Thumbs | garage rope bondage story

"Hmm…" mused Bonnie. "I wonder what it feels like?"

John stirred, and shifted his weight. The couple sat on the soft leather couch. He had his feet up on the coffee table; she sat on her feet as women are inclined to do, with her head on his shoulder.

"You wonder what 'what' feels like?" he murmured. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and he was barely awake. The combination of the heat from the cozy fire and the movie that she had chosen to watch left him somnambulant.

"Hanging by her thumbs," she answered. "The pirates are going to hang the English girl by her thumbs unless she tells them where the strongbox full of gold is hidden." She flexed her thumbs and looked at him. "I just wondered what it feels like, that's all."

"Well, I certainly don't know," he replied, "but I'm sure it doesn't feel great… it's supposed to be torture, you know."

"Uh huh…."

They continued to watch the movie. As events unfolded, the heroine's thumbs were bound, and she was hauled into the air by a rope over a yardarm of the pirate ship. Of course her dress was torn so that her bosom heaved as she gasped in pain, and her long shapely legs fluttered beneath her skirt and petticoats. The afternoon passed, and darkness fell, and still our heroine stubbornly resisted. Finally, late that night, the pirate leader had her lowered to the desk. The girl moaned with relief. Despite himself, the pirate was impressed with the girl's spunk and fortitude. "You are a tough little lass," he complimented her. "Are you sure that you don't have some pirate blood in those veins, along with the blue blood of your rich family?"

"See?" Bonnie said, "It can't be that bad…. she hung for hours!"

"Honey," responded John. "It's a movie for cryin' out loud." He stood to go to the kitchen for a drink. "You've seen girls tied up in other movies. A couple of loose ropes, and a wisp of cloth across the face and they are helpless and completely silent."

When he returned for the kitchen Bonnie had an intense look on her face. "I want to try it," she said.

"Try what?" he answered, taking a long drink as he sat down beside her.

"John…you know… I want to hang by my thumbs…. to see what it feels like."

"Bonnie, don't be silly!"

She stood, fists clenched at her side. "John, I want to!" Suddenly she was angry at being patronized. "I'm not a little girl, and this interests me." Then she smiled. "Besides, it's a boring Sunday afternoon. What else do you have to do?"

John sighed. He would get no peace until he relented, and helped her. "OK, babe….. What do you have in mind?"

"Well," she answered, "I need a secret." She mused for a moment. "I will write a question on an envelope, write the answer on a piece of paper, and seal it. You will try to get me to answer the question, ok?"

John nodded slowly. "…I will hang you by your thumbs, and let you hang until you spill the beans on your secret, is that it?"

"Yeah, I want to hang as long as the heroine did. I know I can do it!" She smiled at her husband. "Get the rope."

Bonnie quickly kicked off her shoes, and peeled her jeans down her legs. Her T-shift came next, leaving her in bra and panties. She didn't know why, but it seemed somehow right that she be in her underwear for this adventure.

John was in the garage preparing the rope when Bonnie entered. Her nipples were still points against the lacy bra, and John wondered if it was due to the chill of the garage, or perhaps excitement over being his captive. "Give me your hands."

Bonnie tentatively extended her hands to him in a prayer position, thumbs together. He made 3 loops of the cord around her thumbs. "That's too loose John," she complained. "It will slip."

"Hold on," he answered. Quickly he threaded two turns of the across the outer loops, and pulled the cinch tight. Her thumbs were tightly bound, but unlike a slip know, would not become tighter under the pressure of her weight as she hung. He tossed the other end of the rope over a joist, and pulled out the slack until his beautiful wife's arms were pulled above her. He pulled a little more, and with a gasp she was drawn up on her toes. "Last chance…."

"No…never will I tell you my secret." She tossed her long hair theatrically. "Do with me as you will, you cad!"

"As you wish, Madam!" John answered. With a grunt he tugged on the rope until Bonnie swung a foot off the floor.

"Unnnnghhhh!" she gasped. The cords bit into her flesh, and almost immediately the joints of her thumbs and elbows began to stretch painfully. Her head fell onto her chest between her tightly stretched, raised arms.

John looked at his wife's beautiful body. She was slim to begin with, and now each rib showed as she swung slightly. Her tummy was taut, and her breasts stretched almost flat against her chest; tight mounds with hard, pink nipples at their peaks.

"Oh my," she gasped, "Nnnnnnghh… ohhhhh…"

"Now, my pretty," he asked, reading from the envelope, "where are….." He stopped for a moment, confused. "Where are my golf clubs?!!" He walked over to his car, and popped open the trunk. They were gone!

"I'll never tell…"

"Ok, then hang…until you are ready to tell me where they are!"

She tossed her head. "Never!"

John opened a folding lawn chair, and sat down in front of his captive wife to watch the show. For the first few minutes, she jerked and twisted against the discomfort, but quickly realized that the pain was lessened if she hung quietly. He thumbs began to swell, and quickly turned purple. The pain in her shoulders nagged constantly, and she found it difficult to breathe. She gasped, unable to take a deep breath due to her tightly stretched diaphragm.

Fifteen minutes later she had enough. "Oh Sir! I will tell you… what you seek is in the tool shed!" She looked at him, eyes pleading. "Please let me down!"

"Slowly her husband got to his feet. "Let me check and be sure." With that, he turned, and walked out the back door of the garage.

His wife's pleases ringing in his ears. "Please… oh please let me down…. Please…. I beg you!"

In five minutes he was back. "Ok…they are where you said." He walked to where the rope was knotted. "Are you sure you want to be released?" he chided. "The heroine held out for 5 hours, and you didn't last a half hour."

"Oh yes….. it's awful," she gasped. "Please…"

"Sure, Honey," he said, releasing the knot. "I thought it was a dumb idea to begin with." Bonnie groaned when her toes touched the ground, and she collapsed against his chest. The flesh of her thumbs was a bloodless white under the biting cords, contrasting against the dark purple flesh above the tight cinch.

"Oooooooo…" she gasped softly as he peeling the cord from her abused flesh. "Aaahhhhhhhhh….. MMMMMMMM……. OOOHHHHH!!" Bonnie groaned as her thumbs tingled as blood flow returned. She flexed her thumbs painfully. "Ooooooo….."

"You ok Baby?" he asked.

"Yes, thank you," she exclaimed, giving him a hug and kissing him passionately. "Thank you for helping me do that… but… it was dreadful!"

Tenderly he put his arm around his wife's shoulder, and led her back into the house. She used the bathroom, dressed, and they spent the rest of the evening watching TV. Given her experience that afternoon, he even fixed dinner!

Chapter II

The next few days passed, each of them at work, and involved in their daily routines. In the evenings they had dinner, took walks, watched TV and made love several times. John couldn't put his finger on it, but Bonnie seemed quiet and self absorbed.

On Friday they sat at the kitchen bar, having a glass of wine. "John," she began, "I am really disappointed with myself."

"About what, Honey?" he answered, concern in his voice.

"About last Sunday…. about being a sissy and wimping out so quickly."

"Oh, Bonnie," he responded, "don't be silly. It was just a dumb movie, and I certainly don't care that you didn't hang by your thumbs for hours."

"But I care!" She took a deep chug of wine. "I wanted to find out what it was like, and I didn't have the willpower to suffer… and what really disappoints me, I don't think I'm strong enough to do it."

"It doesn't matter," he said.

"It does matter!" she replied. "I wanted to do it. I still want to do it… tomorrow, in fact."

"Oh Bonnie…" he sighed.

"No, really… I want to… but we have to change a few things," she said.

"What do you mean?" he answered.

"We have to change to "secret question" thing," she replied. "I can't be in control… I'm not strong enough, and I know that I'll give you the answer to be released, just like I did last Sunday." She looked at him seriously. "I want to stay up there, no matter what I do." Her eyes burned with intensity. "Understand?"

"I think so," he answered.

"Good!" she said. "Let's have dinner."

The next afternoon they gathered again in the garage. "Do you know what to do?" she asked.

"Yeah," he answered. "Hang you like last week, then roll a die, and that will be the number of hours…from 1 to 6"

"Right!" she exclaimed. "And not let me down, no matter what I say, how much I beg, or cry, or….."

"That won't work." He said quietly.

"What do you mean, it won't work?" she asked.

"I love you too much," he answered. "I can't listen to your begging, and see the hurt look in your eyes, or watch you cry."

"And so…" she questioned.

"I am going to blindfold you, and gag you," he answered. "Those are my conditions if you want to go through with this."

An image flashed through Bonnie's mind of a bound and gagged maiden… naked, sweating, helpless……. She began to unbutton her blouse. "OK, let's get started!"

This time, she didn't stop at bra and panties. In short order she stood naked, shivering slightly. Quickly he bound her thumbs, and drew her hands over her head. Temporarily he tied off the rope. "Ready for your gag?" he asked. Bonnie nodded. "Since I don't want you to be able to speak an intelligible word, I am going to stuff your mouth," he explained. "A girl could give the Gettysburg Address with a little scarf tied between your teeth like you see in the movies." He picked up a large silk square he had taken from her dresser, and wadded it into a ball.

"Open," he commanded.

Bonnie complied, and quickly John prodded the scarf deep into her mouth. The scarf filled her cheeks, and came to rest almost at the back of her throat. She coughed softly as the dry cloth tickled the sensitive, moist flesh. Next he took another scarf, which he placed between her teeth, and tightened and knotted at the back of her neck. Bonnie whimpered as the wadding was pushed even more deeply into her throat. Another scarf was folded into a 4-inch wide band, and tied over her mouth, from just under her nose, down to her chin.

"There!" he said. "Try to say something."

Bonnie responded with muffled, garbled sounds that held no meaning.

"Good," he responded. "Now let's check the volume control!"

Quickly he reached out, and gave her left nipple a hard pinch.

"Mmmphh!" she exclaimed. It was about as loud as normal conversation.

"Good. If you start yelling, I don't want the neighbors to hear."

"Now the dice…. I wanted you to see it before I blindfolded you." He shook the dice in his hand, then dropped it on the floor in front of her. She looked down, and her eyes grew wide.

"Five," he triumphantly said.

Bonnie shook her head, her beautiful eyes begging him for mercy, her pleas muffled by the gag. Quickly he folded a scarf into a thick band, and placed it over her frantic eyes.

John stepped back, and ran his hand along Bonnie's tightly stretched ribcage, and over the flair of her hips. She whimpered softly through the gag, her jaw flexing to accommodate the tight, muffling silk. He could hear air rush through her nostrils as she gasped for breath. He gently tweaked a hard, pink nipple, then bent over to give the tender bud a long, wet, sucking kiss. "Have fun," he said, turning, and quickly leaving the garage. She was alone.

John returned in 30 minutes, but to Bonnie it seemed like days. She whimpered and whined through her gag, but John obeyed her earlier directive, and did not respond to her pitiful entreaty.

He came and went several more times. Bonnie could not know that each coming and going came like clockwork at 30 minutes. She did not know how long she had hung, or how long she had to go. All she knew was that her thumbs had become numb, but there was a throbbing ache in each shoulder. Her gag had become a soggy mess in her mouth, and saliva had soaked the outer silk bands, and dribbled off the end her chin onto her chest. Her nipples were erect, and oh so sensitive. The cool air currents in the garage made the pink buds tingle deliciously.

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Once again she heard the door open, and John reentered her world of pain and boredom. "How ya' doin, babe?" he asked.

She lifted her head off her chest and answered with a soft, "Mmmmmm."

"Honey, I have to tell you… hanging there helpless, blind and gagged… you are the sexiest thing I have ever seen."

She tossed her hair, and looked to the sound of his voice with blindfolded eyes.

"I have tried not to let myself get caught up in the female in bondage thing," he continued. "...But…. I can't help it, I have a boner like a tree limb just from looking at you."

Bonnie was surprised, but not unhappy with this bit of news. There was something about being a helpless woman…

John ran his hand down her sweat slick body, and gingerly reached between her thighs. "Hmmmm," he murmured, surprised when his finger came out slippery with a pungent wetness. 'Well now…"

Quickly he unbuckled his pants and stripped below the waist. He reached around her helplessly suspended body, and cupped the cheeks of her ass in each hand. Bonnie cooperated happily by wrapping her legs around his waist, and he easily slipped his erect penis into the hot wetness between her legs. He was, alas, too excited, and she whimpered with despair as she felt him spurt inside her. "Stay there," he gasped, "give me a minute." Bonnie continued to hang, with her legs wrapped around her husband. She felt him soften and begin to slip from inside her. She groaned with frustration, but then she felt his organ begin to stiffen and throb. "Ah!" he groaned. "Now you're in for it…. wench!" He drew her close with his hands and thrust deeply into the center of her being.

She responded, ragged breath whistling through her nose and soft, muffled moans escaping the soggy gag. This time she came first, and he continued to thrust until she came a second time. Finally she crested for a third orgasm just as he shot his load inside her a second time. He stood still, continuing to hold her ass checks, and she kept her legs wrapped around his torso until both of their breathings had quieted.

"That was super, Baby!" he exclaimed, and kissed her neck below the tight silk gag.

"Mmmmmmm," she agreed.

Finally their sweaty bodies disentangled, and Bonnie swung freely before coming to rest. She took a deep breath, and heard a long muffled sigh of post orgasmic bliss.

"I have a little present for you, Bonnie."

She felt him grasp for her feet, and whimpered an inquisitive "Mmmmphhh?" as he looped and cinched her big toes together. He tied one of his 5 pound dumbbells to the rope on her toes, then gently allowed the weight to hang free.

"MMMMRRRUUUMMMPPP!" she screamed as the cord bit into her soft toe flesh as her feet were drown into a ballet point.

"Something from me to you," she said quietly. "Enjoy!"

He started to leave the garage, then turned toward her. "An hour to go…. I'll see you then."

Chapter III

Oh, what a lonely hour! Bonnie hung limply. The sex was great, but she was tired, she was stiff and sore all over, her jaw ached from the tight gag, and the weight hanging from her tied toes was an unexpected burden to bear. John's semen had mingled with her own, and oozed out of her snatch. It had dripped slowly down her thighs before drying into crusty white patterns that itched her skin.

Finally she heard the door open, and a happy groan escaped her gagged mouth. "Time is up," he said. "Five hours… incredible."

Quickly he untied the weight, and freed her toes. Bonnie giggled behind her gag, and wiggled her toes happily. He lowered her to the ground, and gently helped her to lower her arms. After 5 hours, her shoulders were so stiff and sore that it took several minutes until her bound hands could be lowered to waist level. She held her hands in front of her while her freed her captive thumbs. They were totally numb, and it was minutes before they would even wiggle. Bonnie winced as the blindfold was removed, blinking from the sudden light and the sting of her salty sweat. John untied the outermost silk scarf, and let it drop to the ground. Her face was slippery with saliva, and her lips were stretched into a grimace from the pressure of the gag. He quickly untied the knot, and pulled the wet scarf from between her teeth. The corners of her mouth were raw from the pressure of the gag, and drool gushed over her full lower lip. Gingerly her stuck his index finger and thumb into her wide open mouth, and drew out the sopping wet wadding. She retched slightly as the cloth stuck to the back of her throat, then groaned with pleasure at the huge wad was pulled from her mouth. John dropped in on the floor of the garage with a wet plop.

"Ohhhhh…" she groaned, reaching to hug her husband. "Oh my…" He drew her close, and enveloped her small, naked body in his arms. She turned her face toward his, and he kissed her deeply, sucking her tongue into his mouth and licking the accumulated drool from her lips and chin.

He had run her a hot bath, and quickly he picked up his beloved Bonnie, and carried her to the bathroom. She slipped out of his arms, and groaned happily as the hot water immersed her sore, tired body. "Take as long as you like," he said softly. He handed her a glass of iced tea, and she drained it thirstily. "Call if you want anything," he offered. He stood, watching for a moment, trying to gauge her emotions. With one last smile he left the room.

John fixed something to eat while she languished in the hot water. Finally she emerged, barefooted, wearing one of his terrycloth bathrobes. It was way to big on her, and she looked cute as a button. Bonnie didn't volunteer anything about her experience, and he had decided not to pry. She would talk about it if, and when she felt like it. She cuddled against him as they watched TV that evening. Despite her sore muscles and stiff joints, they made love again that evening. It was good…. but not as good………

John was awakened by the light streaming through the window. He stretched contentedly, and then turned to Bonnie. She was not there. Puzzled, he sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

Her pillow bore the indention where her head had lay, and there was a note on the pillow…