Mummybag on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Four Hands are Better then Two!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

I and my Ex-Wife were always into the Bondage scene, and especially Bondage Sex, so once our Divorce was final we went our separate ways, me never knowing if my Sex life would ever involve Bondage again. As years passed I would think of a Bondage scenarios or Bondage Sex at least once a day, I missed it a lot, but knew I would not find it and have the same experience that I had in the past. As I dated Women of all ages I knew in my mind and Body that these women would never understand my love for this type of Sexual Bondage, not to mention trying to explain it to them, I could see it now, them making a disturbing face, or busting out laughing, that would definitely be an end to an evening. So most of my dates would last a couple of dates, or maybe three or four, then it would be over and I would be back on the dating sites trying to find someone new, Kinky young Ladies and seasoned Women don’t advertise there Likes and Dislikes about what happens when they want to have fun in the bedroom, let alone to a perfect stranger, that can take years of experimenting and exploring, so I knew I was never going to have that kind of Bondage Sex probably ever again.

Four Hands are Better then Two!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Four Hands are Better then Two!)

Part 2

Chapter 3

Lorene then goes over to the corner and gets the office chair that was there, she rolls it over to me and Jen pushes me into it. Just as I am about to say something Lorene works the gag into my mouth and pulls it tight in the back and fastens it up. Now unable say or do anything Jen and Lorene gather in front of me as they start to laugh, Jen looks at Lorene and says this was a great idea you had, Lorene answers yes it was, we should have lots of fun with him.

Weekend in Latex

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I left work early, hoping that traffic would be light. I wanted to get home as quickly as possible. I knew that Melissa would be waiting for me. I’ve known Melissa since we shared a dorm room in college. When we first moved in together back then neither of us had a clue that we shared the same particular fetish. It was several semesters before we opened up enough to each other to confess and discuss our mutual love of latex.