushed back the scarf blindfold. She smiled at me triumphantly and quickly went to work on her wrist knots with her teeth.
(Note to myself: Tie the knots tighter!)
In less then five minutes she had escaped my carefully crafted hogtie. My estimate of my bondage skills plummeted to about zero at that point.
“Don’t feel so bad, hon,” Gloria said with a laugh, “A hogtie is easy to escape if you know what you’re doing!”
“Clearly, you know what you’re doing,” I replied, “Well.., I guess it’s your turn to tie me up now.”
We hadn't discussed anything about me being tied, but I thought it only fair. Actually, the thought sort of excited me.
“Only if you feel up to it, hon.”
“No, this has been a learning experience for me. What else can you teach me?”
“Let me think for a minute...”
She paused, smiled at me, and then rose from the couch and went into the bedroom. When she returned, she was carrying a small wooden chair.
“Sit down on this chair, with the back of the chair in front of you.”
I stood up, kicked off my heels, and did as she asked. Gloria gathered up the ropes from the floor and came up behind me.
“Put your hands behind your back,” she said.
Again I complied, and could feel her quickly tying my wrists together. The rope she used was very long, and when she was finished there was about ten feet of rope still trailing from my wrists.
Then she went to my ankles, and tied each one to the legs of the chair. This forced me to lean forward with my chest braced against the chair back.
Gloria picked up the loose ends of my wrist ropes. First she looped the rope over my shoulders and behind my neck. Pulling that rope tighter raised my bound wrists higher up my back. Then she began tying my chest to the back of the chair. Before I knew it, I was firmly secured to the chair.
I looked at my bonds, wiggled a bit to test them (she had done a good job, I couldn’t get any leverage at all), and then rather sheepishly looked up a Gloria.
“Wow!” was all I could say. Then I noticed the blindfold scarf in her hand.
“You did say you like blindfolds, didn’t you, hon?” Gloria said as she covered my eyes, “I think we’ll skip the gag this time.”
The blindfold produced the usual effect on me. I was going to that place in my head where my bondage fantasies reside. I was being masterfully tied up by a dominant lady. I couldn’t get loose from my ropes. What would happen to me next?
“Ellen.., are you still with me?” Gloria said, bringing me back to reality.
“Sorry, I was drifting off for a moment.”
“Well, what do you think about my rope work?”
“I think.., I think I still have a lot to learn!”
“Don’t worry hon, “Gloria said, “I’m here for you!”
(Next time a new story: The Portfolio)
(This complete story and previous “Bondage Mother-in-Law” stories can be seen here: driver651.deviantart.com/galle… )
