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I heard a crash down in the basement, and ran to see what it was. #Bondage

“Are you all right?” My sister had a friend over, and Daphne was on the floor in her underwear.

“Yeah,” she sat up, and pulled her tights up. “Can you hand me my top?” My sister grabbed the shot glasses to distract me, while she put it back on.

“We’re just playing drunk, but it’s just tea.” She held them up to smell, and I even drank one. They must have brewed it extra strong to look like whiskey, but Daphne stood up. Buttoning her top over her bra, she lifted the leaf on the side table, and bent over.

Her tights were really tight, so I could see her panty lines. “I think I broke your table.”

“Don’t tell dad!”

“Okay,” I went back upstairs before I got any more uncomfortable in my pants, but it wasn’t the first time I beat off thinking about Daphne.

She’s not shy, let’s say that. From what I saw, it was pretty easy to fill in the blanks. “Playing drunk,” she got up to dance on the table, and take off her clothes, like some women do when they get drunk.

I’d never seen her in her underwear before, so it didn’t take long to let off the pressure, and wash my hands. I flushed the toilet just to make it sound like I was in the bathroom to use it, but then my sister came up, and asked me if I think they could fix it? “Before Thanksgiving?”

That’s pretty much the only time we rolled it out, and set it up. It had 2 wings that folded up on the sides, and a little door that rolled up on the end. To keep the folding chairs in, but when I got back down. (The sexual tension taken care of) she showed me where the board broke.

Underneath, there were these boards that swung out to hold up the leaves. They were only 1×2″s, so it should have been obvious that they wouldn’t hold up, well. I probably shouldn’t ask Daphne how much she weighs, and I was a little embarrassed to even look at her, but she’s about the same size as my sister so, maybe 100lbs?

So, finally mom, and dad came home, Daphne had to go move her car, so she just drove off while they pulled in to the driveway. We hid the broken chair in the cubby, and I pulled the board out, so we could just roll it back against the wall. Then, there was a little project to fix it, before dad found out.

It was his mom’s, so technically an Antique, mom liked antiques, but honestly it wasn’t worth that much, and dad didn’t care about it. So, we were worried for nothing, but then my sister started getting ideas. She thought maybe I could stick folding legs under the broken half, like a card table we had. So, we got wood, and hinges, Daphne payed for the materials, and came over to see our work.

This time, she was wearing a reasonably modest dress. I couldn’t see her underwear, and her boobs aren’t that big. I also pre-emptively spanked the monkey before she showed up, and pulled these pads she made out of the back. A hatch-back, it turns out, the girls had ideas that they didn’t share with me.

“Check this out.” She pulled the chairs out first, and then stacked the 3 pads she’d sewn in. “A perfect fit.”

“Yeah, I gave you the measurements, so what did you think? I didn’t give you the wrong numbers.”

I measured the table top, and I guess she just divided it in thirds, but she didn’t say what they were for. Finally, they pulled it out, and my sister showed her the legs I rigged up.

“Well, after what happened last time.” She came over to me, “Why don’t you get up there, and see if it will hold your weight?” She brought a gym bag with her, and as soon as she got out the massage oil, I clued in to the fact that she wanted to play Massage.

“Okay,” the pads were to turn it into a massage table, but my sister got down on the floor. “Try shaking the legs to see if they stay steady.” I felt around for them, and then I felt something wrap around my wrist. Daphne came around, and grabbed the other one.

“Hold still.”

“What,” the heck? “Are you doing.”

“It’s okay, I really appreciate you covering for me, and.” My sister kicked out on the floor, and got up, when she was done tying my hands to the table legs. “Just try to relax.” She rubbed my arm, and her hand felt greasy. Warm, but I was starting to realize that this was some sort of sexy bondage game for her.

So, I nodded, and closed my eyes.

“There, doesn’t that feel better?” She squeezed my bicep, and ran my shirt sleeve up over my shoulder.

“Huh, yeah. Have you done this before?”

“I give back rubs all the time.”

“You’re very good at it.”

“, but you’ve been working hard on my table.” I nodded, it was starting to get hard on the table.

“What about the bondage?”

“No, I never tied a boy up before. Why, is it bothering you?”

“No, I’m comfortable.” Honestly, I would have put up with a lot worse for her, and she knew it.

“Good,” she pulled up the back of my shirt, and went to work. Honestly, I had no idea she was interested in bondage games, but in retrospect. She’s probably tried everything else. Just about every game she played with my sister had something about it like. Well, for instance playing “Drunk” as an excuse to dance on the table, and take her clothes off.

“Huh, you’ve got a lot more muscle now.” Okay, she’s been teasing me for like 5 years, and I never thought in a million years she would be interested in me, because she was so much older, but now I guess I was big enough, and strong enough. “Huh!” She sighed, “It’s a lot of work, but you’re worth it. I guess.”

I had never, ev er been complimented by a girl before, and it was a little confusing, but the sensual feeling of her buttering me up more than made up for it. It’s just that, what little I imagined about bondage type games, or sex games where somebody got tied up, I guess I heard that it was supposed to be mean, painful, and humiliating.

It wasn’t any of that. She didn’t call me names, she kept talking about how grateful she was for all I did for her. Fixing the table, when honestly all I did was screw in a couple legs, and then the lightbulb came on.

The legs were all my sister’s idea. I don’t know how much converting it into a massage table was her idea, but how long was she planning on using it to tie me up? I shook my head, and turned it over the other way, to cover it. Mumbled “Too bad you don’t have one of those donut pillows to put my face in.”

“Oh, have you had a massage before?”

“No, but I’ve seen massage tables.” I bit my lip, realizing that I’d been to the spa with mom. My sister, and even my dad. I never got a massage, my dad usually took me out to lunch or something, while mom got one, and my sister sometimes got one too, so maybe that’s where she got some of her ideas from?

It’s hard to imagine her, laying down naked, with some man’s hands all over her back. Even with her arms down to cover the sides of her boobs. She’s not like Daphne, so I remembered her untying the strings on her bikini laying down in the back yard, so my sister can get her back. With suntan lotion, instead of this.

It smelled like potpourri, or incense when you just take it out of the package. Not smokey, like burning inscents, but spicy, and maybe a little like curry? Indian spices instead of like Mexican spices, but what do I know? What do I care? It’s not like perfume, or even cologne. it’s not flowery, or fruity, it’s something different. I can always wash it off in the shower after this, and I’m in no hurry.

I waited for, okay let me do the math. I was in elementary school, when I met my sister’s friend Daphne, so I had to have been 10, or 11? They were in middle school, so I had to wait for my sister to walk me home. Well, I didn’t have to I could walk home all by myself, I was a big boy!

“Huh!” That was childish, and immature, but all of a sudden. It’s like hypnotic? She didn’t drug me, if there was some kind of drug in there, it would soak into her hands just as much as my back, and she’s probably breathing it too, but how can women stand this?

I mean, there not tied to the table, and the ropes. Are they cotton? For some reason, they feel like cotton, and where did they get cotton ropes? It’s getting hard to hold still, and I told myself I’d been waiting for her for 4 years, so I can wait for her to move onto the main event. This is just foreplay, and whatever it takes to turn her on, but now it’s getting incredibly hard to hold still, and my mind is all over the place.

My heart is beating out of control, and isn’t this supposed to be relaxing? It was, and I’m trying to remember how it felt when she just said relax. Just try to relax, and I can feel my muscles tensing up, but I never felt muscular before, she made me feel so big and strong, I can’t even feel her thumbs digging in, and her fingers holding my back.

“UH!” She let go, to reach under the table, and pulled the rope. My sister drilled in the arm so it hung down, and you could just pull the arm out of the way without getting under the leaf.

“Huh! Huh!” Now, I’m hanging onto the legs, and hoping the hinges hold. My heart is beating out of control, and I can’t catch my breath, but now she’s hugging me from behind, and it feels like her breasts are naked on my back. I can’t feel her bra, and my pants are slipping down. She pulled my underwear down, and her greasy fingers tingle with whatever’s in this massage oil, but she got a good grip, and my balls bounced on her thumb. Stroking up, and down so fast I just put my chin up on the pad, and held on.

“UH UH UH! NGH! NGH!” Humping, I couldn’t help it, but the board slapped, and the legs scraped on the floor. It was too late to worry about falling. “OH! Oh god. Daphne, huh! HhuhHhuh!”

She stopped stroking, and just held it straight down. Then, I felt the wad in the palm of her hand. “HUH? UH FUCK STOP!” I just relaxed when she stopped rubbing my cock head around, and around. “Huh!” I never tried that, let alone with my spunk, so it was an all new sensation, and incredibly intense, but finally, I went soft, and crawled back in her fingers like a sleepy earthworm.

She bent over and kissed my cheek. Then, I felt a loop brush the back of my fingers, and the rope loosen around my wrist. She walked around to get the other one. Sure enough, she was topless, and underneath that baggy dress, I hadn’t seen the shiny black plastic band she had laced around her waist.

CLOCK CLOCK CLOCK. Her high heeled shoes, stalkings, and even an garter belt, with black panties to match. She leaned over, and kissed my cheek.

“There, that wasn’t so bad. Can you stand up?”

“Yeah,” I let go of the legs, no longer afraid that I’d just slide off the back, and got my knees to hold me up.

“Good,” she hugged me, and called out. “WE’RE DONE DOWN HERE!”

“Oh good,” my sister opened the doors from the outside. I pulled my pants up quick, but a boy came down the stairs with her, and she smacked him when he looked at Daphne.

“Don’t look at her, look at me!” She yanked his arm, and pushed him. “Get on the table, NOW!”

“We better leave them alone.” Daphne took my hand.

“Yeah, come on.” I led her upstairs. “You didn’t get off on that, did you?”

“No, but I’m about to explode, that was so hot.”

“Yeah,” I shut the door to the basement, and I hoped that I wouldn’t hear my sister yelling at her boytoy downstairs.

“You look great in that outfit.”

“Thanks.”

“So, you 2 are, dominatrixes?” What’s the plural of Dominatrix?

She laughed, “No, well maybe your sister is getting into it.”

“Yeah,” I’m starting to think she is. “Um, Daphne?”

“Yeah.”

“You think I could learn, to eat your pussy?”

“Oh yeah, you’ll learn. I bet you’re a fast learner.”

“Huh, yeah.” I turned her around, and pulled her hands up, to smell the spicy oil, and kiss her fingers. Lick my lips to taste it. Then, I looked up in her emerald green eyes, and told her.

“Get on the bed,” but gently…

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